"Sandhir-One Shots from Sadda Haq"

Need You

''To live this life, I need a heartbeat... To have a heartbeat, I need a heart... To have a heart, I need happiness... To have happiness, i need you''

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The rain outside was incessantly falling, there was no stopping. Or maybe it was the turmoil of hurt and anger that was making her feel that way.

Her infuriation wasn't just the cause, her desperation and helplessness were the major contributors to this icy cold relationship she shared with the one boy, who she had given her heart too.

Why was it so difficult, for him to open his heart to her again, to accept her. Sure things had changed between them, but couldn't they give it a try again? 

As she walked out of the canteen to the basketball court, her slipper caught on a rusty old nail, jutting out of a chair. She struggled to set it free, instead it tore.
She took them off and flung them to the side. It was like she was in a trance. She felt restless as she heard the sound of the ball dribbling. Her heart lurched. She knew it was him. It was like god had programmed them to meet in this turmoil.

She followed the sound as she came into the court. There he was dribbling the ball, running on the court as he scored a basket easily.

Her thin shirt clung on to her body, a sudden shiver passing through her. His shirt was flung on the bench. 

Her eyes traced the fine lines on his back that flexed along with his muscles, every time he raised his hand to shoot a basket.

Her mind was so lost in the form in front of her that she didn't notice, when her bare feet trod over a sharp piece of glass, that lay among the shattered lamp that had crashed to the ground, due to the storm.

She cried out in pain, as the feeling seared through her entire form. The cut was deep and she could feel it. Blood oozed out of it.

A warm trickle of tear slipped out of her eye as she gasped in pain.

He saw her condition and bounced the ball away, as he rushed towards her.

'Shit! You're hurt' he growled.

'No, its fine, I'll manage' she said snapping out of the trance.

'Don't be foolish! Show me the cut' he said as he crouched beside me.

'No...I'm fine...I..I'll manage' she said stuttering seeing his bare torso as the drops of rain washed over it.

He didn't argue as he took her feet and placed it on his knees for her support. She winced at the touch, not in pain, but in pleasure.

His touch sent her mind and body reeling. He blew lightly over the cut.

As the warm breath tickled her skin, she gasped and sighed

'Randhir'

'I'm here' he said, his voice low and deep.

Those words sounded so fake coming from someone who she had given her entire world to and who in return, didn't want her or love her back.

'Let me be' she said as a tear splashed from the corner of her eye, onto his knee.

In the peltering rain, she possibly thought he  hadn't noticed the tear stained face of the sad and lonely girl standing above him. He had felt it, yet he chose to ignore them.

Not that he wanted to. But he was forcing himself to. Because he knew that there was no hope, no future for this relationship. She was right, they were similar, two poor broken souls, fighting for their survival and existence in this cruel society.