Tanya: OMG! The precap!! *Hyperventilating*
Payal: I know <3 It was so awesome! And Randhir. Aaah!!
Tanya: This weird thought's just popped into my mind after seeing the precap. Sanyukta in red saree, Randhir gaping, and a blouse ki dori...sums up to extreme possibilities :P So what if you know...*Begins with her rant*
Payal: Oh god! I am in heaven! So dreamy :*
Tanya: You know what? I shall just pen it as an OS. I am sure the readers will find it a treat!
Payal: Really? Tell me pehle ohkay? I will RES first xD
Tanya: Nah! Lets write it together. Dono ki craziness and love-iness collaborated into an OS?
Payal: Oh Yeah. Sure :))
Tanya: Hey isnt it Aadya's birthday? Yeah?! Lets give it as a gift to her! Though I think it will be more like a punishment :P
Payal: Well, I don't think we should you know...I don't want her to die on her birthday.
Tanya: Whaaat? Why? I mean you're the best writer, come on! It wont be that bad...she might faint and be hospitalized but not mrityu! Definitely not.
Payal: Are you crazy? I meant she'd die. Like every other Sandhirian will. Cause what we have discussed...is like every other Sandhirian's dream! After all, we both were all 'Lets get crazy with this one''!
Tanya: Oh. *Sighs with relief* Yeah. True that. Shushhh now. We are giving out spoilers :P Lets just post it already.
Payal: Do that while I study. I hope she likes this. *Hi5*
Tanya: Lets not forget to add our dear masterni! *Wink Wink*
Payal: Arghhh...Stop giving hints and just post it Tany!
Tanya: Ohkay Ohkay! *Posts*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AADYA!
Is it just after 12? Cause it cant be exactly 12 :P *Guilty grin* Well let me spare you my rant...or my dance *Wink Wink* cause I think you might just like the OS better xD So this one is for you girl. A collaborated OS (Yeah a new concept. We could have written a TS, but unfortunately our mind tracks...in everything...are so same, there's no point writing two updates) full of what Payu and I call our 'Wishful Thinking''. So yeah. Buckle up your belts and pull up your socks, cause payal and me present to you...
WhenWrongSeemsRight
With his heart beating a million times per second, Randhir stood transfixed by the door. His eyes wouldn't falter from the beauty in red standing ten feet before him. He gazed on mesmerized as Sanyukta struggled with the dori of her Ghagra Choli. A sane voice lurking in a corner of his brain constantly urged him to divert his eyes. He shouldn't be having these feelings, definitely not for her. What wouldn't he give to get rid of the nuisance that had been impairing his logic since the past few weeks! His fingers itched to touch what would definitely be softest skin on Earth. Common sense jumped out the window. Like a particle in a force field, he felt an irresistible pull towards her and before he knew it, he was inching towards her in a trance. After a moment's hesitation, he released the doris from her struggling hands and began knotting them, his fingers grazing over her satiny smooth skin.
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Sanyukta froze as she felt a pair of hands brushing against the bare skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine. An all too familiar cologne pervaded the air around her. With a thundering heart, she turned to face him.
"What are you-", she gasped as she realized their proximity.
She could feel his hot breath on her skin, making it tingle. Her brain worked overtime trying to comprehend what was instigating these weird feelings in her heart. PMS, she concluded. It must be the PMS that was making her hormones go haywire. The sane part of her head chirped that there were no chances of her having PMS now. Annoyed, she took a step back to distance herself from Randhir and the disturbing thoughts. But he followed each step she retreated. The way he was looking at her made heat creep up her cheeks, his dark brown orbs holding hers in a hypnotizing spell. He was danger yet endearment, predation yet salvation. Her legs collided against a bed that seemed to appear from nowhere and she yelped as she felt herself falling back. She grabbed hold of Randhir's outstretched hand but it only ended up landing him above her on the bed. The air was knocked out of her lungs and for a moment she felt like she had forgotten how to breathe.
A loud clearing of throat snapped their attentions to the right. Who else, but the teacher of Sanyukta's grooming classes, whom she liked to call masterni', stood there with crossed arms, eyes narrowed into thin saucers. Randhir looked at her confused, before realization dawned on his face and he scampered up hastily. Her insides paralyzed with cold fear, she slowly got up and stood beside him.
"Who are you?" she threw at Randhir. "Care to explain what you were doing with her on the bed?"
Sanyukta gulped nervously.
"Arey, aap mujhe nahi jaante? Main Randhir Singh Shekhawat, Canadian Investment company se. Hum ek well-established grooming class me invest karna chahte hain. Aur jitna maine dekha hain, aap ki classes is venture ke liye perfect hain."
Sanyukta never knew one could change colours this fast. Masterni's face changed from a furious red to a blushing pink with the blink of an eye.
"Kya-" she cleared her throat. "Aap sach keh rahe hain?"
"Aur nahi toh kya? Kitne ache sanskaar de rahe hain aap apne students ko. Who bhi apne hi ghar se."
Dumbstruck, Sanyukta watched on as Masterni flustered.
"Haan, sabhi zarurat ki cheezein toh hum apne ghar mein hi rakhte hain par ek daftar mil jayegi toh bahot achha hoga." She let out a nervous laugh. "Waise ek baat bataiye, aap Sanyukta ke saath bistar mein kya kar rahe the?" She glanced suspiciously between the two of them.
'Arre haan! Acha hua aapne yaad dila diya! Yeh kaisi ladkiya rakhi hai aapne?'', said Randhir indicating towards Sanyukta with a face of fake disgust while he internally drooled. ' Isse toh dhung se ghagra choli bhi pehni nahi aati! Apne uljhe hue dupatta par khud ulajhkar yeh gir padi aur saath mein mujhe bhi kheech padi. Bewakoof hai poori. Apne dupatta ko sambhaal nahi skati aur mujhe bhi pareshaan karne lagi. Kaise sambhaalti hai app aise naalayak students ko?'' Randhir spoke with fake anger.
Masterni glared at Sanyukta while the latter hung her head low muttering curses in her mind and glaring with red eyes at Randhir, side-wardly.
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"There's no way in hell I'm getting on that." She announced crossly as she stood before his extravagant bike.
He chuckled, slipping on his helmet. "Let's explore your options. You can either wait for the next bus to show up, which will be two hours, and get your name scratched off the Dream Team for good. Or, you could ride with me. You choice, decide fast."
She groaned audibly. Mr. Know-it-all just had to be right, didn't he?
He flashed a victorious smile as she begrudgingly trotted to the bike. "Here, slip this on." He passed on a helmet.
Glaring at him, she donned it on and tried the clasp in vain. No matter whichever way she tried, it just won't clasp. A muscle ticked in his jaw and he let out a sigh. Wordlessly, he took the straps from her and clasped them in one fluid motion while she clenched her fists to ignore the jolts of electricity his touch induced. This was going to be a long ride.
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Why did this MCP have to break into every moment of her life and destroy it? She did not know whom to be more frustrated at- him for belittling her in front of Vardhaan Sir or herself for feeling whatever she had been feeling earlier. For a moment in the Grooming Class, she had let herself believe that Randhir was saving her back by twisting the situation in her favour. He had successfully steered the inevitable comments about her character away from her. She groaned, stifling the urge to strangle him. She should've known better. She all but ran after him as soon as Vardhaan Sir excused them. Finding him leaning against a pillar, she stomped up to him.
"What exactly do you want, Randhir? Did you have fun watching me get humiliated by Vardhaan Sir? Again?" she snapped, grabbing him by the collar.
His eyes darkened before the trademark smirk slipped up his face.
"Why of course, Sanyukta! Your humiliation is what keeps me going." He drawled in a mockingly sweet voice.
"I don't know why I even expect otherwise from you!" she shook her head and turned to leave.
A tug at her dupatta stopped her in her tracks. She turned to find a corner of her dupatta stuck in a button of his shirt. Just what I needed, she muttered darkly and pulled at her dupatta but it just won't give. The more time she spent in his proximity the more flustered she became. Annoyed, she tugged at the dupatta with all her force finally removing it. Along with his button. Biting her lip nervously she looked up to meet his eyes. He held her gaze, his face unreadable. She felt the dreaded hypnotizing effects kick back in. She gasped as he held her hand gently puling it up towards his lips, or so it seemed, only to thrust his book in her soft palm and began undoing his buttons. She stared on with wide eyes as he shrugged out of the shirt and handed it to her. Her breaths came in short gasps as she stood inches away from him, his perfectly built body taunting her to look away. Why won't her damn eyes move?
"Fix the button just as well as you tore it off. I'm sure you would've learnt how in your Grooming Classes." He muttered before walking away, leaving her clutching onto a red shirt with even redder cheeks.
She was quick to recover though. She ran after him, pulled him by the collar and wordlessly threw the shirt right at his face. She walked off, with a smirk of her own.
Randhir flung the shirt away in fury and walked off. The red shirt lay there, on the ground, with a torn button and a masculine scent of sweat still lingering.
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She sat by the window, on its sill, yawning away, a needle and thread in her hand and a red shirt on her lap. She thought for the umpteenth time, 'Why am I doing this again, may I ask?''
*Flashback*
Sanyukta walked out of the library in that horrid skirt and the loose blue top, fidgeting with her blue dupatta. Damn her for leaving her clothes at her classes and bringing these stupid ones instead. She sighed and turned towards the girls hostel, when a flash of red caught her sight. She went closer to the bench she'd been fighting with Randhir beside, earlier today. As she walked closer, her smelling sense caught the scent. The scent of HIM. And there before her, sat idly the red shirt. With the torn button. The button she'd torn.
'Oh well. It's his fault not the shirt's. Why should the poor little red shirt suffer?'' she thought childishly, before picking up the shirt and walking off to her hostel room.
*Flashback Ends*
She sighed again before setting to work sleepily.
Randhir picked up his book and left his room, telling Jiggy he was off for a stroll. Deeply engrossed in his studies though his mind was divided into two parts, where one was trying to focus and study and the other was dreaming about something completely different, Randhir did not realize when he reached the Girls hostel.
He was about to turn back when suddenly he heard a voice...a scream rather.
'Randhir!''
He turned around. Nobody was there.
He turned back again.
'Randhir, I am here!''
He looked around again, to be graced with the same scene. An empty courtyard and the darkness of night. He was getting impatient now, and his mind told him maybe it was some stupid part of his heart that was shouting.
'Okay now my brain is clearly crazy too. Heights of silliness.'' He thought.
'Ayye Randhir. Stop will ya!''
Randhir tunred around for the third time, all ready to lash out at nobody in particular but his words stuck in his throat as he saw who stood before him.
Before him stood...well Him.
'Oh god. I am dreaming now! But why am I dreaming about myself? Maybe I am seeing things. But why am I seeing urmmm Myself? Shouldn't have I visioned that farzi instead? Oh shit, what the hell am I thinking!" Randhir said, rubbing his eyes first and then slapping himself.
'Ayye. I am seriously here. But I don't have much time to spare cause unlike you, I have got MY girl to take out for a date. I am just here to ask you, where are you walking back, without looking at YOUR girl first?'' the doppelganger Randhir said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
'What? She's not my girl. And if you have got a girl to attend to, please go. And let me go too.'' Randhir replied feigning irritation although somewhere in his brains he WAS thinking about his Farzi.
'Fine bro. I just came to help you but well am not risking my girl for you. She'll be furious if I am late for our date. So I'm leaving but bro, I am warning you. Yours is a Pataka, not that mine isn't one, she's better in fact, so yeah, don't waste time. Or she'll be gone before you catch her. Get it? Okay, I'm off man. All the best.'' Teased the doppelganger before winking and disappearing away into the thin air.
'What the heck was that? Boy. That girl is driving you crazy, that you knew. But now it looks like you are driving yourself crazy too!'' thought Randhir.
He was just about to return to his hostel, when he halted. He went back a few steps.
'Just one look.'' He ordered himself sternly before hiding behind the wall and peeping up.
He held his breath as his eyes fell on her.
The moonlight enhanced her beauty. Her hair was open, flowing lazily around her illuminated face. The sight made him smile which grew even wider as he saw what she was holding.
She held in her hand the red shirt he'd thrown off some time before. No wonder he couldn't find it when he was searching for it!
His smile transformed into a proud smirk as he saw HIS Farzi yawning and shaking her head to drive off her sleepiness yet not stopping her work with the stitching.
He walked out from behind the wall to get a better look at her.
'A few steps more.'' He thought, walking cautiously over towards the bench.
'Aah! Her eyes. Damn why are they so goddamn mesmerizing?. And why is she herself so beautiful! Shit...Ouch----' he screamed abruptly as his foot bumped onto the foot of a hard stone bench.
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Sanyukta jerked up. The needle and thread fell from her hand as she hurriedly looked down her window to see where'd the manly scream come from.
'RANDHIR? Tum?'' Sanyukta nearly screamed as she saw him standing below in the Girls Hostel arena. However as Randhir clutched his foot, his face contorting in pain, she got off the window sill and rushed out of her room, down the staircase, out of the gate and into the courtyard.
Sanyukta rushed towards him, sat him on the bench and bent down, gently lifting his right foot asking, ' Kaha lagi hai? Dard ho raha hai? Tum yaha kar kya rahe the? Aise behudaa harkat kyun karte rehte ho? Kabhi toh apna dhyaan rakh liya karo!''
Randhir smiled wickedly, looking at Sanyukta's concerned face.
'Arre bolo na! Kaha dard ho raha hai! Btaaoge nahi toh kaise ptaa chalega ki serious hai yaa nahi?'' Sanyukta asked, her voice expressing her worry.
When she got no reply, she looked up exasperatedly at Randhir, all ready to ask him again.
But one look at the victorious smirk on his face, and she knew.
She knew she'd fallen into his trap.
And she knew there was no way of escape now.
As if to prove that, droplets of water splattered onto her face. She looked up at the sky, only to see black. In the night it was difficult to make out the dark rainy clouds. However she should have known a storm was brewing up. The cold wind rushed towards her, sending shivers down her spine. And it started.
It started pouring heavily.
The water trickled down her face and before she knew it she was swirling around, her hands outstretched.
Randhir openly ogled at the figure before him. Could she get sexier? Her Patiala clung to her legs. Her night shirt hugged her in all the right places, outlining the delicate curves. His thoughts and heartbeats all over the place, Randhir advanced towards her in slow steps till he stood a foot away from her. She spun around in circles, her arms outstretched as if she couldn't get enough of the rain and Randhir's heart swelled at the innocence reflecting off her. A slow smile spread across his lips as he watched her eyes glistening with unbound joy brought about by the mere rain.
She came to an abrupt halt as she remembered Randhir's presence. Two tiny spots adorned her cheeks as she dropped her head in mortification. A finger hooked under her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his. The intensity of his steady gaze pulled her in, making her lose herself in those dark brown pools. All she could hear were their erratic breaths and the soft splatter of rain. His white shirt clung to his frame, leaving little to her imagination. Her eyes hungrily devoured the sight of his perfect wet lips as they slowly closed in on hers. She closed her eyes as they pressed against hers, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Her arms went behind his neck, locking her fingers in his hair as she pushed herself up on her toes, kissing him back with everything she felt. His hands were all over her, drawing her close as their lips moved in perfect sync.
They both knew that the kiss and their wayward feelings were all wrong in a million ways but him and her- they were wrong in all the right ways.
Udne Ki Aasha
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