Splinters Of Ice | Pranbir

08| His First Try

" I made my move to elicit the needed in you. But the consequences would be such I hadn't known"
-Ranbir Kohli

The meeting had left a profound impact on both. Be it how much ever she denied, his touch had brought in so much in her that she had lost herself in his brown orbs without being aware of anything. She could feel a small bit of her wall crack and that was when she worked upon the best way to curb it - Self torture! An hour long cold shower in the biting cold and a few more scratches on her body was what it took her to come out of the feeling. This entire happening fueled her hatred and strengthened her resolve. He on the other hand felt himself entirely and blissfully happy after a small period of disbelief.

"How had the sun risen from the west? Something is surely wrong" he pondered but couldn't stop himself from feeling happy. If this is what is written ahead for them, he's okay with it. He'll do just exactly as she said, he'll make use of this opportunity to bring in all the emotions profoundly show, in her as well.

Anger and irritation was already there within her. He had to work on grief and joy, both of which wouldn't be easy when it came to her! He really had a long way to go!

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The next few days saw the two meet often, leaving both wondering if the other was stalking them! There was no improvement in the way they conversed for sarcasm was still the only mode they preferred in a conversation. It was finally after one week that things took a slight turn.

"What is it that you want to talk about?" Prachi asked directly as they met at the same café they had in their second meeting.

Ranbir shook his head causing her to frown.

"What?" she asked irritated.

"Directly jumped to the point as soon as you came. Hi hello are also something!" he said pouting. Despite her irritation, she couldn't help the slight amusement at his antics visible in her eyes for a brief second which also did not go unnoticed by him.

"Yes because I have neither the time nor patience for your nonsensical talks" she said.

"Fine!" he said and informed her about this concert of his he wanted her to attend. She took a moment after which she nodded and left without a bye. This conversation was their first close to 'normal' conversation.
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She entered the hall lit with dim lights for the programme had a particular theme. She settled at the front seat her face emotionless as usual.

The soothing tune of guitar echoed in the air as the hall wasn't completely occupied, the audience being small. And with it, a young man dressed in black settled by the mike at the side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a very good evening to you all. This programme aims at painting the different shades of pain through music and visuals. We hope you connect with this and feel the melancholy. It's not just happiness that has to be celebrated, grief can be too. And when grief is a constant companion as compared to happiness, why not give it a celebration and acknowledgement? Come let's delve into this programme and celebration of grief" Ranbir's voice seemed louder in the silence.

Prachi as usual did not show any reaction though she felt something tug at her heart a bit. If only she knew, what would affect her today!

With the introduction of the programme done, he picked up his guitar and hummed a soothing tune even as the screen behind came to life.

Mujhe aasmaati hain teri kami
Meri har kami ko hain tu laazmi
Junoon hain mera banu main tere kaabil
Tere bina guzaara ae dil hain mushkil

"It broke her, his absence from her life. He led her on to blooms of roses and then left her waning in his wait till she ultimately fell like the autumn leaf. He filled her emptiness, left her braving her scars for him, just for him. And when she ultimately succeeded, he broke her down by never returning!"

Yeh ruh bhi meri
Yeh jism bhi mera
Utna mera nahi
Jitna hua tera
Tune diya hain jo
Woh dard hi sahi
Tujhse mila hain toh enaam hain mera
Mera aasman dhundhe teri zameen
Meri har kami ko hain tu laazmi

"She gave herself entirely to him. Her soul, her scars in entirety. With the faith he'll take her with him, to a world of togetherness till eternity. But he left her in the midst, gifting her a lifetime of misery, much more than what she had before him coming. The hope in her yet survived the shatter of her soul. While she lay waiting and waiting, for the land she is synonymous to meet his sky"

Tere bina guzaara
Ae dil hain mushkil...
Hmm..hmm...hmmm...

The room reverberated with loud claps even as his words, the song and the visuals behind truly set in melancholy in the hearts of all, the celebration of grief setting in even as their hearts felt the grief of heartbreak of another being. But nothing shifted in her, she was still the same. Just the same.
Ranbir sighed. This hadn't affected her so he had to go in for the next scenario.

The curtains drew at that moment and then reopened after 5 mins.

The setting this time was a bit different. This time there was an man seated at his chair, a young girl sitting by his feet, both looking at each other with affection.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're now heading to the next shade of grief. The first one as you all understood is one of heartbreak. Let's now witness the next shade of grief" he said and the symphony began.

Gudiya raani
Betiyan raani
Pariyon ki nagri me ek din
Raajkuwarji aayenge
Mehlo me le jayenge

"Holding her in his arms for the very first time, he felt the nothing could be more precious than it. Her small face, her small hands, her twinkling eyes - love shone brightly in his eyes at the bundle of joy which was his blood!"

Swallowing his own tears, he spoke and through the corner of his eyes saw Prachi, only to see..........

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Pratyusha