Hello folks! Tannu here. Writing my first story on this forum 
The VashMay content caused us to ponder on extremely depressing outcomes, so just trying to boost up the morale here 
The title is from a Jordin Sparks song that I love ~ No Air
This story is to remind us that sometimes you should give love a chance, no matter how impossible you feel it is
Hope you like it. Would appreciate any criticism and/or feedback 
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PART 1
Mr. Bhola Bhandari was always supposed to be just Mr. Bhola Bhandari, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, Uday was handsome in a wholesome, admire my drawl, chiselled perfection kind of way. But from the day they first laid eyes on him, he had Noorie stamped all over him. Even if his smile could make the coldest heart melt and make every girl in a twenty-mile radius swoon in unison, Vashma never looked his way in that way.
Because, he was the Uday she had known for more than 10 years, and Vashma knew he was Noorie's crush. There was no point in looking at him in that way. This was the way of their world.
So Vashma was struck dumb when Uday's small act of aggression nearly bowled her over.
Yes, he had threatened the other hockey players in a similar manner to give him a chance to play the match after being disqualified by the coach after the altercation happened with his Bauji, but he was never going to throw that punch. That, like much of what he did that week, was only meant to keep Vashma from resorting to something else. With them, he was Uday the Good playing at being bad, but on the surface he was still exactly what they thought he was. He was still the eternal buddy, even with his fist raised.
But this time it was clear there was something thrumming under the surface that wasn't there before. There was no gentleness in his eyes when he was facing the rioters. He was all seriousness and the air was thick with the hostility oozing off of him. Everyone was seeing the scene play out, but Vashma was sure that no one else was really seeing it except her. She could feel it, the buzz of barely restrained fury. She was honed in on it, compelled toward it, because it was the same beat that vibrated deep in her chest. And though, he didn't throw a punch this time either, his control over himself and the way he dominated the situation made her insides flutter.
Suddenly, Vashma could see herself seeing Uday that way. It should have been an unwelcome change, but, oddly, it wasn't. It was different, yes, but it didn't change everything. He was still Mr. Bhola Bhandari, first and foremost. He played the part of her moral compass for far too long for him not to revert right back to that role. Ninety-nine percent of the time, she ignored the ear to ear grin that made other girls giggle, bat their eyelashes, and fan themselves. Now that she knew about that other one percent though, there was a twinge of attraction when he got a certain look about him. But it wasn't anything more than that.
Uday was still Noorie's daydream, hers for the taking when she was ready. That was the way of their world. Besides, Vashma was still hung up on true love for the most part. One unattainable thing to pine over was enough for her.
Even if sometimes her daydreams belonged to sparkly hazel eyes, attached to the drawl, stopping her from making irrational decisions.
That was just where it started. It was not their beginning.
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