YOURS - A Darshan Raval Fanfiction

Escape

I'm listening to 'Tu Hi Tha' - one of my most favorite songs by him. With the emotions and maturity he sang this song is something indescribable. It's a bliss.

Suddenly 'Idiot' flashes on my phone screen indicating an incoming call. My face breaks into a wide smile. It's a video call. I quickly receive and his grinning face appears. He greets me with a 'Hi' on his deep husky voice and a shiver runs down my spine. There's no explanation for this sudden feeling.

I chip Hi in a shivering voice and stutter a bit. "What happened to the monkey face of yours? Why do you look like you'll pass out any moment?", he throws his tantrums at me as questions.

"Actually I was listening to an idiot's song who's highly known throughout the globe without any proper reason. His voice almost made my ears bleed and no comment about the looks!", I snap at him making a disgusted face. Although I feel a rush of happiness inside just by seeing him.

"Idiot?! Given that you're the one to name this I'm positive he must be some really talented, breathtakingly handsome, hot singer", he finishes his self-appreciative never ending sentence and I sigh in exasperation.

"Darsh although I don't want to scare you away but you should know even insects don't like over-confident dumbs. And so there's... there's a lizard on the wall behind you giving you death glares", I manage to say the sentence with a serious face but whisper-shout the last part giving him the vibe.

He couldn't redeem himself from squealing and jumping out of the bed in search of his lifetime enemy. And I break into a hysterical laughter. "Oh My Lord! The look on your face was worth watching. I should've taken a screenshot. Damn!", I say trying to conceal the laughter.

"You..yyou are..", he tries to find proper adjective for me but I cut him off deciding to help him a bit. "Innocent, Beautiful, honest, loyal friend?", I say with a giddy face. "Kamini aurat!", he finishes curtly and I laugh.
"I'm so amused to see your obsession with lizards and I fancy gift you a box of lizards as your next birthday present", I sound very very innocent. He makes a gagging sound making my attempt successful.

"Now tell, how are you? And how was the flight?", he asks, this time with concern and my heart jumps a bit faster. I ignore that and say, "I'm absolutely fine apart from the pain in my ass named Darshan Lizard Lavar". He sighs helplessly, making me grin.
"How was your day? What about your recordings?", I ask him excitedly and he starts telling me.

I feel blessed right now, to be able to listen to him, no matter if just as a  friend. I feel blessed to be the one with whom he can share things without any hesitation and give a share of his happiness & pain. I feel blessed to be able to hear his heart-warming laughter. To be there beside him irritating, fighting, pulling each other's leg. How many can be this much lucky? How many can be there beside the person they love?

I lose myself in his voice ignoring all the previous pain. I find my escape in his deep voice and I dive into it, drowning, slowly.