unwind with - Tere Liye by
Atif Aslam, Shreya Ghoshal
I did not know what kind of route was my life constricting cause the dimensions of my viability was loosening up with insurmountable speed.
This was not something actually planned by me, my goal was coming here was utterly extraneous and truly vicious but somewhere I suddenly wanted blurry remembrance of my own plans.
I still did not calculate that why on earth I located myself beside Aaravi when there were enough seats available.
Was my action somewhere direct towards her dejected look?
Mistakenly I perceived her teary as well as visible shaken self when she left from Radhika Kakisa's room.
It was millisecond glance of her but beholding her brown orbs dwelled in pain , something agitated in me.
Did my life formulation suddenly start to crumble?
More specifically should I allow that?Her sudden closeness, her carefree attitude, her harmless orders, her stupid demand making my sense to go on haywire.
I used to and I still despised the loudness from my soul that sometimes my control disorganized and I was some seconds away to empty every single bullet in someone's body.
But why my hate instantaneously and specifically refashioned quietude in my frozen soul whenever her bouncy voice echoed in air around me.I should not captivated by someone whom I rejected because somewhere her brown eyes which inundated in innocence and purity made myself to fabricate prohibition to not let her foot smear in bloodshed and cruel world of myself.
I was so determined that I will refuse her existence even her presence was around me.
But her fragrance started to replenishing slowly void of something which I never recognized until and unless that feeling start to overpower my everything.
I never ever glanced at someone who is not profitable to me but Aaravi's mere attendance even in conversation making me crave for her.
In crowd of unwanted people, I wanted to remain in Her Intoxication.
She was compelling me to do the things, she was intimidating me to acknowledge myself which I forbidden myself to even acquiescence.
Was I doing wrong to feel something for her?
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