The Special Day

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"Throw him on bed.... He will soon understand what I want" ordered the man. Bihaan was unlocked now and was thrown on his bed. They left finally.

I was just unable to take a single step towards him. His giggles, taunts, laughs, tears, cries, guilt, love everything was flashing before me. "Bihaan" I managed to utter placing my trembling hands on his head. "I don't understand what's going on with you and why.... But I'm here.... I love you" I weeped caressing his forehead. "I love you too Thapki" my hands were taken aback as soon he murmured, in his unconsciousness of course! I left the room wiping my tears, hiding from everyone, I was finally out of the house.

I didn't had involved police in this matter.... I wanted to consult Bihaan first... I mean what if it becomes more dangerous for him. Ugh. I'm frustrated. I don't remember when I slept that night.

Next morning I was of course full of thoughts. Didn't had received anyone's call. Actually I was irritated... I don't know why the hell everyone was calling me today. I was on my way to my college when my phone was continuously vibrating. I switched it off. Irked. I didn't had even talked to my maa today... I know it's rude... But....

Well I don't know how my scooty stopped in between.... Ugh hell. There's no one to help me even. I saw tires had been pinched nails. The nails were around the whole road, near my scooty. That means.... Someone... Someone had done it purposely. My heart beat increased when someone behind me, grabbed my mouth to shut. I was shocked. My voice had left me and my stammering was higher. The strong grip didn't let me utter anything. "Who are you and what do you want" I groaned struggling with my stammering. But no reply. I didn't had yet saw the face. When he tied my eyes and my mouth. I moaned but no reply. I felt to be thrown in some vehicle. The vehicle started and I felt high chills in me. I was moaning continuously but my hands were tied behind my waist.

The vehicle stopped. My breath was tightened when the grip held me to pull me out the vehicle. The cloth on my mouth was snatched. "Le...Lea..Leave me... What.. do you want..." My stammering was higher when the strong hands were on my mouth. "Shhh" I heard. My eyes were still tied.

He made me walk holding my mouth and my waist. He stopped. Suddenly I felt no one around me. My hands were free now. I threw the cloth. It was dark... I was alone. Gazing around but nothing was visible. I wiped my tears "Who are you" I groaned.

A slight beam of light was in front of me. I stepped towards it. Portrait was carved of a girl with glitters.... Wait... That's me right! I moved towards it when a blast on my head I felt. Some colourful glitters were thrown on me. "Happy birthday" loud surprising chant echoed the whole room. The lights were on now. And I saw someone coming in front of me. Boots. It's Bihaan.

He came near me smiling at me. I was in tears. I found him fine. He lifted his eyebrows to ask me 'what happened'. I nodded 'nothing' wiping my tears. He smiled.

I was happy...Very happy. "So chuk chuk gadi how was it?" He asked. I hugged him placing my head on his shoulder and my arms around his neck. "You scared me" I weeped on his shoulder. I felt the soft grip of his arms around my waist. "I'm sorry" he husked caressing my back. "But no tears today" he ordered separating him. He cupped my face and wiped my tears. "It's your special day" said he. I was glad. There's one more surprise. Lights were on now. It was a hotel's hall room. Everyone was clapping for me.

"You weren't picking up the call.... So here are we" I heard from behind Bihaan. Shraddha Di and Maa came to hug me. "Happy Birthday Princess" said Di. I was glad and expressionless. My Bihaan had given such a beautiful surprise to me!!

Dhruv, Shraddha Di, Maa, Vasu aunty, Uncle, both the Bhabhis .....Everyone was there to make me feel special. "Okay now it's time for cake cutting" Bihaan announced and two waiters came with a big cake. The glowing candles were admiring the beauty of the heart shaped cake.

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