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Part 2
Misha's eyes widened as they devoured the words written on
the paper. A million thoughts ran around frantically in her overcrowded, wry
brain, primarily involving beating up Kabir and causing him a great amount of
pain.
Pia watched the colour on Misha's face, along with her
expression change rapidly as her eyes raced with the words on the paper. Pia
gulped, trying to think of something intelligent and soothing to say.
"M…M…Misha…? " Her voice came
out fumbled and weak, and didn't attract her fuming sister's attention. She
cursed inwardly as the words she uttered failed to calm Misha down. Now, more
than ever, she wanted to give a good earful to Kabir, for coming up with this
brilliant 'secret love message' idea in the first place. She didn't really understand
how he didn't realize that Misha would hate something like this, when he had
been her best friend since he was three! How could he fail to notice how much
she had detested it when Angad had claimed his undying love for her. How could
he not comprehend…Pia's angry, mental ramble was interrupted as Misha got up,
rolled up the piece of paper and with a very confused expression walked away
from Pia and Tracker.
x x x
Misha closed her eyes, trying to find some peace from the
events that had just occurred. It was completely futile, as the words on the
paper echoed in her ears, holding her mind captive.
"My dear Misha. I know
tum samjhogi ki jo main kar raha hoon, voh bohot cowardly hain."
Hell yeah she did! How could he single-handedly chose the
cheesiest and most cowardly method to confess something as alien as the
prospect of love to her? Under normal circumstances, he was always flaunting
his royal blood, and how that somehow, illogically caused him to have the
courage to do anything. Clearly, his royal blood did not enable him to stick to
his convictions and be a man of his word. His voice continued dictating the
letter in her head. The very same letter that she had read over at least
fifteen times in the past half and hour.
"I know tum mujhe
bohot maarogi. Mujhpe cheekho gi, mujhe gaali dogi…"
Oh,how right he was. That was the first thought that had
popped in her head. To scream at him, to beat him black and blue and to curse
him into oblivion. Oh, how she wished
she had done exactly that. How she cursed herself for reading on. How badly she
wanted to shred that piece of paper into tiny little pieces and throw it at his
incorrigible, unsupportable, love-struck face. But she had read on…until the
very end, which left her so befuddled and unsure…
"But I don't care
Mish."
He should have cared. He should have cared and worried about
how much pain she would cause him for committing the crime of loving her. He
should have cared so much that he stop writing. A tiny voice inside her also
desperately screamed that at the very least, he should have cared enough not to
hurt her by writing the letter.
"If I don't say this,
it'll eat me up. I can't live every moment of my day thinking about
you…fantasizing about you. Misha, I love you."
That was the part that made Misha hitch her breath. Never, ever in her life had she thought that Kabir of all people would fall in love
with her. An outbreak of different emotions burst forth at the sight of those
three wretched words from her best friend. She felt furious at him for claiming
his love for her. She felt confused about how and when the 'love' had happened.
She was curious to know why exactly he was disillusioned into thinking that he
actually did love her. And she couldn't understand why she had not gone and beaten him up, but had
continued reading.
"The fact is simple
Mish. I've known you since I was three, and you were two. Mere life ke sabse
memorable moments mein kahin na kahin tumhara appearance hua hain. You've
always been there, constantly making me smile when I'm down. Beating the crap
out of me when I did wrong. Teasing me for my first crush…first
girlfriend…holding my hand for my failures, successes and helping me get
through life without turning into a wreck."
He was right. They had been in each other's life for every memorable
moment. She recalled the first time she had slapped a boy….it had been him,
after he'd made fun of her stupid pigtails that mumma had forced her to wear.
He'd been there for her first fight with an idiotic boy who had dared to call
her a weak, powerless girl. He'd watched from the side, laughing so hard tears
came out of his eyes, as Misha whipped the boy's ***. When the boy had returned
with one of his friends, Kabir had stood up for her. He'd helped her beat them
up, and ensure that they never return again. He'd been there when her dog had
died. He'd been the shoulder that she had cried on, apart from her dad's, of
course. He'd been there every time
her dad was away, and her mom was too busy with Panchi's ballet recitals and
her projects. He was there every time she felt under-appreciated, with his smug
smirk and an idiotic prank his head.
"You're the one
constant in my life Mish, and I love this constant so, so dearly. Isn't it kind
of logical then, ki main tumse pyaar karne laga hoon? Its bound to happen
eventually…"
Was it really bound to happen eventually? Does everyone fall
in love? More importantly, and frighteningly, why did it not seem like such a
bad thing to Misha? Why had she actually read and re-read every part of the
letter? Why had she analysed each word in the letter excessively? Why did her
heart smile when she recalled all the memories she shared with him?
"Hellooo…Misha!"
Misha blinked, and turned around to see a very irritated
Panchi waving her hand in Misha's face.
"Thank god! Finally! Kitne der se main tumhe wake up karne
ki koshish kar rahi thi."
"What is it Birdie?" Asked Misha, frowning. She was not
happy to be interrupted in her stream of thoughts.
"Tum apna phone party pe bhool ke aayi ho. Bas, tumhe dene
aayi thi." Said Panchi, handing Misha her phone. Misha took the phone silently,
fingering the keypad, deep in thought.
"Ahem. Ahem. Humari jungle Misha itni gehri soch mein kyun
hain?" Asked Panchi, a playful tone intonated in her voice. Misha rolled her
eyes at her sister.
"Birdie, tumhara kaam ho gaya, now fly back to your room.
Okay?"
"God! I don't even know why I bother-!" Huffed Panchi, just
as her phone rang, interrupting her tirade.
"Oh yay! I got it!" Squeeled Panchi, jumping up and down in
happiness.
"What? Panchi, tumhara mood ekdum switch kaise ho gaya?"
Asked Misha.
"Actually I'd asked Piya to send me a song that I really
wanted as a ringtone, and finally she
sent it."
"What song?"
Panchi pressed play on her mobile, and Misha closed her eyes
to listen to the song. She hoped dearly that music would distract her from the
worrying thoughts buzzing around in her brain.
Do you hear
me,
I'm talking
to you
Across the
water across the deep blue ocean
Under the
open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying
Boy I hear
you in my dreams
I feel your
whisper across the sea
I keep you
with me in my heart
You make it
easier when life gets hard
I'm lucky
I'm in love with my best friend…
Her eyes shot open, and she groaned inwardly as the concept
was brought forth again. Why was she
thinking so much about this? Was it really necessary to sit and ponder about a
stupid, cheesy love letter? It was Kabir
for god's sake! She could just go and beat him up and it would all be over!
You make it
easier when life gets hard
I'm lucky
I'm in love with my best friend…
"AARGH!! That's it! I'm going to fix this!" She screamed
out loud pulling at her hair. All this contemplation was driving her crazy! She
needed some answers, and there was just one person who could help her there…
x x x
Kabir walked over to his window, annoyed at the loud
'thwacks' that were repeatedly sounding up against his window, every five
seconds. He figured it was the wind, causing a branch of the tree in his garden
to bang loudly against the window. As he leaned out to close the window, a loud
hiss caused him to look down, confused.
"Kabir, you idiot! Come down!" He blinked, then pinched
himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. He couldn't believe the sight in
front of him. Misha…his Misha, was
throwing stones at his window in the middle of the night.
"KABIR! K*****Y! NEECHE AATA HAIN YAA MAIN TUJHE DRAG
KARUN?!" He shook his head, trying to stop himself from gaping, open mouthed,
at her beautiful form. He nodded his head silently, and with a feeling of utter
excitement, rushed down the stairs. He felt like jumping up and down, just as
he'd seen giggly girls do before, as he pushed his back door open, leading into
his garden.
"Thank god. Paanch aur second hote toh main andar aane vaali
thi."
He smiled unconsciously at her irritated figure, his eyes
melting as he felt pure love coursing through his veins, just like one would
sense adrenaline through their veins.
She flinched uncomfortably at his soppy smile, marveling at
how she had not noticed this before.
"Stop it Thakur." She said, uncomfortably digging her hands
in her pockets. He snapped out of his moment, blushing profusely at being
caught in the act.
"Sorry, I was just…" He faltered and Misha frowned at him.
"I know Kabir." She said in an uncharacteristically serious
tone.
"Know what?" He asked, frowning.
"Maine tumhara stupid love note padh liya hain." She said,
folding her arms across her chest. Kabir stared at her, panic coursing rapidly
through his body, pumping fiercely into his heart. He could feel all his blood
rush to his head, and was just counting down for her fist to collide with his
stomach, trembling with fright.
"How could you Kabir?" Her words were uncharacteristically
softly, and he immediately sensed the underlined pain in her voice. Why did her
question hurt him so much? Only a few
hours ago, Pia had asked the exact same question, and he had panicked. Now…he
felt an unbearably uncomfortable, painful feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Tum mere saath aisa kaise kar sakte ho?" Anger had somehow
edged into her voice in the course of the few seconds she took to repeat the
sentence. Her ire caused him to feel a sense of anger as well. Why was it such
a big crime for him to develop feelings for a girl as incredible as her? He was
human after all! He didn't do it on purpose, and even if he had, why was it
such a big frickin' deal?!
"Accha?! Tumhe kya lagta hain? I chose to fall for you?" He said bitterly, folding his arms across
his chest in contempt. She swallowed silently, unconsciously placing of a lock
of her unruly hair behind her ear. To any passer-by, it would have seemed like
an insignificant action, but to Kabir, who had known her for seventeen years of
his life…it was the clearest signal that she had felt hurt by his statement.
That, and of course her deep brown eyes, that had softened considerably,
holding a wounded expression.
"Misha, I'm sorry yaar. I didn't mean it like that. I was
just…" She shook her head, feeling surprised at the inexplicable pain she was
experiencing in her chest, somewhere
between her lungs and heart.. Why did he think his comment had hurt her? It
really hadn't. Maybe she just had acidity or something…she'd eaten really weird
looking food at the dandiya party anyway.
"I don't care." She said, still feeling weird about her
'chest' pain…and wondering whether she should just go home and ask mumma to
give her some bizarre concoction. Her 'home made remedies' always seemed to
work.
"But I care Misha.
I don't want to hurt you but…tum Dobriyal sisters ka deal kya hain yaar? Why is
it such a big crime that I have
feelings for you?" Said Kabir, a hint of playfulness in his speech. Under
normal circumstances, Misha would have slapped him, grinning. The situation,
however, was not normal, and Misha
was in a unusually serious mood.
"Because you're my best friend
Kabir. I can't break your heart dude…mujh se nahin hoga. Par main tumse
jhoot bhi nahin bol sakti yaar. And if I break your heart…I…just…" She sighed,
running a hand through her hair, avoiding his gaze. She couldn't look him in
the eyes and say what she was going to say. It was a cowardly sentiment really.
Cowardly and selfish. She didn't want to hurt him, because it would hurt her,
and she was too scared to break his heart. What would happen to their
friendship? Naturally it would deteriorate after such an incident.
"I know Mish…isiliye I decided to not to tell you. I was gonna put the sticks away…I dunno tumhe
kahaan se mile…" Misha snorted, rolling her eyes at her friend's short-term
memory.
"You dropped them when you ran away from me like a cissy."
She said, as a look of understanding dawned on Kabir's face. It made him look
rather idiotic, and Misha couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Kabir smiled,
pleased as the sound of her loud, familiar laughs flooded his ears.
"God Thakur, tum kaise weirdly stare kar rahe ho mujhe!"
Kabir flushed, and started grinning as he saw the smirk on Misha's face.
"Its called love Mish." The moment those words escaped his
mouth, the smirk slipped off her face, and she shook her head at him.
"Don't Kabir. Please don't…" She folded her arms across her
chest.
"Why Mish? Itna bura kya hain isme?" He asked, a tone of
genuine curiosity in his voice.
"Because I don't believe in love anymore, so you'll be
wasting your time."
"So? I wasn't wasting my time Pia? I don't care Mish. The
fact that you don't love me won't change the way I feel about you, because I
truly do love you, from the core of my heart. " She stared at him, feeling a
little spark of happiness in her chest, as he said those words. It was the same
sport where it had been hurting just a few minutes ago. She didn't know why,
and she dismissed it as probably just being her stupid chest condition or
whatever. The thing kept coming up over and over again.
"Look, the truth is, I'll be a really annoying girlfriend to
have. I'll be over-possesive and stupid…you'll get sick of me." She hoped
dearly that her made up story would get him to change his mind. Surely a new
tactic would work on her insufferably determined best friend.
"Maine tumhe satra saal jhela hain. I think I can handle you
as a girlfriend.." He said, shrugging in an annoyingly nonchalant way. Why would he not budge from his opinion?!
"I'M NOT WORTH IT
GOD DAMNIT!" She didn't know where the screaming, or the words had come from.
She had meant to come up with another equally convincing excuse, but her
emotions had just…bubbled up…
"I don't deserve you Kabir…tumhe ek bohot acchi, sweet si
ladki milegi. Don't do this to yourself…" As she uttered those words, the tears
that had been brimming her eyes spilt forth. At the sight of the tears, Kabir
instinctively cupped her face, his gesture extremely gentle. Ignoring the
horrid, cold pain in his chest, he closed the steps between them.
"Misha…you're amazing.
Tum aisa soch bhi kaise sakti ho ki you don't deserve
me. You have every right over me." He whispered in her ear, now caressing her
shaking body.
"No Kabir…I don't have any right to make you-" Her mumbled, incoherent
words got interrupted by Kabir's impatient voice.
"Yes you do! Before Angad, Tracker, Pia…even before Danish…you have the right over
me…Tumhara haq banta hain ki tum mujhe for granted lo, just like it's the same
for me!" He said, gesticulating widly. She smiled at his somewhat hysterical
form, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"This is so stupid. I came here to tell you, in a non-hurtful way that
we won't work…and here I am…crying!" She
shook her head in bewilderment. How had things played out to be so topsy-turvy.
"I know you love me Kabir, but are you sure that you're in love with me?" She asked, biting her
lip and swaying like a little child. He could see the glint of hope in her
eyes, and sighed.
"It would really make you happy if I said yes, right?" She nodded, and
he smiled slightly to himself. If only…if only that were the case…He would be
more than happy to see her happy…
"I'm sorry Mish. I would lie if I could…but I can't…not to you. Yeah…I am in love with you…but that doesn't mean you have to be."
"Yeah, I know…but…I don't know Kabir. Jab maine tumhara letter padha
toh…I remembered all the memories we shared…and I just…I felt like…I felt a
weird kinda happiness…" He raised her eyebrows at her, urging her to go on.
"I don't know man, we've known each other for so long…I think we
just…haven't got our relationship figured out…" She stopped, digging her hands
in her pockets, lowering her eyes.
"But…I know where we stand Misha…"
" Its not that. I know where we stand as well. I know ki main raat ke
baara baje tumhare window ke saamne tumhara naam cheekh sakti hoon, aur tum
apne neend mein se bhi uth kar mere liye neeche apne night suit mein aayoge. I know that. But…we haven't figured out
our relationship…and…I guess we could try this love thing, but-"
"Great! So you wanna go on a date with me?" He asked, his eyes
twinkling brightly, waiting expectantly for her answer. She rolled her eyes,
inwardly feeling stupidly smiley at his readiness to ask her out. Her stupid
chest condition came up again…she was feeling warm and fuzzy now
"God! You're so determined!
Peecha nahin chodoge na? Look, why don't we just…take some time to figure out
what our relationship is…and then…maybe we can try the 'date'." She said,
receiving an over-enthusiastic, energetic nod from him. She grinned shaking her
head.
"Okay, good. So, I'm gonna go home, and get something for some strange
chest condition I have. See you tomorrow Kabira."
"Wait. Good night hug nahin degi?" He asked in the most innocent,
childish voice he could muster post-puberty.
"You're such a loser." She said half heartedly, as he wrapped his arms
around her, and she buried her face in his chest. They had always been like that…their
hugs…He wrapped her arms around her, and they shut themselves from the outside
world, just… sensing each other.
"Good night." She said, retrieving, somewhat unhappily, from the hug.
He smiled at her, and her heart swelled…and that's when she realized, that
maybe, just maybe, the weird feeling
in her chest was not because of a
chest condition after all.
--The End—
x x x
Ana
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