PRANISH - LAST NIGHT'S DREAM

Morning of the D-day

Song inspiration for this chapter: The Story by Conan Grey (and when I was younger I knew a boy and a boy). Thank you for all the reads so far on previous chapters I genuinely appreciate the support! Let's start then <3

POV: Nishant

Nishaant! Nishanthaa!

The loud bangs on the door pulled me out of my deep slumber and I groaned for two complete rings of my phone before throwing off the blanket aside and walking up to the door.

"Kya hai Pratik? Kya hai tera problem subah subah?"

"well hello good morning to you too!"

I mouthed a silent ch***ya with my lips making sure of that he gets it before letting him enter my room.

I reluctantly took my toothbrush out of my bag of toiletries and went inside the bathroom. It nearly took me 15mins to be done with all my morning necessities and when I came out I saw him sitting quietly on my bed with feet up observing and analyzing every corner of my room by turning his head here and there. Suddenly I felt cautious and eager to know what he thinks of it so I asked bluntly,

"kya dekhe ja raha hai? mere room ko judge karna bandh kar"

"Judge nehi kar raha saale dekh raha hu... it's the first time I got to see the insides of your room after you set it up in last 4days"

"So? how's it? you like it?"

"Yeah.. it's actually looking good achcha sajaya hai tune bro... hotel jaisa nehi lag raha"

I smiled before answering,

"haan maine socha ab kuch dino ke liye yehi humara ghar hai toh thoda apne chill ke hisab se dekh lu..."

"Haan sahi lag raha hai...ab yahan bhi dekhna sab tere hi room mein aake chill karenge BB ke tarah..."

I felt a shift in his eyes and for anyone who don't know Pratik that well would find it absolutely unnoticeable but I know better, I have lived with this boy 24x7 for 6months to know that he meant those last words out of spite.

He was talking like this the other day I spoke to him after he spotted me at the bar with Sriti but what's surprised me was that he looked more upset on the fact that I drank alcohol after promising him not to rather than my ice-breaking encounter with Sriti.

I chose to ignore it and changed the subject saying,

"Ab batayega subah subah kyu uthaya mujhe?"

"Today's the D-day Nishant... aren't you excited? it's the first day of KKK12 bro...soch hum jo stunts TV pe dekhte the itne din woh aj hum khud karenge and that too infront of Rohit Shetty!!!"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Thanks for explaining what I signed up for already!"

Pratik looked a bit irked at my less enthusiastic words.

"saale tu kaisa admi hai Nishant? tujhe aaj bhi sone ki padi hai? we are going to leave for the stunt location in few hours"

It amused me looking at him to see how much us being here at this moment excites him so I dialed down my "dying to go back to bed" mood a few levels only for his sake.

We talked for a few more minutes about the show before he got up and told me he needs to go now for getting ready. I nodded my head in understanding but then he took out a small container and a spoon from his pocket.

Pratik understood the underlying question in my confused gaze before I could voice it out and let out a soft chuckle saying,

"dahi shakkar hai...I did a small prayer kind of thing for today in my room before I came to yours. Mumma gave me a small Ganesha when I was leaving for Cape Town toh socha aj yeh journey shuru karne se pehle thoda blessings mil jayegi"

He brought a spoonful of dahi shakkar in front of my mouth and waited for me to take it. I gulped it down and started reaching out for a tissue to wipe out the spills from the corners of my mouth.

I wanted to say something to Pratik something across the lines of "I'm grateful that I have you here with me" but to make it less showy less emotional less awkward for both of us to feel anything I took him into a hug instead a bit too tight than usual and closed my eyes while I felt his hands pressed onto my back returning my hug and his head nuzzling into my neck.

We stayed in that hug for a couple more seconds before we had to break from that. I looked at Pratik to see him smiling at me and at that moment I felt "this is me this is us we don't have to say any words of assurance to each other to make the other person feel like we're going to be there for each other always".

It took me a few seconds to break away from that thought and realize that his childlike eyes were searching for something in my room.

"Kya dhund raha hai?"

"Wait..yes mil gaya..."

Pratik's eyes were fixated on a miniature figurine of ghungroo that I have always taken with me whenever I have travelled for doing dance shows internationally and for some reason I brought it here in Cape Town too.

I watched him carefully take out the blessed flower of puja and tear out some petals in front of that figurine and keeping the rest of it in his pocket.He turned towards me saying "tera bhagwan dhoond raha tha...yehi hai na?"

I looked at him and a silent promise crept in my heart "I am going to fight the world if I have to in order to protect this boy".

Author's Note:

Hi All. Yeah I know it's been long since you have heard from me sorry sorry and extremely sorry for that. It has been a bit difficult and hectic managing work life in the last couple of weeks to try and find time for writing any updates. I honestly don't know if the schedule is going to be better or worse but I hope that I could manage some time to get back here. Thanks for sticking by! Happy Reading!! Tell me all about how you find this chapter in the comments...looking forward to your feedbacks! Love ya xoxo <3