Mishbir- love is powerful

Love is Powerful Part 2

Abir was eagerly waiting for her in his room. She came and stood near door. She was nervous. She was there in his room earlier as well but today she was there as his GF. It was completely different feeling altogether.

Mishti, waha kyu khadi ho, andar aao, Abir asked her.

She nodded and went inside.

She never told him but she love his room. So beautiful yet so different. Same like Abir. She always thought his room reflects his personality. Colorful and vibrant. She smiled.

Abir was noticing her and observing her keenly. He was trying to read what was going on her mind that she is smiling.

Yahi soch rahi ho na ke mera room kitna alag hai..he asked looking at her.

She wondered and asked him surprisingly "Abir tumhe hamesha kaise pata chal jata hai mere man me kya chalu hai"

Mishti me tumhari aakho me dekh ke tumhare dil ka haal bata sakta hu..abir said looking straight into her eyes.

Mishti was overwhelmed. She was indeed a luckiest girl in the world.

Abir-Mishti, me tumhe kuch dikhana chahta hu

Kya, mishti asked.

Wohi jo tum adhura chhodke bhag gayi thi us din, Abir said.

Kis din..mishti was surprised now.

Oho kitne sawal puchhti ho, upar chalo saare sawalo ke jawab mil jayenge..abir told her and grabbed her hand and they they both went to upstairs.

Mishti has never seen this part of his room. It was filled with all his photographs and paintings.

PAINTING.

Kahi abir mujhe wo painting to nahi dikhana chahta..she started thinking when abir put his hands on her eyes..

Abir Kya...he did not let her complete her sentence and just asked her to keep quite.

She was breathing heavily as she now realized that he is indeed talking about painting. HER PAINTING MADE BY HIM.

she was not ready for this.

Last time she made excuse and ran away. This time she know its not possible. Somewhere her heart also wanted to see her painting from Abir's eyes.

Aankhe kholo Angry Chorni..Abir asked her in low husky voice.

She opened her eyes. The room was dark now and there were candles and dim lights in the center of that area.

She went there and saw her painting placed there between flowers and balloons.

She was surprised. She was so happy. So overwhelmed. So excited. So touched by his beautiful gesture.

She recalls his words.

Ye painting meri jaroorat hai.

Abir: Ye hai meri jaroorat, meri life..TUM MISHTI. ye tumhari painting hai. Pata hai Mishti jab mene ise banana shuru kiya tha na tab me soch raha tha ke kya banau. Tab Parul maasi ne bola tha aankhe band karo and jo dil me aaye usse banao. Mene aankhe band ki and band aakho se ye tasveer banai. apne dil me basi uss tasveer ko mene painting me utar liya.

Ye Duniya ki sabse khoobsoorat ladki hai. Sabse alag hai. ye wohi hai jisme mujhe apna ghar dikhta hai. Mera future dikhta hai.

Mishti uss din mujhe ye sab galat laga tha..mene isse mitane ki koshish bhi ki thi..lekin kismat ko kuch aur hi manjoor tha, us din shayad wo galat tha lekin iss din isse jyada sahi aur kuch nahi hai. uss din laga tha shayad ye tasveer hamesha mere dil me hi reh jayegi, lekin aaj ye tasveer meri sabse badi sacchai hai. tabme aur aaj me agar kuch nahi badla to wo ye hai ki tab bhi ye tasveer meri jaroorat hai aur aaj bhi.

He took a deep breath paused for few seconds and asked her, Mishti ,Kaisi lagi tumhe meri painting?

Mishti was overwhelmed. She always knew it was her who was in painting, but she never knew he made it with closed eyes. She always wanted to see the painting from his eyes, Tears started rolling from her eyes. She could not able to control her emotions, turned and hugged him.

He was happy seeing her reaction. He made sure to make her feel special.He hugged her back

Waise ye wohi hai jisse tum itna jealous ho rahi thi..Khud se hi..he said with big grin on his face.

She made face and hit his arms. 

Ahh..angry voilent chorni...Abir cheerfully said,

Mishti: Waise abir mujhe bhi tumhe ek baat batani hai. 

he raised his eyebrows asking her what

Mujhe pata tha ke tumne meri painting banayi hai. 

Abir was too shocked on that revelation. This came as a major surprise for him.

Tum Janti thi, kab, kaise, kahan..Mishtiiiii..he was too curious to know this..

Wo uss din..nahi uss raat..tumhare kamre me..she said not finding words.

kis din..aur mere kamre me? his curiosity was increasing.

Tumhare accident se ek raat pehele me tumhare kamre me aayi thi..tab tum nanu se baat kar rahe the..tab mene ye painting dekh li thi..she said without meeting his eyes.

Realization hit him. so it was Mishti that night. That Cindrella shoe was her.

He could not believe that his angry chorni can do such kind of stuff.

Mishtiii..he just manage to say her name.

Aur nahi to kya ek to tum din bhar bas painting wali ke naam ki mala japte rehte the, mere itne baar pucchne ke baad bhi tumne mujhe bataya nahi tha. to me kya karti Abir. Isliye uss raat mujhe aise choro ki tarah tumhare kamre me aana pada tha. she said in one breath.

Abir was speechless. He  was not able to understand wheather he should laugh on her or should be angry on her that she never reciprocated her feelings even tho she know that he loves her.

Abir I am Sorry..mishti said looking at him..

He put his finger on her lips and stopped her.

Sorry bolne ki jaroorat nahi hai mishti. me gussa nahi hu..bas thodasa naraz hu ke itna sab pata hone ke baad bhi tumne apne dil ki baat nahi batayi. He said calmly.

She felt sad. Abir noticed that. he dont like his mishti to be sad.

Accha ye batao tumhe jugnu ke kapde fit kaise hue, bechara uss din bina kapdo me ghum raha tha..He asked and she laughed.

Waise cindrella wo joota jo tum saboot ke taur par chhodke gayi thi na wo aaj bhi hai mere pass. he said looking at her smilingly.

Mishti was surprised and smiled widely.

Their moment got interrupted when Jugnu came there to inform them that everyone are looking out for them to celebrate Dahi handi.

Abir nodded and asked her : Chale Cindrella Chorni.

Mishti blushed hard and just nodded in yes.