Monday, 23 December 2019

KASH OS : THE BIGGEST DAY


7TH JANUARY,2008
8.30 P.M..


She knew where would he be…and she too needed to be there, for a reason unknown to her, though. She just wanted to go to him now. She did not have a single idea about what was she going to say to him, about if she was even going to say anything. She just wanted to go. She still doubted if she would be able to keep her feelings in check when he is around, she doubted if she would be able to keep her tears in check…as she made her way to the dressing room, she wondered would he even want to see her face again. She had been so rude to him…she had told him off so badly…she herself did not believe in the words she had said to him…she knew somewhere, in the deep of her hearts, that she loved him…but just couldn't come to terms with it…and she was definitely not going to say anything to him.

He was too busy dressing up his wounds to notice anyone enter the room. You know how in films, when the hero and his lady love meet, there are violins…and saxophones…and a beautiful song playing in the background? But here, there was nothing. It was not a film, it was reality. Everything from the clicking of the door knob to his winces was clear as thunder. This silence was killing her. She had wished him to notice her and start a conversation, or at least tell her to go away. That would have been easier. But now, she had to go to him. She went closer and closer, hesitating. Thinking twice about each step she took. She did not want to look him in the eye. She couldn't see him like
this. Wincing in pain, managing on his own…she wanted to be there for him, in everything. "main laga deti hoon" she offered with the little courage she had in herself. He realized he was not alone in the room and became aware of her presence. He left the cotton on his shoulder as she moved forward hopefully, but held it the next second as he tried to wear his half worn shirt… "rehne do" he did not want to say much to her now. "please, main kar deti hoon" she pleaded again with tears forming in her eyes and voice shaking. He himself did not know he was so affected by her voice. By her. Reluctantly, he left the cotton on the table as he gestured her to take charge. She dipped the cotton in the antibiotic as he opened his wound in front of her…he wished he could open himself so easily with her…he flinched in pain once again as she put the cotton where it was bleeding… "oh…ouch" he closed his eyes as he felt her fingers touch his bare skin..

"sorry…dard ho rha hai?" she managed in a tearful voice. It hurted her to see him like this. Especially, knowing that she was the reason behind his pain…he sighed… "tumhari baaton se thoda kam…" he said sarcastically…did she even know what hurt was? He could have gone in a million bike races and the pain was nothing compared to what his heart was feeling right now…and as they say, in love two hearts beat as one, it was as though the pain from his heart had traveled to her eyes… she stopped for a moment, rethinking what he had just said, cursing herself once again…but then, this was not the moment to be weak. She started cleaning his wounds again but could not stop thinking about what he had said, she did not realize when she dropped that little piece of cotton on the floor and started crying…he turned around and looked at her…he had not expected this at all… "riddhima kya hua?" he could not understand what was happening… "armaan…armaan" she just took his name between her sobs…"he tried to hold her arm.. "hua kya riddhima?" he tried once again but she freed her arm out of his hold… "I hate you armaan"…his face was blank…just has his heart was. It skipped a beat as he heard her say that…he couldn't fathom the meaning of her words…he just stared at her with blank eyes, rooted to his spot and she moved even more backwards… "armaan…main tumse…main…I hate you armaan…I hate you…I hate you armaan" she just had no words to say…she did not know what was she speaking but then, it was right…she hated that man…for coming in her life and turning it upside down…for affecting her so much…as much as nobody ever did before… "but I love you" he whispered just as his heart ordered him to. He did not want to know anything else now. This was the time, now or never. "I hate you" she repeated once again going backwards and "but I love you" he too repeated again..taking a small step towards his love. "I hate you" she repeated again…she felt waek in her knees…she had started crying badly now..and he could not see that, though he himself had tears in his eyes…he held her tightly by both her arms and brought her forward…their faces, an inch away from each other…he stared right into her eyes as he declared his love for her again… "I love you"..

"I hate you…" she was weaker than ever now, in his arms…where she belonged…it felt like home…and his eyes…so pure so childlike..yet so determined… "I love you" he pleaded almost in a whisper…and she could not find words after that…she was just so lost in his eyes…in that tear that was on the brink of falling down his cheek… "I love you" she heard herself whispering…and he felt life retuning to his cadaver…he felt reaching home after a long long day…on an impulse, he just hugged her tight and to his fortune, she responded back equally. She hugged him back with all the love she had, with all the pain she had been carrying with herself. She broke down in his arms as she cried her heart out. Finally. He caressed her hair feeling that blissful state. He closed his eyes as realization gradually sunk in…she was here, in his arms, confessing her love for him…

They did not know for how long did they stand there, letting their hearts free…she was still crying like a baby as he soothed her hair… "bas….bas"…he kissed her head as he came out smiling and looked at her… "ro kyun rhi ho? Kyunki mujhse pyar karti ho? Hmmm? Mujhse pyar karna itni badi saza hai?" and she couldn't help chuckle between her tears…she was madly in love with this stupid! He cupped her face as he wiped off her tears…she smiled "haste hue achi lagti ho…" he said genuinely…her hands were over his as she asked, "toh phir…tum mujhe hamesha rulate kyun ho?" and man…he felt like falling in love with her innocence once again, in the same moment…he held both his ears as he apologized sincerely… "rulata tha"…she held his hands again…like she had never wanted them to leave her face… "toh yaani abhi…ab kabhi nahi rulaoge?" she asked with a pout…he left his ears as his hand now rested on his waist, his face adorning his trade mark smirk as he pretended to think, only to see her expression change into uncertainly awaiting his reply… "lets see!" he replied naughtily and she smiled..chuckled…yeah she was in love with this idiot! He could do anything for that one smile…he wiped off her tears with his knuckles and sucked them as he promised himself to always take away all her tears…

"armaan…" she started hopefully as he replied a "hmm" observing the different colors on her face, still smiling like an idiot… "main baar baar sochti rehti hoon…ye pyar hi tha ya kuch aur…par ye pyar hi tha armaan…" he held her hands protectively as she completed… "mujhe pata tha…tum andar hi andar mujhse pyar karti ho…" he carressed her hand with his thumb as she optimistically asked "aur tum?" just after confessing their love to each other, this girl wanted to know if he loved her…and well he was armaan! He loved her, true. But equally true was the fact that the scowl that adorned her face when he teased her, well he loved that too!! "Main? Pyar? Please!" he said impishly and looked away giving her frown time to deepen… but he couldn't let tears form in those eyes again, he held her hands as he wiped off her dried tears and whispered "ishk…mohobbat…love!" he joined his forehead with hers and he held his hands…he could hear her breathe…they were so close…after an eternity… taking a step back, he opened his arms for a hug…her face turned crimson as she blushed badly and turned away…this guy was totally mad! Maroing chance on every opportunity!

She loved her even more when she did that…that little blush of hers was like an inspiration for all of his actions!!

"socho…abhi…sabko humare bare me pata chalega toh kya sochenge?" he whispered in her ear as he put his hand in his pocket and came closer…and saw her expressions change from dreamy  to that of worry… "nahi armaan…abhi…abhi hum kisi ko kuch nahi batayenge."

"kyun?" he frowned at that…now she couldn't have  a valid reason for hiding the most special moment of their lives from everyone…

"uhm…" she thought for a moment…what was she to tell him now… she had so much going on in her own heart that telling the world about it just didn't seem like the best idea… "shayad hume itni jaldi nahi karni chahiye…" she tried to put all her feelings in one sentence and hoped him to understand…and well he did. Pretending to make a thoughtful face, he said cheekily… "hmm..aur tumhe lagta hai tumne haan bolne me bohot jaldi kar di!" making her chuckle and giggling himself too…boy, that smile was worth all the wait and all the pain that he had been going through fro so long…

"theek hai! Mujhe kuch aur time mill jayega…tumhe satane ke liye!"  his tone was juvenile, but his eyes…full of love for her…and she was sure now, only for her. The man of her dreams, was the man of her life now… he caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes taking this blissful feeling in…

"ridz!" she opened her eyes in a tick as she heard that. It was not armaan, it was di…anjali di! Crap!

"di…di…di aa rhi hai" she told him as she tried to back off…

"toh?" he said with his trademark smirk as he came closer….
"armaan! Samjha karo! She went back and he came closer holding her by her waist… "pyar kiya toh samjhna kya!" he tried holding her but she went away at the right moment as anjali entered precisely then. She looked at armaan, his face trying to avoid her gaze… Riddhima pretended to check some files on the table as she turned around hastily hearing anjali's "ridz, are you okay?" "haan…uh haan di…mujhe…mujhe kya hona hai?" well, she was bad at lying. Anjali gave armaan a look who was trying hard to suppress his laugh at that… "I thought tum dono me fir se kuch…" anjali said to both of them. Seriously, when armaan and riddhima are together, all you can expect is a blast!

"please…mujhe aur koi kaam nahi hai kya!" armaan tried to act all cool and anjali gave a crafty smile…she always fell for such things!

"nahi hai…dii…poora din isne mujhse itna kaam krvaya ke mere ghutno me dard ho rha hai! Aur ek chhoti si galti kya kar di…toh itta chilla rha hai! Isse toh achi doctor kirti hi thi!" arman's expressions just kept on changing listening to him, okay she was playing along, he had thought initially but ye ladki toh! Whoever thought riddhima gupta was a sweet little innocent girl, think again! She gave a cunning smile from behind anjali as she came in her elder sister avatar, crossing her arms at her front and her famous glare…"armaan?" he eyes asking answeres for her li'l ridzi's complaints… "anjali…main to bas…isse samjha rha tha ke…" he gestured with his hands, only pretending to be trying to explain her, actually he wasn't even interested in giving her any explanations! He was busy tadoing his just confessed love! Who, for a fact was enjoying all this over anji's shoulder.. anjali looked at her once, her expressions gain that of an obedient child… "and now please, who ghar jaa rhi hai…already bohot der ho chuki hai okay?" it sounded more like an order… armaan, without protesting, moved towards the bed, to wear his shirt properly…confessing love had made him forget the essentials!

"come on ridz" she gestured her, but well riddhima didn't really wanted to leave so soon… "woh…woh file kahan rakhi maine…" she pretended to find some non existent file on the table when she heard him flinch. Apparently he was trying to wear his shirt but was unable coz of his wounds…in a moment, she felt like running to him… "wait, main karti hoon" anjali offered and stepped ahead but riddhima was quicker this time… "di…rehne do, main karti hoon, mera patient hai" these professional type things always worked with anjali! She gave a little nod as riddhima went to help it. And I had told na earlier, that the background music and violin things happen only in films? Well you know what, when you're in love, life is no less than a film. You hear a melodious voice in the background even at the slightest of touch to each other…

She helped him wear his shirt and button it up…it didn't hurt him anymore…it just loved! He started playing with her fingers as she was busy in her work, only to make her slap on his hand slightly as she made him aware of anji's presence…their eyes talked, he pretended to look away for a nanosecond before again teasing her..

"chale?" the kabab me haddi opened her whale of a mouth once again as both of them looked at her, armaan perfectly acting as nothing had happened and riddhima still trying to hide her blush… "haan di.." she nodded as she gulped in the new feelings and started moving away with her sis…

"Good night" anji wished armaan politely as the sisters made their way out… "Good night" he too wished her, his gaze still fixed on the younger one!

Riddhima waved him a little bye but was distracted by anjali's voice, "kuch aur bhi keh rha tha?" she asked as she opened the door…

"haan…keh rha tha ke kal mujhse aur bhi kaam karayega.."

He warned her through his eyes naughtily pointing a finger towards her as she continued, "pta nahi kya dushmani hai mujhse!" he waved her a chirpy bye and saw her showing her tongue to him….his basket! Ah!



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You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day. Not until it's happening. You don't recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you're right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize there's not enough time, because you wanna live forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days.

-grey's anatomy...




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