MY FIRST FF ON ARJUHI😳
At that moment, close to that car, right there, looking at that window. And that moment is forever. Many times. Deciding whether to go one evening at the party or not, go into a shop or go ahead and change direction, to stay home or go out, get the group to dinner or that which goes to the movies.
A choice of a second. Only a moment but can be a life. And you wonder what you have been the protagonist, as was all decided a while, what would have been if you had made the other choice. And you remain so silent, undecided. Then you smile while the light turns green.
The machine restarts. And all seems lost. Not everything. You know that Arjun and Arohi will meet again. And they arrive there, there where only lovers arrive. "Ek dil ke liye duniya, ek pal ke liye zindagi".
He smiles, standing beside her, on that bike, large shoulders, his hands already tanned too early for that half of April. "Want to come for a ride with me?" "No, I'm going to work ...". The blue of the sky. A Shimla sun. Hot as a few days of July.
The cool of the morning still not enough to erase the taste of coffee.. The caress of a cushion, the warmth of a night. Suddenly, a musical note. In the air, between the two.
Something begins to vibrate. They were seen by chance. They look, they observed each other, try to feel. It's like standing in water to see from a distance a wave that is rising.. Turn on the table ready to ride. And then ... Sure. Yes it is. I chose it
"Come and take a ride?". A polite refusal. "No I'm going to work." Arjun yet he insists, has chosen its wave and will not abandon it, does not want to go, no. Wants to ride. Between spray and storms there in the tube, between the sun behind rocks and in transparency. Insists. "Don't go at work? I'll come and get there before". Because that wave fascinates him, grows, noisy, runs to the sea, is coming ... Perhaps frighten those who do not feel she could ride. But for some, has a beauty deafening. It's everything. And Arjun was waiting for this. Since lot of time. A dive where the sea is bluer. Nothing more. And love ... Highest of all, on the white column of the bridge, a writing dominates the others, indelible. And there on the cold marble, blue as her eyes, beautiful as he always desired: "You and I three seven over the Heaven'remains to ask you something'.Kitani Mohabbat Hai? "
-Parm-
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