Anjum this is for you girl. I know i wrote this in a hurry and it could
have been longer but hope its good enough. congrats on becoming a
dazzler. i absolutely love you.
YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME SMILE
It had been a long day, and Twinkle wanted nothing more than to lounge around at home and watch Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. Work had been more stressful than usual, what with her partner (in crime, their other friends tended to say) having gone for her honeymoon. Chinki just had to get married during their busiest time of the year. Twinkle sighed, undoing the tight bun her dark hair had been up in. She finger combed her hair, dropping the clip absently on the coffee table in the living room. Taking out a tub of ice-cream, she began to make herself some cold-coffee, pouting over the fact that she had been unable to drag herself to Starbucks that night; she had been that tired.
She was just about to switch on the blender when something caught her attention. She paused, in slight shock, because there was no way she could be hearing what sounded like a mandolin playing for her, like Raj would for Simran. She carefully set down the glass she had been holding in her hand, making her way to the door. The tune was still playing, faintly. She opened the front door expectantly, but there was no one there. She took a step forward, standing on her porch. Taking in her surroundings easily, she frowned, because the yard was empty. She was about to turn back when the tune started again. Immediately, she spun around, hoping to catch the mysterious stranger who seemed to know so much about her already.
He was walking towards her, one hand holding up a phone from which the instrumental was playing. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to just about his elbow, and he had gotten rid of the tie he had been wearing all day. There was an unfamiliar look on his face, one Twinkle could not fathom. He slowly made his way up the steps to her porch and stopped right in front of her as the strains of the song died down. If Twinkle had been thinking straight, she would have taken a step back, blushing furiously. As it was, she was too perplexed at his actions to do anything but stand where she was, barely inches away from him, looking wonderingly up into his dark brown eyes, which never failed to capture her attention.
"Kunj, what?" Twinkle got out uncertainly, her mind a jumble of thoughts that were not coming across properly in words. It was lucky therefore, that Kunj understood what Twinkle was trying to say.
"Tumhi ne toh kaha tha, ke tumhara din bohut bura tha, toh maine socha, why not try and bring a smile on your face?" Kunj's eyes conveyed the emotions behind the sentiment, and Twinkle flushed slightly, a small smile gracing her face.
"Thank you," she whispered, scared to break the spell that blanketed the space they occupied.
Kunj grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "It's not over yet," he informed her. Her eyes bore into his questioningly. He took a step back, and, in a move she recognised from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, silently asked her to dance. Twinkle bit her lip, trying to keep from giggling at just how far Kunj would go for her happiness, emulating Shah Rukh Khan for her, and cheekily responded in kind, informing him slightly that there was no music. Kunj pressed a button on his phone, and Twinkle's eyes widened slightly as she realised that he had prepared all of this in advance. The strains of the violin instrumental from Mohobbatein began to play, and Kunj held out his hand. Twinkle slipped smaller ones into his. He tightened his hold on her, and slowly led her down the stairs and into the garden.
He placed one hand on her waist, and they began to sway to the music playing from the phone. He twirled and dipped her, eliciting soft laughter from the two. He dipped her again as the music slowed down, and Twinkle felt droplets hitting her face. As he raised her back up, the light drizzle grew heavier, until it was pouring around them. Rather than let her go, Kunj pulled her closer, and the music restarted, a faster tune playing this time. Ignoring the fact that they would probably both come down with a cold the following day, she continued to dance with Kunj, feeling the lightening of the load of worries after a very long time. His white shirt clung to him like a second skin, and her anarkali-churidaar was also soaked. He twirled her out of his arms and then back in. Her back pressed up against his chest. She looked at him, marvelling at how in just a space of 15 minutes, he had turned her horrible day into an amazing one. She placed her hand on his cheek lightly. Their gazes locked. Never mind that her day had started out terribly, or that tomorrow would probably be equally tough. This moment, here, in Kunj's arms, was perfect.
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
