Purvi was sleeping soundly, the clock had struck 12 and the phone rang in a millisecond after that as annoyed purvi picked up the phone,
'kya hua?' she said as she lied down again, drowsing to sleep again.
'tumhara janam, ab toh khair 19 saal ho gaye hain...'
'kavin?' said purvi as she was now awakened.
'happy birthday, purvi.'
'oh god, pata hai tumhare call ke liye jagi hui thi main but itni nee..'
purvi was interrupted by her own yawn.
'let me guess, neend aa rahi thi.' Said kavin jokingly as they both shared a chuckle.
'but seriously though, i really like that you do this every year...'
'hmm, khushi hui jaankar, kyunki aakhri baar jab apne iski baarein mein mujhse baat ki thi, toh bahaut meethe-meethe shabd nahi nikle the aapki zubaan se.'
'arre that's not fair, tab toh bas dosti hui thi...ab aise koi tapakta hai kya kisi ke ghar mein?'
'cake laya tha, khanjar nahi, ki mujhe itna maraa tha tumne. Aur ek baat batao, yeh bat kiss khushi mein rakhti ho takiye ke neeche?'
'arre woh, tab chudailo se bada dar lagta tha toh...'
'oh ho, toh aap purvi- the chudail slayer banna chahti thi..'
'seriously, kavin' said purvi as she roared in laughter.
'arre aap ko hasane ke liye, kuch bhi.'
purvi smiled as she said, 'kavin?'
'hmm..'
'kuch nahi...' she said as they both never needed words, the silence said enough, never uncomfortable. Now, that's love!
Next morning, as purvi reached college, the first person she encountered was ishita, who offered a loving a hug to her best friend as she exclaimed, 'happy birthday!'
'thank you!' she exclaimed back with the same affection.
'koi baat nahi, ignored hona kise bora lagta hai, lage raho!' remarked dushyant as they separated,
'tumhe koi kaise ignore kar sakta hai.'
dushyant agreed as he smiled and wished her, 'happy birthday', while hugging her from the side.
'thanks.' She replied with a smile as purvi asked, 'waise kavin kahan hai?'
'arre, aaj uski early morning class thi so, pak raha hai woh lecture mein..'
'kyun raat ki baat kaafi nahi thi..' remarked ishita
'tujhe kaise pata?'
'arre ab mere alawa tere birthday pe 12 baje kaun phone karega? Itna hard guess nahi tha...'
'arre tera phone bhi aaya tha...'
'koi baat nahi, wish hi toh karna tha, abhi kardiya..'
'ab hum sab kahan itne kismet waale, ki purvi raat ko bhi humara phone utha le, nahi?' said dushyant as he faced ishita, who also participated in the joke.
'arre bilkul, ab kavin ka phone koi kaise kaat sakta hai..'
'shabaash, ab tum dono milkar, mere peeche pad gaye ho?'
'arre, hum ne tumhe kuch nahi kaha? Kaha kya humne, ishita?'
'nahi, mujhe toh nahi laga..'
'main naa jaa rahi hoon, kyunki mujhse toh tumhe baat karni nahi.'
purvi left as ishita called her while trying to hold her laughter,
'arre purvi...oh god!'
ishita, still with a smile on her face, gazed at dushyant who softly slipped his fingers into hers. He still couldn't go any closer to her, the reluctance in his body language , coming from a fear of hurting someone who has an unshakeable trust in him, while his eyes had nothing but love for her. Her smile too fades slightly, as her own fears seem to be questioning her faith, but looking into his eyes gives her this unexplainable strength to trust him despite of those fears.
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the best friend
Fanfictionishita and purvi used to be best friends, but an unfortunate falling out led to a very painful seperation. they both are in the same college, where purvi spends most of her time with her boyfriend kavin and his best friend dushyant. but when dushyan...
