TaaRey FF - #1. Life At Stake (Stake Triology)

Chapter 2:

Sharon n Wahi were bickering continuously. I faked a smile enacting I was listening to them. In reality, I was completely lost. I couldn't skip off d lingering effect of d person who was watching me like a piece of cake, minutes ago. He held a power of storm. It urged me to-come-n-reach. That was really breath taking. But he had disappeared in a blink. With that had gone d tingle on my neck too. Was I overreacting? If yes, I really suck daydreaming.

A pair of soft hands clasped my eyes. I jolted with d ache of familiar touch. I forgot everything. New college, Sharon, Wahi n even d sweet stalker and amber eyed girl slipped out of my mind in d moment. Sweet Jesus.... It really can't be.... Oh seriously he can't be here..... My palm clenched on his tracing d familiar smoothness. Ring? A red star embedded in steel. My fingers loitered on d metallic substance. It was d same ring I presented to my best friend on his departure to Chicago as a memory of mine. An energy of pure bliss burst into tears. My throat went dry. Words lacked to express d ecstasy bulged in me. As if sensing my emotional breakdown, d hands let go my eyes. He held my shoulders turning me. I didn't dare to open my eyes. I couldn't. If it's a dream, I'll be shattered. Please God..... Let it be him in real. "Hey..." D soft melodic voice touched my ears. God damn! I was hearing him. A thousand of thoughts debated in d back of my mind blurrily. "Gods, Taani bear. How much I missed u, man." His hands stroked my waist length sluggish black winded-curls. "Yaar, look at me." "Please tell me it isn't a dream" My voice choked in a motion of brawling. "Uffo Taani bear, I'm right here in front of you for real." He cooed reflecting d intensity of my emotion. I know. He was feeling d same way. Even without looking at him, I can commentary his action. I slowly opened my wet eyes. That's it. The tears flooded like a Niagara fall. He was grinning like freak joker. He looked ... well, very different. Implicitly same but explicitly exotic! His handsome features flexibly incorporated in white v-neck black shirt, buttercup sweat pants n shoes. I touched his face confirming his presence. He held on to me. His skin was bit tanned, beautiful as ever though. His always disheveled almond hairs were combed blandly. His brown eyes matching mine had slightly turned on to grey-brownish. I couldn't figure how it's possible. As far as I know, d color of eyes was no chameleon. But this color....Huh...lens...He never was a lens using type of person...no time to think out of board. "Mary mother of Jesus............ Harshu, I'm gonna kick ur butt idiot" I threw myself into his arms. He was tough n rigid. My move didn't surprise him. He caught me fluently. I clung to him like a younger monkey lapping in its mother's warmth. He smelled ocean. Like always. But there was a swap of mud odor rumbled in it, this time. He twirled me.

I felt as if my world swept back into childhood, when I was 6 years old, I first met him on Hallowen's party in Texas. He was disguised as zombie. I had laughed on his face ignoring him flushing in embarrassment. But he didn't burst on me. Instead he looked sheepish and asked me if I would become his friend. Though I had been a bitch, I accepted his friendship with whole heart. It changed my life into beautiful one. From then, he had been always with me, in my happiness and sadness. When d loss of my mother hit me like an aching storm, he stuck with me every single second. If not for him, I would have shattered into pieces. This Taani could have never grown strong without him. He had been my other half. Honestly, people who knew us thought we were a couple, except my family and his family. But what do they know? We were much more than a couple. Our friendship was way beyond someone can imagine. We were inseparable. When he left for Chicago, I couldn't imagine how my life moved. So as his! We called, emailed and video chatted most of d time. But...but that wasn't d same. Distance made us realize how lonely we were without d shadow of each other in everything we did. Even my dad got worried seeing me locking up in a room all d day and not enjoying my life without him. And look now, he was here. My BFF was here. Heavenly! After a long last time, he broke d hug yet holding me through shoulders. "Don't say you are here only to say hello to me n go back to ur Chicago hole again. Because if so, I'll kill u right on d spot" I shrieked. He chuckled. His thumb dried d wetness drawled on my cheek. "Of course not, Taani bear. I'm here to join d college along with u" "U r not serious" "Of course I'm" He was quite offended. "Really... Wow, that's......." I was speechless. I enthusiastically punched him in stomach. "Ouch" He faked.