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"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fight for their fate, I simply...
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A P.S note- normal italics like this symbolise the character's conscience talking/taunting.(Cause that's what author's conscience does always ! )
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*Nishtha's POV*:-
The vibration of my alarm clock ringing made me open my droopy eyes, I fished my hand over the table where I had kept the phone and first checked the time.
It was 5:30, freak ! I overslept, the dev-jaaga was at 6 and I still had to take a bath. I instantly sat up and decided to overgo what I had to do first when the strong smell of laung hit me and I noticed the condition of the room.
It was a little foggy, there was an extinguished dhoop kept on the floor and pieces of laung beside it. A little ash scattered on the floor beside the dhoop.
And the shocker was- Ranvijay Rajput sleeping on the floor in a very awkward position as his head took the support of the side table.
What was he doing with the dhoop ? That too at night ?
Kahin kala jadoo toh nahi kar rahe the mujh par ? (Was he planning to do black magic over me ?)
Even yesterday he was behaving like a weirdo; roaming around me like a lost puppy, looking at me with those adoring gazes. Is he possessed by someone ?
But whatever it was, the room or should I say the floor looked a mess, it was kicking my OCD.
I guess I should first clean it up, as I bent down and picked up the dhoop, I realised that my hands felt unusually sticky. There were sticky and gooey marks on the dhoop where I had held it from.
Keeping the dhoop aside, I touched my fingertips to feel what it exactly was, is it sugar syrup ?
"....And vicks?," I whispered to myself in realisation as I smelled my henna clad hands.
Even the henna had almost turned black, never in my life had I had a henna colour this dark.
Then I looked at the room and Ranvijay once again. The dhoop with laung, the sugar syrup and vicks rubbed on my hands.
Was he ?
Naah, he won't.
There's a chance. Remember his lover boy behaviour yesterday ?
Damn freaking it ! Was the Ranvijay Rajput giving me dhoop and applying sugar syrup and vicks to my hands just to darken the colour of my mehndi ?
On the outside I went still, unnaturally still as if a statue but the inside had become a powerhouse of actions, my heart palpitations increased and my breath hitched in my throat.
