Secrets of Bollywood lie everywhere. Stories that didn't quite make the cut for a book. Short stories, stories I wrote while half asleep and stories that break barriers I couldn't before. The place where my new writing styles lies and where I write...
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Cast:
Harshdarvhan Rane Mawra Hocane.
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Through her long lashes, she watched his lean figure in the rain. He softly smiled although the smile didn't reach his brown eyes. As soon as she let the first tear drop, that facade also dropped.
He leaned closer, wiping the tear away with a frown. The tear drop falls to the ground mixing along with the puddles on the floor. Every second or so the droplets fell to the floor, soaking their ankles along with the pavement.
"I'm not meant to be here," she softly said, her words barely being heard by him over the rain falling. He leaned closer to her, softly holding her arm after seeing her shivering figure huddling under the rain.
He moved closer to her, dropping his arm to her hand and leading her towards a vehicle. She moved into the passenger seat, still shivering yet watching him as her skin turned blue. Next to her, he sits down, ignoring the fact he was shivering as well just to look at her.
"I shouldn't be here." Her blue lips let that sound fall on his ears. Harshvardhan felt a slight pang at her words but he knew that it was coming. She broked their eyes contact to look outside to the falling raindrops.
"I know," he spoke softly, letting his eyes look at Mawra again. Despite knowing her for so long, he thought he'll never see her again, not after that incident. The fact she's sitting next to him never seemed to have shock him that much.
"They still don't want us to get married," Mawra said, watching the rain fall while trying not to meet his gaze. Finally, Harshvardhan moves his hand under her chin, softly moving it to meet her eyes. Mawra lets her gaze to meet his, letting another tear fall to the car's carpet.
"I can't do this anymore," she spoke softly, letting more tears fall. Her face crumpled then she put her hands over her head.
Harshvardhan never felt so lost for words. All he wanted to say was it'll be okay, they'll be together. That one day, they'll look over today as the day things started to get better. He couldn't bring him to lie to her. All he simply does is kiss her forehead softly as she wipes away the tears.
He never thought he'll loose his lover but yet it was happening and all he could do was watch it happen. Mawra looked to him, her brown eyes now red. Her gaze then fell to her left hand where a ring lay. All she does is attempt rip that ring off, twisting and tugging yet it won't budge.
As if it was a type of jail bracelet - maybe it was. For Mawra it definitely was. He moved closer to her, his breath mingling with Mawra's as he tugged the ring that should have been his to give to her. It moved off and he passed it to Mawra.
With a look of disgust at it, she threw it through the window which she opened. She closed the window quickly afterwards, not wanting the rain to drench them again.
All her parents wanted was a Hindu for a son-in-law. When she brought a Muslim home instead, they lost their minds. Soon after, her engagement was fixed and the marriage to be in a few days.
"Let's run away," Harshvardhan offered, breaking the silence. The barrier was too great and the idea of Mawra being married to someone else broke his heart. The moments he has spent with her, the moments he had made her laugh or smile were the ones he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing.
At first, Mawra responded with shock. She had brought up the idea a few weeks ago but he refused. Today, he had prompt the idea and it was too good to refuse.
Watching his determined face, she nodded. "It's all we have left," she said referring to the lack of options. He let his hand hold hers and smiled at her. She broke into a grin, realizing that just maybe she'll spend the rest of her life with him and will see that grin everyday.
Maybe the future was bright for them.
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It was so hard writing Harshvardhan omg
Anyways how was it? Any feedback? Sorry for the short chapter!
