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Mayank and Abhishek were returning to their place, imprisoned in the car along flood of awkwardness and silence, trying to knead an eye lock between them, but the thread was scrumbled up from one side as soon as their unknown intimate moment flashes like an electrified stripe of thunder.
Abhishek literally belongs to the species from whom the social anxieties are hell of scared, the silly can even walk naked on the street being carefree, but for now, that same mard is trying to maintain his rhythms, the warmth of mayank's lips still lingering on the forehead, still keeping him caged in that moment, yet he was not the only one who was still glued there, mayank was already an gone case, not knowing for how many times he had repeated the kiss in his wonderland unknowingly ; was he feeling apologic for the move ? HELL NO, was he apologic for building up the awkwardness ? HEAVEN YES, the weight of an unknown fear of losing up the boundless bond they had between them was settling within him, the only connect which never strained him to get boxed into an corner, the string which attached him to an world he never knew exists,
So at last, abhishek decided to easen up it a bit by taking the favour from 'Naam ki kya gand marega, chup chap gaana sun ', and maybe only that network knows what they want,
🎶इन दिनों, दिल मेरा, मुझसे है कह रहा
तू ख्व़ाब सजा, तू जी ले ज़रा
है तुझे भी इजाज़त, कर ले तू भी मुहब्बत 🎶
The song became that overpass which linked up their hearts, being that one witness of the tender moments they were lived; swiping upon the heavy fog from the atmosphere,
The smile broke through abhishek's face as soon as the vocals gestured was like that chipugum which could fix anything in the world but somehow for now is was like the showering of abstractive soft petals over mayank, too filmy reference for an personality like mayank right !?, but that's what the thing, mayank didn't even realised when did abhishek's charm turned him like this, he tried to pull himself off from the trap, but alas !, his mind and pupils was now towards beautiful face of abhishek, who's eyes were shining even in the darkness of the whinty night, the soft curls shattered around his frontal were looking more like an god gifted crown;this soulful lips, usually socked up in high level of dirty, tharki, very next level talks, but whey they mingled up with the sugary voice of pritam sir's song; mayank was not able to divert his eyes from;
🎶 बेरंग सी है बड़ी ज़िन्दगी कुछ रंग तो भरूँ
मैं अपनी तनहाई के वास्ते अब कुछ तो करूँ
जब मिले थोड़ी फुर्सत, मुझसे कर ले मुहब्बत
है तुझे भी इजाज़त, कर ले तू भी मुहब्बत 🎶
𝑵𝒐, 𝑵𝒐, 𝑵𝒐, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒅𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Mayank pressed his hands on his chest, rubbing their in squares to normalise his high racing vitals, which were multiplying themselves simultaneously with the division of each minute, with a amount of large pounds of force, he turned towards the window deep breaths, closing his eyes for diversion, only to get pulled back by the cause,
"𝘒𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘬 𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘮 ? "
The soft and tender voice of abhishek with his gloomy concerned eyes were doing nothing but just increasing mayank's vulnerability, who only nod in tiny,
