"Pehle pyaar ko bhulate bhulate jab dusri baar pyaar aaega to jodne se jada tod ke jaega!"
Trying to suppress the pull they felt, he made rudeness his facade yet her tears twirling everything inside him. The urge in him to protect her only to ruin h...
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In a room covered in soft hues of baby pink and white, fairy lights shimmered in soft lighting. A bed in the centre was covered with plush cushions surrounded by a canopy of white net flowing drapery. A study table placed in one corner, an open book and a framed family photograph placed on it. Beside which a bookshelf overflowed with her favourite novels, while the adjoining balcony with a pleasant set up, a cozy swing, a coffee table, and her beloved plants.
On the bed lay a girl in a dark pink skirt and white blouse. The sunrays of early morning filtering through the curtains fall on her fair skin. The golden nose pin she wore glinted under the sun's soft rays.
"I love you!" she whispered her voice laced with tenderness. "I love you too!" came the reply from the other end of the call. A smile tucked on her lips. Hugging the phone to her chest she turned closing her eyes, her long curly locks spilling across the bedsheet.
In the stillness of the dawn the faded chirpings of the birds added to the pleasantry as she imagined his presence, his touch lingering on her skin but the reality crept in he wasn't there. He was hundreds of kilometres away, and this phone was her only lifeline to him.
As her thoughts drifted deeper a knock at the door broke the silence. Hastily wiping away her tears, she grabbed her dupatta kept beside and moved toward the door. "Parthvi teri aankh... tu soi nahi na sahi se?" her mother's voice was soft as she took in her puffy eyes.
(Parthvi your eyes... you didn't sleep well, did you?)
Before Parthvi could respond, Sumitra's gaze feel on the open books kept on her study table. "Kitni baar kaha hai tujhse ki samay se so jaya kar, par tu meri kabhi nahi sunti..."
(How many times have I told you to sleep on time, but you never listen...)
"Shh, maa, shant ho jaiye. It's just six in the morning aur hum so gae the samay par!" Parthvi cut her worries in between.
(Shh, Maa, calm down. It's only six in the morning, and I did sleep on time.)
With a soft affection she patted her cheek when a forgotten though hit in "Hey bhagwan! Tere chakkar mein hum to bhul hi gaye Nakul bhaisaab aur unka parivaar kuch dino ke liye aa rahe hain!"
(Oh God! Because of you, I completely forgot, Nakul bhaisaab and his family are coming to stay for a few days!)
"Nakul uncle?" Parthvi's expression shifted as memories and a specific familiar face resurfaced her memory lanes and all she could wonder was "Itne saal baad achanak kyu?"
(Nakul uncle? Why all of a sudden after so many years?)
"Kuch zameen ka mamla hai, isiliye vo or unke bete aarahe the phir Sangeeta aur Rashmi ne bhi jid ki sabse milne ki."
(There's a land dispute, so he and his son were to come but them Sangeeta and Rshmi insisted on meeting everyone.)
Her mother's words faded into the background as Parthvi's thoughts as she zoned out her attention fixed ona certain sentence "Unke bete aarahe."
