I kept my word and wrote an update. Hope you like it. Its been half written for more than a week. 😆 Completed it today morning so here it is:Their feet dangled, their hands interlocked and they felt as though they were the only two people left on the planet. Fahima had climbed the tree effortlessly with Fahaad below her to catch her in case she fell. When they settled down on a strong, thick branch, they both drifted back to continue the memory in their minds.
Two out of the four men were chasing after her. She wondered where Babloo was, hoping that they had not caught him. Even though she was a fast runner, unlike chubby Babloo, their stride was much longer than hers because of their height. They caught up with her in no time.
"Go get the other little rascal. Go !!", urged the man wearing a red and orange flowery shirt. The man was hesitant, as if he wanted to rescue her, but quickly ran away, leaving her with the other man. By that time, she was struggling to get free from the man's evil clutches and screaming frantically for help. No one came, no one heard her. She felt lonely and trapped as if in a cage. The man back slapped her with such force that she fell to go the ground, the world spinning around her, her cheek stinging. The slap did not help but added to her misery and it only made her wail even louder.
"Shut up, you crying little rat ! First you snooped around in other people's business, then made us run after you, you worthless piece of sh*t and now you want to cry !" He gripped a fistful of her plaited hair and pulled down harshly. "I've had it with you ! There's only one way to shut you up now." He freed one of his hands from my hair and reached inside his pocket, taking out a white handkerchief. He sat on top of her, pinning her hands down with his knees. She shook her head wildly, attempting to escape from being gagged but he still managed to tie the fabric around her mouth, so tight that her mouth hurt from the pressure. Her screams turned into muffled sounds and the man grinned a missing-tooth smile, satisfied with his work. Tears welled on her eyes, dropping to the corner of her eyes and then, to the round, one after the other. She gave up and stopped shouting, stopped struggling to get free. The man was still sitting on top of her, his weight was unbearable for her thin,frail body. She knew she would not make it out alive but hoped that Babloo would. No, she knew he would, he was much more clever then her. Babloo WILL survive this, she chanted to herself.
Babloo walked slowly from behind the man, the only thing he could see was her legs. He recognized them because her knee had a purple bruise from the day before when she had slipped and fell while playing Tag; he crouched behind some bushes. On his way there, he had seen one of the men running back his way but he had hid behind a tree, just in time, letting the man run right past him. He pondered on what he should do next. His breath slowed down and became even, sweat trickled down his temples. Going home to get help was out of the question, they would not let him step out of the house ever again and he did not want to leave Fahi alone here anyway. She was his only friend, his best friend. All the others made fun of him and called him names like, "Fahaad the Fatty" or "Fahatty" but she never did. She cared for people's feelings, sometimes a bit too much. So, he became her hero as she became his. She always scolded the kids that picked on him even though they were two years older, they listened because she was popular. She didn't realize how much those little gestures meant to him. She wasn't like the other popular kids, she never boasted or took advantage of it. She never felt that she was too good to talk to the loners. She was the most beautiful girl in their school and all the boys drooled and swooned for her and she acted as if they were not even there. She lived in her own world and was a very cheerful girl. She was sweet and innocent and the world tried to tear her to pieces because of that but he had promised himself that he would never let that happen. He would be the hero that comes to save the heroine from goons like in the movies. He would not let anyone take away her smile, he would save her even if it meant risking his life. It was obvious that only one of us could escape and it would be Fahi. His thoughts were interrupted by her urgent muffled screams or were they cries? He didn't wait to find out. He stepped out of his cover slowly, revealing himself to the man. Tremors went through him when he saw what the man was doing to Fahi.
They were both brought back to real life when they heard the familiar giggles that they heard in the cafe again. They both turned and looked down to the ground. Their faces turned red at the sight, trying to stifle their laughter.
They looked at each other, wondering if they should scare, ignore or watch them. Both agreed that scaring would be much more fun.They both climbed down to the branches on either side of the couple and jumped down at the same time. They landed with a thud that
absolutely freaked them out. Kristin's legs left Vishal's waist and landed clumsily on the ground. She almost fell back when Fahima gripped one of her hands and Fahaad gripped her other, Vishal was looking everywhere, unsure of what to do with the hands now
, the same hands had previously been on Kristin's bum a while ago, holding her up.
"How could you both have a party without us !?!?", demanded Fahaad with fake anger in his voice.
"Um-", they both said in unison.
"Your voices were fine when you were eating each other's faces, what happened now?", teased Fahima.
They both looked at each other and then at them, sighing irritatingly.
"Hey now, no need to get angry that we interrupted your little..er...session. This is our tree though."
"Your tree eh? I don't see a name !", spoke Kristin, letting her annoyance show clearly in her voice.
"Maybe you didn't see the initials". He went circled around the tree and pointed at them. "See, right here!"
"Oh. Well, sorry man. We didn't see that. We just needed some time alone. Our parents wouldn't let us see each other saying it was bad luck to see your fiancee. We can find another spot. Carry on with whatever you two do.", answered Vishal in a calm voice.
"Nah, we were just playing around. It's fine. We were going to leave soon anyway. See you two around. We better get our wedding invitations !"
"Ofcourse yaar. How could we leave you two out. You'll be the first ones to receive them."
"IF you even get them. No promises", Kristin said with an evil glare and a smile, putting her arm around Vishal's waist. Everyone looked at her then laughed.
"Sweetie, we would break in if that's what it takes to get to your wedding We wouldn't miss it for the end of the world! We still have plenty of teasing to do. ", said Fahim
a with a wink.
"Vishal, we are gonna need a lot more bodyguards as it seems that wedding crashers are plotting to break in", Kristin said, looking straight at Fahima.
They pulled their legs a little longer and Kristin defended them, retaliating all their remarks. The couples enjoyed themselves while doing so, reminding each other often that they were sailing on the same boat- the love boat. Kristin may be a little evil on a daily basis but she was a darling at heart. Her heart always melted for Vishal. He seemed to be the only person who escaped her evil mind and brought out her tender side. Their love was shown through the little actions they did without noticing like holding the other's hand when someone said a hurtful remark or just giving a questioning look at the other to search for their approval of a certain act. That must be the language of love, do we do that as well?, wondered Fahi and Babloo. They looked at the couple then at each other, the question reflecting in their eyes and they found the answer there also. After a while, they took their leave and started to walk back home, leaving the two lovebirds to continue their encounter.
"They love each other so much.", said Fahima.
"Yes, they do. In fact, they remind me of another couple that I know", replied Fahaad with a pointed look at her. Her lips tried to hide a smile, she understood and nodded. He had made his point crystal clear to her with just one look. Yup, we definitely speak the language of love, he thought and wrapped his hand on hers, it fit perfectly, as if their hands were made to hold each others.
Edited by GohamHungry - 13 years ago
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