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|| Main Adhoora Jee Raha Hoon... ||

Andheron Se Tha Mera Rishta Bada.
Tune Hi Ujaalon Se Waaqif Kiya.

He opened his eyes at the sound of the alarm, as had been his routine for the last 2 months. His hands fumbling for the button to stop the noise which had ruined his beautiful dream yet again.

Ab Lauta Main Hoon In Andheron Main Phir
Toh Paaya Hai Khud Ko Beghaana Yahaan

Ever since she had left, his dreams had pretty much the same. But reality was something else. He hadn't been able to stop her at the airport as he had planned. He just didn't have the courage. He just let his heart break into a million pieces as he watched her leave & get on that plane.

She had turned around, perhaps looking for him, expecting him to be there to stop her, just as he did the last time. But he had hid out of her sight. He just couldn't let her see him this time. He had to be the bad guy.

Tanhaayi Bhi Mujhse Khafaa Hogayi
Banjaron Ne Bhi Tukraadiya.

He had desperately wanted to hold her in his arms, like he did in the dreams since she left. To swing her around in his arms as her laughter filled his ears.

But it was merely a dream.

One that had no bearing on his reality.

"Abeer!?" His aunt's voice shrieked from outside his bedroom door as he slowly sat up in his bed, wiping his eyes of the tears that had fallen, unbeknownst to him. "Abeer! Come on! Neha will be here any minute! It's the Sangeet today & we have so much to do!" She called as he swung his legs off the bed, onto the cold floor.
"I'm coming Maami!" He cleared his throat. His act was beginning early this morning. "You go downstairs. I'm on my way" he called back & she shrieked an affirmative before leaving him to it.

He sighed, running his hands over his face before getting up off the bed to make his way over to his desk that was right next to the window. He pulled open the draw & took out his sunglasses. Right beside them, was a photograph he had framed. A soft smile appearing on his lips as took out the photo & he ran his fingers over her face.

"Abeer ki nazron se dekho toh Mishti bohat sundhar dikhti hai."

He closed his eyes to imagine her standing in front of him, wearing a pink sari, her glasses slipping as he pushed them slightly onto the bridge of her nose before enveloping her in his arms.

Main Adhoora Jee Raha Hoon
Khud Par Ik Sazaa Hoon
Mujhe Teri Zaroorat Hai...

"Bhai!" A voice called, snapping him out of his thoughts as he stuffed the photograph back into the drawer, shoving his glasses on quickly.
"Coming Ketu!" He called. "Let me wash up!"
"Bhabs is asking where you are"
"Tell her I'll be there in a few minutes!"
"Okay! Don't be long. Or else she'll send Kunal Bhai up next!"
"I'm coming!" He chuckled slightly, opening his cupboard door to get his suit out.

He was about to close it again when his eyes fell upon the Rainbow as it did every morning, a smile on his lips followed by tears forming in his eyes once again.

This was a daily occurrence for the past 2 months. For every memory of her that came to his mind with a smile, came tears alongside it.

"Tumhaari Heartbeat Tumhaari Nahin Sunti
Aur Mere Aansun Mere Nahin Sunthe...

Pyaar Aur Ansuon Ki Toh Package Deal Hoti Hai Na?
Jahaan Pyaar Hota Hai, Vahaan Aansun Toh Aa Hi Jaate Hai Na?"

He sighed deeply, closing his cupboard door to put his suit on the bed before he made his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.