Ishq Risk: Pehla pyaar pehli baar - The Madness of High School Love

CHAPTER 2 🩵

Jate nahi kahi rishte purane
Kisi naye ke aa Jane se
Jaata hu mai to mujhe jaane de
Kyu pareshan hai mere jane se
Toota hai toh jura hai kyu ?
Meri taraf tu mura hai kyu ?
Hak nhi tu yeh kahe ki yaar ab hum na rahe
Ek teri yaari ka hi saato janam hakdar hu mai
Tera yaar hoon mai <3

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I was sitting in the backseat of the car, biting my nails, trying to focus on anything other than the tight knot forming in my stomach. After three years, dii was finally coming home. Three long years, where I had gone from being irritated by her constant teasing to missing every little thing about her. And now, I was about to see her again.

"Yeh kya Myra, nervous toh main hota hoon usually, tum kyu itni tension le rahi ho?"
Papa said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror as we pulled into the airport parking.

I shifted in my seat, trying to relax. "Kuch nahi, Papa. Bas… thoda ajeeb lag raha hai. I mean, hum dii se teen saal baad milne wale hai… pata nahi kitni badal gayi hogi, she'll look different, act different. Sab kuch badal gaya haina."

"Arre, main keh rahi hoon na, sab waisa hi hoga. Jo tha, wohi hai," Ma chimed in from the front seat, her tone as reassuring as ever. "Tu dono behnein ek-do din mein waise hi ladna shuru kar dogi."

I chuckled softly, though it was a weak attempt. Ladna… that was dii and me, always bickering. But now, what if we don’t even know how to start again?

We entered the airport, and the bustle of people, luggage, and announcements filled the air. I felt a sudden wave of excitement and nervousness crash over me all at once. My fingers fidgeted with the strap of my bag as we waited near the arrival gate.

"Abhi tak aayi nahi?" I asked, trying to peek over the heads of people walking out.

"Arre, sabar kar, Myra," Ma smiled. "Flight toh abhi abhi land hui hai."

Papa stood beside me, his eyes scanning the arrivals board. "Bas, kuch hi der ka intezaar aur."

I checked my phone for the hundredth time, no new message. "Itni der kaise lagti hai yaar," I muttered under my breath. The anticipation was unbearable, like time had slowed down just to mess with me.

Then, suddenly, I heard a loud voice, this time. "Mom, Dad, Myra!"

I froze. My heart skipped a beat. There she was—Shivangi di, walking through the sliding glass doors with her suitcase rolling behind her. Her hair was longer, her face slightly different, but the smile—that smile was still the same.

I felt like I couldn't move, as if the ground had suddenly turned to quicksand. "She's really here," I whispered, almost in disbelief.

Three years apart, and here she was, walking towards us like nothing had changed. But everything had.

As Dii stepped through the sliding doors, her eyes landed on Ma and Papa first. I watched as she smiled wide, rushing toward them. For a second, I felt a lump form in my throat—there was my sister, after three years, looking the same but so different.

"Ma!" Dii exclaimed, throwing her arms around Ma, who was already teary-eyed.

"Shivangi, finally tu yaha hai humne tumhe kit na miss kiya aur tu itni lambi ho gayi hai! Aur itni patli bhi!" Ma laughed through her tears, squeezing her tight. "France mein khaana nahi milta kya?"

Dii laughed, pulling back to greet Papa. "Papa!" she said, hugging him next, her smile even wider.

"Bas bas, ab overacting band karo," Papa teased, patting her back. "Humein bhi yaad aa gaya hai kaun ho tum."