ROYAL HIGHNESS

12. Main Chand Ho

Author's POV,

Few days later,

Sumbhul had to return to Amritsar. Rudr was upset with this because he didn't want her to go back to the hell. He didn't show the inner conflicts on his face but decided to get upset on Ovie since she didn't stop her. Since the day Sumbhul left, Rudr had been acting way too professionally with Ovie. She felt so lonely without her best friend. She also didn't want to send Sumbhul back because she was the only hope to keep her parents together. She missed her sister and on top of that, Rudr wasn't with her like he always was. His behavior was hurting her. She needed someone to rely on. So she started to involve herself in her novels to curb her loneliness that she was feeling. She was reminded of her favorite first reader and the poem that they both worked on together. There was an urge in her that made her want to converse with him and somehow she really ended up texting him.

"Aapne kabhi bataya nahi?" (You never told me?)

"What about?" His reply came instantly.

"Ki aap likhte bhi hai!" (That you write too!)

"Ji nahi. Main nahi likhta." (No. I don't write.)

"Jhooth. Jis speed pe aapne poem likh ke bheji, koi artist hi kar sakta hai." (Lies. The speed at which you wrote and sent the poem, only an artist can do it.)

"Artist nahi hu lekin kabhi kabhi likh leta hu mann mein aya tho." (I'm not an artist but I write sometimes if anything came to my mind.)

"So, it's not your profession."

"Of course not."

"Interesting.... Kya aap share karenge aapke poems mere saath?" (Interesting.... Would you share your poems with me?) She asked with curiosity wanting to read his works. He didn't reply anything to her. She thought that he became uncomfortable by her interference in his personal life and that he wasn't willing to share anything with her. She became sad at this thought because she had became really connected with him. Just when she was about to quit the chat, a message from him showed up. She became so excited and read the text.

"Aur jab pasand ki cheez hi na mile,
Phir chaahe jo marzi mil jaaye,
Kya farq padta hain!

Lekin phir bhi,
Ek shaam aaunga tumhare ghar pe,
Haath mein ek guldasta le kar,
Tumhe kahunga ke chalo mere saath!

Raat ko tanha baitenge,
Kuch baatein karenge,
Kuch shayari sunaunga, Aur main saari raat,
Tumko aise hi dekhta rahunga!
Aur chand chillata rahega!
Main chaand hu, Main chaand hu,
Main chaand hu!!"

"Mere paas words nahi hai. This is magical. Pure bliss. Dard hai pyaar hai..." (I don't have any words. This is magical. Pure bliss. It has pain, it has love....) She texted him back bewildered.

"Paheli baar likha tha yeh wala." (I had written it the first time.)

"Break up likha tha kya?" (Did you ever write about break up?) She sent but the next moment she sent an apology to him thinking that she was interefering in his personal things. "Sorry!"

But surprisingly, he wasn't angry that someone had dared to enquire him and to top it up that she was an unknown person to him.

"Nahi. Koi rishta nahi tha mera!" (No. I hadn't had any relationships!) He texted back.

P. S: relationships for inspiration to write.

"Really? Maan jau main iss baat ko?" (Really? How can I believe this?) She asked him Incredulously.

"Sacch mein. Aise hi likha tha kisiko dekh ke!" (For real. I had just written seeing someone!)

His eyes filled with tears when he sent the text. A memory came to his mind like a flash of lighting in the thunderstorm. A girl was standing holding a rose in her hand and all drenched by the rain. Her golden saree stuck on her body like the second skin.