Don’t let scrolling keep you from your destiny or drain your energy so much that creating has no room to flourish.
We forget that we only have so much attention span to give on a given day. Don’t give up those precious moments to apps and advertisers who want your attention. Give it to what makes you feel good, what truly nourishes you.
Whether that’s the sun, a friend, a paintbrush, or a pen. There is so many other things you can pick up besides a phone.
You remember that scene from part 3 where both Khushi and AV were staying over NK's house at the weekend? The morning when Khushi woke up in a happy mood and subconsciously made two cups of tea? We were robbed off the many things that the author could have given us. Let's create something in that line. Aao. :)
“Stop.” She whispered as the moment froze and silently melted into her veins. Why? Why had she said the word? She didn’t want him to stop. She…Her throat clenched as she blinked and shifted from her place.
She scrunched up her eyes shut. Already frustrated of trying to avoid what she wanted so bad. She felt heat surrounding her senses and a warm breath fanning her face. He came closer to her if that was still possible.
He inched up his hands slowly towards her back and placed them on her back ever so lightly. He knew her state. He knew she was feeling conflicted. She was trying to fight the 'potential betrayal' that she could face again if she so happened to trust him again. But, the attraction was becoming as strong as powerful gusty winds, difficult to resist by each passing day.
He understood her turmoil because he too was in the same turmoil. Trying to figure out what exactly was going on with his heart nowadays.
He saw her eyes relaxing but remained closed. Her lips trembling ever so slightly. She looked so kissable at that moment. He could literally kill to kiss her at that moment. But she had whispered him to stop.
He had given her the options. And she had chosen to stop.
He closed his eyes, took off his glasses and placed his lips softly on her forehead.
I love you Khushi.
He gingerly pulled back a little to gauge her reaction. She looked so calm and peaceful.
He felt his eyes welling up with the intensity of emotions running inside him. He felt guilty for running away and never contacting her back ever again. He felt angry on himself. He felt pitiful for himself.
He could literally go down on his knees and join his hands to beg for her forgiveness.
And even then she would reject me and my apology.
He slipped in his glasses and slowly peeled himself out of her space and left the kitchen.
Khushi opened her eyes only to feel cold chilly air surrounding her devoid of the heat that had enveloped a few moments ago.
She instantly missed his presence.
His gaze.
On her.
The warmth.
She turned to the counter behind her only to find two mugs of tea innocently sitting on it, waiting to be sipped. Already in the brink of going down the room temperature.
She quickly picked up the mugs and went off towards the attic where he had spent the night.
She went up the staircase. Her steps slow and tentative. Confused as she was, by the un-seen part of Nishant Sir's beautiful house.
She knocked the door but no one answered. So she walked in.
The interiors were as beautifully furnished as the rest of the house had been.
Two single beds occupying the two extreme sides of the attic, covered with plush silk bed covers. Sets of three pillows arranged neatly on it. A miniature sized rocking chair placed somewhere in the middle of the room. A window being the highlight, the central part of the room, sunlight running in through it, with full galore. The roof above, bent to the sides, giving it a somewhat triangular shape. A carry bag resting on one of the beds indicating it's owner.
"Wow."
The only word she could manage to whisper out.
Someone behind her cleared their throat. She came back from the trance, she had slipped into. She started without a preamble.
"Hi. Listen I accidently made an extra cup of tea so I thought I could give it to my.. AV sir so please let him know when he comes back."
She quickly went up to the window and placed the cup securely at its edge.
When she turned back to leave, she saw her AV sir smiling back at her with his smile that had the potential to make her nervous and jittery irrespective of what age she was or had been; today or a decade back.
"I didn't know I was yours Khushi." he exclaimed.
"You never told me that you have such a strong sense of possessiveness towards me." he whispered walking towards her with that slow predative pace. His voice barely a rasp.
He was again standing as close to her as he had been a few moments ago in the kitchen.
At this point, Khushi was fighting tooth and nail to avoid looking at his lips.
Hey shivji why did it have to be him out of all the people in this whole damn house? Why do you hate me so much?
Clearing her throat, she averted her gaze and mumbled, "I was going to say my boss but then I thought it was better not to, so I said AV sir instead."
I so wish I could acknowledge the possessiveness I feel for you dammit. Fuck.
But Arnav Varun was on cloud nine. Even if it had been a moment of confusion and yet the universe had conspired for him to hear the words right from his lady-love say out loud to him.
He started walking towards her with some unknown kind of hunger. The desire still thrumming through his veins were yet to subside when universe once again conspired to throw him in front of her.
He kept taking ~oh-so-slow~ steps with that fixating gaze.
His gaze was making her nervous she started stepping back. One step at a time. Until there was no space left to step back. She was trying to avoid looking directly at him. At his eyes. Those honey brown sunrise-irises cutting through the invisible but ever-present lens of his rim-less glasses. Few strands of his hair falling down on his forehead from the side, making her want to run her fingers through them.
She was trying so hard to suppress the urge to do something. Anything.
Running her fingers through his soft and silky tresses.
Running away and out of this room, and perhaps out of Detroit itself.
Pull out his glasses and hold his face with both her hands.
Pushing him away from her and giving him an earful for violating her space twice in a row this morning.
Yank him out his t-shirt and run her fingers through the entire expanse of his torso and the angry gash that ran about the length of his arm.
Hey shivji! Yeh hum kya-
He looked at her face, eyes scrunched up shut, glasses slightly displaced upwards, lips trembling chanting something incoherent.
He swallowed on his own saliva. At that exact moment, he stood so close to her. He could see each and every fiber of her being at a microscopic accuracy.
Her scrunched up eyes and nose, her li-
I need to step away.
I need to stop.
Khushi has told me to stop.
Arnav, rukh jao.
He closed his eyes and commanded himself to step away-
Bas ek baar..
Jyada nahi kuch...
He opened his eyes only to find her looking at him with an ardent curiosity and something else he didn't want to name yet.
He bent down towards her slowly.
But she might have gotten some other idea as she again closed her eyes shut. A strange sense of anticipation overtook her whole being.
He slowly extended his arm to grab the mug that she had earlier placed. The tea having already become as cold as a chilled glass of water.
Koi baat nahi hum isse garam karke pilenge.
Isse kaise chhor sakte hain..
Yeh humare liye Khushi ne banaya tha.
Nevertheless, he picked up the mug and stepped back and walked away, having already understood the idea that she might have gotten when she saw him bending towards her.
Kamaal hai khud mana karne ke baad khud hi ekdum ready ho gayi.
Khushi aapne hume maar dalne ka faisla kar hi liya hai shayad.
A wistful smile appearing on his lips, he walked away with a heavy heart.
Khushi breathed a sigh of relief and disappointment.
Stomping her feet on the floor, she humphf-ed and left the room to get ready for their departure.
When she came out of her room into the main hall she could hear music flowing out from the den. Toweling her still dripping hair she went down the staircase only to come face to face with the man who she could kill to avoid.
He was showered and dressed up in a beige turtle-neck, sleeves rolled up to his forearms (HEY SHIVJI.) dark blue jeans, with a pair of woolen flip-flops on either foot. Hair washed and gelled back neatly to perfection. The frame of his rimless glasses matching the color of his turtleneck.
She kept ogling at him until someone in the room cleared their throat. She looked away and found Nishant sir and Divya ma'am smiling at her sheepishly. The rest of the gang busy in setting up the instruments. She smiled back at them feigning innocence and settled herself on the couch.
Out of the corner of her eyes suddenly she saw AV moving around the den and picking up his guitar. He settled himself on the his favorite bar-stool and put his guitar on his lap gently.
Within a few seconds, the room was filled with music again and everyone else listened to it. The den earlier springing with music and chatter, surprisingly became as quiet as an examination hall.
"Chhupana bhi nahin aata
Chhupana bhi nahin aata
Jatana bhi nahin aata..
Hume tumse mohabbat hai
Batana bhi nahi aata
Chhupana bhi nahin aata
Jatana bhi nahin aata..
Hume tumse mohabbat hai
Batana bhi, nahi aata
Chhupana, bhi, nahin aata
Jatana, bhi, nahin aata..."
To say Khushi was shocked would be an understatement. Not because of the choice he had made but because he had sung the lines looking directly at her. With an un-flinching, un-wavering and un-disturbed gaze trained on her. Just her.
"Hatheli par tumhara naam,
Likhte hai, mitate hai,
Tumhi se pyaar, karte hai,
Tumhi se, hi kyon chupate hai
Tumhi se, hi kyon chupate hai
Juban pe baat hain lekin
Sunana hi nahin aata
Hume tumse
mohabbat hai
Batana bhi, nahi aata
Chhupana, bhi, nahin aata
Jatana, bhi, nahin aata.."
She saw a sad smile pass his face when he broke the eye-contact he was meticulously maintaining a few lines ago. As if he really had done..
No Khushi. Stop day dreaming. Aisa kuch nahi hai..
He is just singing a song. Bas. That's it.
His voice flinched a little this time. He kept looking somewhere down while singing.
"Chori chori
chupke chupke
Tumko dekha karte hai
Hey..Chori chori
chupke chupke
Tumko dekha karte hai
Haale dil sunane se
Na jane kyon darte hain
Na jane kyon darte hain
Kitna pagal dil hai mera
Manana bhi nahi aata
Hume tumse mohabbat hai
Batana bhi nahi aata
Chhupana, bhi nahin aata
Jatana, bhi, nahin aata
Chhupana bhi nahin aata
Jatana bhi nahin aata
Hume tumse mohabbat hai
Batana bhi nahi aata.."
As the next stanza came about a new energy singed through his stance. Slowly and gradually she realized that his cheeks were turning into a tint of pink.
She couldn't quite understand this set of incidents. Was he really in lo-
Did he really loved her?
Suddenly her phone's ringtone tore through the beautiful tranquility that the room had been surrounded with. She turned out its volume and quietly excused herself out of the den, unknown to a longing gaze by a certain someone as the song came to an end.
[Psst...psst idhar aao @arshifiesta this is my latest submission along with this whole damn blog that is, lol.]
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