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Hey guys this is Rashi I am back with another os but this is my first PARSH OS.Hope you will love itDON'T LET ME GO"P-Param " I whispered ,my voice shaky and tears streaming down my chin.
"W-Why ?Why don't you understand that I love you."his voice cracks with every word as more and more tears fall.He grasps my hand ,interwining our fingers and my heart breaks with every squeeze he give me.
"I-I do understand Param .But I cant do this anymore .I cant handle this.the words roll of the tip of my tongue.My fingers loosen from his gasp as I try to let go.
"Please Dont let me go"He tries to get closer which only causes me to back up.I rip my hands out of his grasp and run for the door.He doesn't run after me.I stopped running once I shut the door of his apartment.My back slides the door as I hit the floor.
With every cry,scream and shout and shatter I hear coming from Param's apartment.The more frustrated I get,I claw at my eyes and let my hands slide to my forehead as my hand falls onto my knees which is pressed against my chest.
"I loved her..."I hear him whisper.
"I love her"
"I love you too" I whispered
Flashback ends
It has been a month since the incident that caused Param to break into bits.I remember it as if it were yesterday.I still remember those hot tears that strolled down his face with every word I spoke,his trembling lips and his shaky voice that cracked every time he tried to stop me.But I couldn.t handle it anymore.The distance,the hate,the attention.I was more and more convinced that param belongs with someone of his kind,of his race.Not someone like me.Yes,many of his DEEWANIS told me to kill myself,that I'm not pretty enough to stay with him,or that him and I dont match and yes I've tried hard to let it go,but find's its way back to my head.
I snuggled to my couch as I flip through the channels of my tele trying to find something interesting ,but my fingers freeze at one channel i.e CHANNEL V.It was airing the interview with boys of my serial SADDA HAQ. Krip Suri and his generosity,Chirag and his humour ,Ankit Gupta and his sweetness and Prince and his laugh but when my eyes meet his face all i see is broken,shattered Param.Not the one I used to know a guy who is down to earth ,who always found good things in life and live life to the fullest.I could tell by the look of their faces these guys were all worried about him.
"So Boys,other than Param all of you are taken right?" the interviewer asked.I watched as the all the boy's aces fall and turn to Param whose eyes were closed.His breathing goes heavy and I can see the concern in Prince's eyes as he patted Param slightly on his back.
"N-not exactly.But we'd rather talk ab-" Ankit begins to try and take responsibility to protect the broken boy at the end of the couch but the interviewer doesn't stop at anything.
"Oh Param ,you & harshita aren't together anymore?Fill us in on the details?"The interviewer smiles in excitement probably only because if she hets this out of him ,she'll get paid more money.
I look back at the boy whose head hung low .Krip and Chirag both give the interviewer death stares at her attempt to get the information out of Param but immediately go back to worrying about their best friend.
"I-I-I rather not talk about it" his voice was raspy and shaky like the way it sounded that day.I watched closely to find a tear dropping on his jeans.
"C'mon your fans deserve to know" She encouraged.
"My fans don't deserve to know ANYTHING" He snaps leaving all boys wide eyed,including the interviewer.He forcefully stands up and rushed backstage and boys end the interviews.
I sigh,clicking the TV off before a knock on my front door startles me.i look in the mirror in the bathroom noticing how noticieble my red eyes are from crying.I assume that it's no one's important and leave it be as I make my way back to the living door and to the door.
I unlock the door and turn the knob slowly looking up to where the face of whoever is here should be.But my body freezes at the familiar brown orbs,that have now turned a shade of red ,that stare intently into mine.
"Y-You have been crying too" he spits out & I quickly remember the redness in my eyes.I looked down at my feet and slowly nodded.
"May I come in please " He pleads.
I move over to the side and let him through.I watch as he removes his shoes and makes his way in my living room.he takes a seat on the couch and I sit beside him.
"D-Did you see the interview ...?" He asks anxiously.I nodded again.
"Shit" He mumbles under his breath.he look into my eyes and his hand find my way to my cheeks.
"I can't stop thinking about you.Your face is in all my dreams,my nightmares.Life without you is like life without no sun or moon.I need you.I want you Harshita"He whispers.My heart aches for his return,for his pink luscious lips to be pressed upon mine but I know I can't let it happen.
"I--I cant" I mumbled.
"yes you can.You can be with whoever you want.My fans doesn't know who you are but I know my Harshita.And I love you."He says slowly.I look into his eyes ready to reject but I'm taken back by his next move.
He pressed his lips against mine .Oh how I've missed this feeling,the feeling of tingles running down my spine ,the feeling as if butterflies erupting my stomach.I can't reject the feeling I have inside that wants me to kiss him back ,and so i do.
my hands find their way to my waist and I pull him closer .He deepens the kiss ,climbing on top of me like he's done plenty of times before.my hands play with his soft hair as his travel throughout my body .He disconnects our lips staring into my eyes .Our panting is all that it fills the room.
"Please tell me you wont ever let me go again."He pleads.
"I-I wont"
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