Mr. Kriya's Rey and Miss. Rey's Kriya - Oneshots

He needed her

"Rey, kya kar rahe ho? I almost died!" He mocked her exaggerated claims with rolled eyes. Rey gave Kriya a fright when he popped into their washroom with his camera recording. Their mirror was covered in Kriya's toothpaste and spit. Well, the mirror and her PJs. Kriya swatted him away with a limp toothpaste tube, with little force. 

Kriya didn't understand his obsession. They weren't even good pictures, but he wouldn't stop or delete them when she asked. She could force him if she tried hard enough. She didn't because of this crazy grin he had when he picked up the camera.

"Rey," she whined when he wouldn't stop recording. She didn't know what had gotten into him these days. Whenever he had free time, he'd open his camera and follow her around like paparazzi. 

He said they were making memories that would last a lifetime. 

"A memory of me brushing my teeth to Koi Mil Gaya [Song]?"  

He bobbed his head enthusiastically. It was her turn to roll her eyes.

She didn't understand how much he needed her.

Rey couldn't bear to let Kriya out of his sight. He blamed it on the distance and the time they spent apart. They weren't just separated by ocean and land. Kriya clawed their worlds apart so much so that no one could mention the one's name in the other's presence. Sharon and the gang hid their calls to Kriya from Rey, not wanting to flaunt their relationship in front of his shattered heart. He knew anyway. Well, Rey knew that Swayam and Kriya's contact was going strong. 

He used to envy Swayam and Kriya's friendship because Swayam was always Kriya's confidant, not Rey. But now, he was grateful. Swayam took pity on Rey's plight and shared any update on Kriya's progress. 'She's starting physiotherapy.' 'Kriya is working on a new project.' Those little tidbits kept Rey's heart afloat, or else his worry would've consumed him.  

That and her voice notes. The smartest thing he'd ever done was surprise Kriya with their one-month anniversary. That day was one of the best days of his life. He loved being the reason for her smile. Kriya's "punishment" for forgetting their big celebration was leaving him voice notes every day. Those voice notes held little things like reminders to get up in the morning or meet her on time. Some were filled with "I love you," and others with the silliest rants. Ever since she left, he played them constantly. They were like oxygen, breathing life into him. 

Now that he had her again, he wouldn't settle for those voicenotes. He wanted all of her, all the time, from videos and pictures to hugs and kisses. He wanted everything. 

And he got it. 

He stole moments from their days together. 

He'd rush home to share with her, relishing the opportunity to hear about her day and know everything there was to know. It reminded Kriya of them in college. During exam season, they decided to put their relationship on the down low so they could focus on their studies and the competition. He knew it was the right thing to do, but it put a mental strain on him. There was so much happening those days, like Shivam having lunch at Kriya's, and Rey had to hear about it from everyone else. A part of that was jealousy, an emotion he said Kriya must learn to deal with; the rest of it was yearning. It seemed like everyone, including scum like Shivam, had access to her but him. 

When they were together at parties, he'd loop an arm around her waist and drop a kiss on her shoulder, breathing in her lilac perfume. Then he'd draw her into the dance floor. She'd protest, fearing the worst with her injury. Trust me, he'd say and her hesitation scurried away. They'd do nothing too extravagant but they didn't need fancy lifts and twirls to create magic. That look in their eyes was enough and their love for each other was palpable. They were lost in each other, just swaying to the melody. Every so often, Kriya would try to pull away, unable to handle his constant gaze without bursting into a ball of giddiness. He loved making her blush. Rey would capture her wrist before she went too far and twirled her back into his grasp. He'd then take her hand and place it above his beating heart, reminding Kriya that it belonged to her. She'd then drop a kiss on his forehead, whispering "I love you".

They'd do the same at home. Kriya would visit him during his rehearsals. She wouldn't admit it but she lived vicariously through his dance. And it was really sexy of him too. The way his body glided on the dance floor, usually with an open shift or shirtless - oof. She got flushed just thinking of it. Sometimes, he'd blindfold himself while practicing a routine and she'd sneak in, like their younger days. With every spin, he'd entrap her in his arms and she'd resist kissing him. A phone call would break them out of their reverie, demanding they get back to the real world but they wouldn't relent. When Kriya was on the phone, Rey would wrap himself around her, resting his head on her chin. He teased her mercilessly like that; she'd hush him and swat at him but it would give away too much. It was easier to pretend a pesty little bug was buzzing around her or that she was sick with a deadly cough. She'd get her revenge when Rey was on an important call. She twirled around him, making the stupidest faces trying to get his attention. If that didn't work, she'd tickle him. The minute Rey put the phone down, he'd chase her around the phone, hollering 'Baatcutter!'  before tackling her down on the couch or bed. 

It's not complete but I wanted it to be out there so it is :D