Under the Stars

Aahana

" We accept the love we think we deserve. "
-Movie
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A sweet voice rang in Mohit's ears. It was feeble, yet close to him. Felt more like a dream. The voice seemed very familiar, very close, yet he couldn't tell whose it was.

"Mohit....mohit please wake up," the voice whispered, as Mohit slowly began to stir.

How long he was senseless, he didn't know. The room he saw with his blurry eyes was dark and unfamiliar. No sound could be heard anywhere, except for the heavy breathing of the person sitting close to him.

He tried to pull himself up, but with the throbbing pain at the back of his head, he just couldn't.

As his eyes gained some more focus, he seemed to recognize the person in front of him.

She was a girl.

For a moment everything around Mohit froze. He couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't cry. It was like escaping the sensation of how to feel.

In front of him was his dream.

That same girl who made him cross cities, drove him almost insane, left him with pieces of herself in a letter. The girl who he had been in love with for years.

The girl of his dreams.

Aahana...

She was right there in front of him, dressed in black top and jeans. Strands of fuzzy brown hair fell over her face, with her jet black eyes intently studying him.

Mohit never felt a dream could be more real. Just when he had lost all hopes of finding her, here she was standing right in font of him.

"Aahana?" he called out, with his hand reaching for hers. Aahana clasped his hand tightly, tears finding their way out of her eyes.

"It feels like one eternity, Mohit. So long I've waited for you. So long."

Mohit with his head propped up against the wall, sighed. It was a sigh of relief. But, still there were a few questions needed to be answered.

"If Rishav's dead, who are all these people following me?" he asked, with his eyes quickly studying the room.

The room was small, with the smell of kerosene all around. A slight bulb dangling from the ceiling, was the sole light source available. There was another person at the one corner of the room, but Mohit couldn't clearly make out his features.

"Rishav....isn't dead. He survived that accident," Aahana replied, with fresh batch of tears in her eyes.

"H-he forced me to come with him. To become a part of this heinous life. There was nothing I could do. I've failed you, Mohit. I've failed everyone I...." she wept bitterly, unable to speak further.

"It's ok we can still fix all this," said Mohit, really hoping Ajay would come up with some plan. At this point he realized how much he relied on Ajay.

But, their little chat could carry on no further, because there was a third person in the room, with his hawk like eyes piercing them both.

"Darling, are you again playing with our beloved guest?" came the man's voice, as Aahana quickly went over to him.

Mohit vaguely remembered hearing the voice, before blacking out. It was of Rishav's.

"You bastard..." he growled, somehow standing up, veins throbbing in his temple. He lunged forward at Rishav with the intent to kill, but Aahana's in-gut punch soon made him collapse backwards with shock.