[28]
As the freshers party continued to unfold in a whirlwind of music and laughter, couples swayed and twirled on the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the night. Among them stood Arav and Ritika, observing the lively spectacle with a mixture of admiration and wistfulness.
"Aap mere sath dance nahi karoge Aryaputra?" Ritika's playful inquiry broke the silence, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she extended a hand towards Arav.
[Won't you dance with me?]
"Mai..mujhe pasand nahi hai dance vagera," Arav replied, his tone laced with a hint of reluctance. His gaze remained fixed on the dancers, a subtle barrier separating him from the vivacity of the moment.
["I don't like it."]
Ritika's shoulders slumped slightly, a sigh escaping her lips as she withdrew her hand.
"Kya boring insaan se pyar hua hai mujhe bhi," she muttered under her breath, a trace of disappointment colouring her words.
[I fell for such a boring man."]
Despite the playful jab, a hint of understanding softened Ritika's features as she glanced at Arav. She recognized his discomfort and respected his boundaries, even if it meant sacrificing the chance to dance together.
Just as the tension between Arav and Ritika simmered, Mohit interrupted them.
"Hey Ritika, will you be my dance partner?" Mohit asked ,his hand extended in invitation. Arav's eyebrows furrowed, his gaze narrowing as he watched the interaction unfold.
"Sure," Ritika replied with a smile, accepting Mohit's hand before Arav could react. Together, they made their way towards the dance floor, leaving Arav standing with a mixture of frustration and confusion.
Arav gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched as he watched Mohit and Ritika dance together. Mohit's playful banter and Ritika's giggles only served to intensify Arav's unease, a torrent of emotions swirling within him.
As Arav struggled to comprehend the unfamiliar sensations gripping his heart, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the sight before him. He didn't understand why seeing Ritika with Mohit affected him so deeply, but the feeling gnawed at him nonetheless.
Just then, in a moment of impulsiveness, Arav felt a surge of determination. Without a second thought, he reached out and grabbed Ritika's wrist, pulling her towards him with unexpected force. Ritika stumbled, colliding with Arav's chest, her eyes wide with surprise.
Mohit looked on, puzzled by Arav's sudden intervention, but with a smirk, he gracefully moved away, seeking out other dance partners.
Arav held Ritika close, his heartbeat echoing the chaotic rhythm of the music.
"What was that? Aap to dance nahi karne vale the?" Ritika asked, surprise evident in her voice as she looked at Arav, who had previously declared his disinterest in dancing.
"Shh!" He whispered, placing a finger gently on her lips, sending a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks flushed at the unexpected gesture, and she could feel her heart skipping a beat at his touch.
With the music enveloping them, they began to move in harmony with its rhythm, their bodies swaying in perfect synchrony.
[A/N - Listen "Ek din teri rahon me" song for better experience??]
Arav's gaze softened as he watched Ritika twirl and spin, her movements graceful and fluid. Despite his attempts to deny it, he couldn't help but be drawn to her beauty and grace.
Despite his internal turmoil, Arav refused to acknowledge the truth of his feelings. He was afraid of what it might mean to admit that he was falling for Ritika, and so he buried his emotions deep within his heart, hoping they would fade away.
As the mellifluous melody of the song filled the air, Arav and Ritika were drawn together on the dance floor, their bodies swaying in perfect sync with the music.
Arav gently twirled Ritika, his hand firm yet tender as he guided her graceful movements. With each spin, their eyes met, a silent exchange of longing and affection, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the music.
As the song continued, Arav pulled Ritika close, his arms encircling her from behind, their bodies pressed together in a tender embrace. With each beat of the music, they swayed as one, lost in the moment and lost in each other.
Their feet moved in perfect rhythm, a seamless dance of love and longing. Arav's gaze never wavered from Ritika, his heart laid bare in the intensity of his stare, as they moved across the floor in a silent symphony of desire.
As they danced, he held her close, his touch conveying the feelings he dared not speak aloud, his heart echoing the unspoken words that lingered on his lips.
Arav takes Ritika's hand and leads her into a gentle twirl, his gaze locked on hers as he feels the intensity of her shy yet affectionate demeanour. Ritika's lowered eyes and blushing cheeks only deepen the connection between them.
Arav and Ritika move as one, their steps mirroring the ebb and flow of their emotions. With each movement, they express the depth of their love, their bodies speaking volumes even as their lips remain silent.
As the song came to a gentle halt, applause filled the air, bringing Arav and Ritika back to reality.
Sensing the sudden shift, Arav swiftly distanced himself from Ritika, his heart still racing from their closeness, while Ritika's cheeks remained flushed with the lingering thrill of their dance.
As they stepped down from the stage, the crowd showered them with praise, their performance leaving a lasting impression.
"I didn't know that you can dance so well." Ritika said surprised as they settled down for some food, and Arav simply shrugged, a smile playing on his lips.
After a while, Ritika found herself immersed in the joy of dancing with her friends. However, amidst the revelry, she noticed Arav standing alone in a corner, seemingly lost in his phone. Excusing herself from her friends, she made her way over to him and took a seat beside him.
"Bore ho rahe?" she asked, her concern evident in her voice, and Arav glanced at her, a slight furrow forming on his brow.
["Feeling bored?"(
"Hmmm. Headache ho raha hai," he replied, his fingers gently massaging his temples.
["I am having headache."]
"Accha phir yahan se chalte hain. Mai bhi bore ho Rahi," Ritika suggested, though her words were tinged with a hint of deception.
[Okay, let's leave from here then. I'm getting bored too.]
"But you were enjoying na?" Arav questioned, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
"Nahi..wo to aise hi. I am not enjoying it at all. Chalte hain yahan se," Ritika insisted, her resolve firm.
"Are you sure?" Arav pressed, wanting to ensure her happiness.
"Haan baba," she affirmed with a smile.
"Ok then." Arav acquiesced, and together they made their way outside, leaving the bustling party behind them.
The moon hung low in the midnight sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the deserted road as Arav and Ritika cruised along in his car, the only sound the gentle hum of the engine.
Ritika glanced out the window, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she turned to Arav with a mischievous grin.
"Swami, pata hai meri na ek fantasy hai." She said and Arav glanced at her curiously, raising an eyebrow.
[I have a fantasy.]
"What's that?" He asked.
"I've always wanted to dance in the middle of an empty road at midnight, with no one around to watch," Ritika declared, her voice filled with excitement.
"What? Kuch bhi! Aisi fantasy sirf tumhari hi ho sakti hain." He said, shaking his head.
[Only you can have such fantasy.]
"Oh, come on, Swami! It'll be so much fun, and besides, there's no one around. Please?" Ritika pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout.
"No." He replied sternly.
"Ok then. Meri wish thi aapko kya fark padta hai. And vaise bhi ab aisa chance pata nahi kab mile. But it's ok. It's your car na to aapki marzi chalegi." She said, her voice came in a low whisper.
[Okay then. It was my wish, what difference does it make to you anyway. And anyway, who knows when such a chance will come again. But it's okay. It's your car, so your decision will prevail.]
"Yaar! Ye emotional blackmail karna band karo. Ok mai car rok raha hun. But just for a few minutes, and then we're getting back in the car." Arav said, sighing in defeat.
Ritika's face lit up with excitement as she quickly found the perfect song on her phone. The music filled the car as they pulled over to the side of the road, the empty expanse stretching out before them.
With a mischievous grin, she hit play, and the haunting melody of "Tum Se Hi" filled in the air.
"Please?" Ritika forwarded her hand for Arav, her eyes sparkling with excitement and hope.
Arav sighed, knowing he couldn't resist her infectious enthusiasm. He reluctantly extended his hand, and Ritika's face lit up with delight as she took it in hers.
"You know , my another fantasy was to recreate tumse hi moment with you..filhal barish to ho nahi rahi but still this moment is more better." She said with a grin making him smile.
As they stepped out onto the deserted road, the music enveloped them, wrapping them in its intoxicating embrace. Ritika's movements were fluid and graceful, her feet gliding effortlessly across the pavement as she danced to the rhythm of the song.
Arav watched her, unable to tear his eyes away from her mesmerising performance. Despite his initial reluctance, he found himself drawn into the dance, his movements becoming more confident and sure with each step.
Ritika twirled around him, her laughter ringing out like music in the night air. Arav couldn't help but smile as he followed her lead, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the music.
But as they spun around in each other's arms, their laughter filling the night air, Arav's foot caught on a loose stone, causing him to lose his balance. With a yelp of surprise, he tumbled to the ground, pulling Ritika down with him.
They landed in a heap on the road, their laughter mingling together as they gazed up at the stars above. In that moment, surrounded by darkness and laughter, they felt more alive than ever before.
"Good night, Swami," Ritika said, her voice carrying a softness.
"Good night," Arav replied with a smile and she grinned.
"What?" Arav asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Nothing. Just thinking ki Ritika ka jadoo chal raha hai," Ritika replied, shrugging her shoulders with a grin.
[My magic is doing its work.]
"What?" Arav asked, confused.
"Arre, dekhiye, you agreed to come as my partner, danced with me, mujhe kisi aur ke sath dekhkar you were jealous also.
Phir you fulfilled my wish and again danced with me.
And now I am calling you Swami but instead of getting irritated, aap smile kar ke reply kar rahe," she said with a huge grin spread across her face.
Arav's facade cracked, his confusion giving way to vulnerability.
[Oh, look, you agreed to come as my partner, danced with me, and even showed jealousy when you saw me with someone else. Then you fulfilled my wish and danced with me again. And now I am calling you "Swami" but instead of getting irritated, you are smiling and replying.]
"Wo.. it's nothing like that..I mean mai to bas.." he stuttered, his attempt at explanation faltering under her teasing gaze.
"Arre yaar! Itni mehnat se to khush hui hun mai, at least let it be for some time," Ritika said, her tone fond yet teasing.
[Don't spoil my happiness now.]
"Ritika, why do you love me? I mean, I always reject your feelings every time aur mai hamesha bolta rehta hun ki hamare beech kuch bhi nahi ho sakta, still you want to be with me.
Why?" Arav asked, his vulnerability laid bare as he voiced his inner turmoil.
Ritika's expression softened, her gaze steady as she bared her heart to him.
"See Arav... If I say that I don't expect anything from you then it will be a lie.
I expect you to love me back and I am waiting for that day.
Haan wo alag baat hai ki mai sari zindagi tumhara wait karungi until you choose someone else in your life.
But now I am just enjoying this one-sided love, these small small moments and happiness.
Jaise ki aapne dance kiya aaj mere sath.
" She explained, her joy evident in her voice.
Arav listened, his heart heavy with the weight of her words, his own inner conflict raging like a tempest then she continued,
"I know, that was not a big deal for you.
But for me today you gave me another reason for happiness.
Aur uske baad aapne mera 'tumse hi' moment recreate karne ka sapna bhi pura kiya.
Aapke liye bhale hi wo normal baat hai but mere liye to mera aaj ka din best ho gaya.
And thank you so much for giving me this much happiness," Ritika confessed, her gratitude mingling with the raw honesty of her emotions.
[And after that, you even fulfilled my dream of recreating my "tumse hi" moment. It may be just a normal thing for you, but for me, today became the best day of my life.]
Arav's facade crumbled, his defences shattered by the depth of Ritika's feelings, his own heart laid bare before her.
"Okk then I should go now," Ritika said softly, her resolve unwavering despite the vulnerability in her voice.
"Ohh yeah. Good night," Arav replied.
"Drive safely. And please drop a message when you reach home," Ritika requested, her concern for him a silent plea for understanding.
Arav nodded silently, watching as Ritika disappeared into her home, while he stood there, enveloped in the tender embrace of Ritika's unwavering love, he felt a profound shift within himself.
Her words echoed in his mind, each syllable resonating with a depth of emotion he had never dared to explore.
A torrent of conflicting feelings surged through him - a mixture of awe at the purity of Ritika's affection, and a growing realisation of the depth of his own emotions for her.
For the first time, he allowed himself to acknowledge the longing that had lain dormant within his heart, buried beneath layers of fear and doubt.
As Ritika's words washed over him like a gentle tide, Arav felt a sense of clarity descend upon him, illuminating the path forward with a newfound understanding.
As Ritika entered her room, a radiant smile graced her lips, her heart brimming with joy from the evening's events. With an exuberant energy, she enveloped her sisters in a tight hug, causing them to stumble back in surprise.
"Kya ho gaya?" Siya asked, her eyes wide with curiosity, as Ritika released them and began twirling them around from both hands.
"I am so happy today..aaj Arav ne mere sath dance kiya wo bhi in front of everyone," Ritika exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement and happiness.
"Sachhi??? Tell us in detail," Siya urged eagerly, her excitement matching Ritika's.
"Wait, let me change my dress. Phir aa ke batati hun," Ritika said, her excitement palpable as she moved to her cupboard to change.
In the tranquil hush of the night, Arushi found herself engrossed in the endless scroll of her Instagram feed when a familiar notification caught her attention. Reyansh had messaged her.
"Hey," his message read.
"Hii," she replied, her fingers dancing across the screen as she typed.
"Itni raat tak online ho?" he inquired, his playful tone evident even through text.
[Are you online until this late at night?]
"Aap bhi to hain," she retorted, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she sent her reply.
[You are also.]
"Hmm...I want to ask something," Reyansh texted, his message laced with anticipation.
"Haan?" Arushi responded, her curiosity piqued.
"Actually my sisters asked me to buy dresses for Diwali. I asked them to come with me but they denied and I have no idea of girl's dresses. To kal tum mere sath chal sakti ho?" he requested, his vulnerability shining through his words.
Arushi's heart leaped with excitement at the prospect of spending time with Reyansh outside of their usual interactions. She grinned from ear to ear before typing her response.
"Ok. Ham subah 10 baje chal sakte hain as my parents are going to some relatives house at that time," she suggested, her excitement barely contained.
[We can go by 10 am.]
Reyansh's grin was evident even through the screen as he read her reply.
"Ok then. I will wait for you near your house," he confirmed, his eagerness matching hers.
"Ok. Byy," Arushi typed quickly before rushing to her almirah, her mind buzzing with excitement as she contemplated the perfect outfit for their impromptu shopping trip.
The temple embraced a serene atmosphere, where sunlight danced through intricately carved pillars, casting ethereal patterns on the floor.
Siya, adorned in a simple yellow suit and a flowing Patiala salwar, stood before the divine idol of Maa Durga.
Her hair, still damp from a recent wash, cascaded in soft waves around her, adding to her aura of purity and devotion.
With a reverent hand, Siya lit the diya before the goddess, its flame flickering in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Lost in contemplation, she pondered which hymn to offer, her mind a treasure trove of sacred melodies.
Finally, she settled on the Mahishasur Mardini Stotram, a powerful ode to the divine mother.
"Ayi giri nandini, nandhitha medhini,
Viswa vinodhini nandanuthe,
Girivara vindhya sirodhi nivasini,
Vishnu Vilasini Jishnu nuthe,"
Bhagawathi hey sithi kanda kudumbini,"
But she stopped as the next lines slipped from her mind. She tried to remember but suddenly hear a male's voice continuing the stotram
Yet, as if in response to her silent plea, a familiar male voice joined in seamlessly, continuing the stotram where she had left off.
"Bhoori kudumbini bhoori kruthe,
Jaya Jaya Mahishasura mardini,
Ramya kapardini, shaila Suthe."
Siya's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice, her mind struggling to accept its presence in this sacred space.
As she felt that person standing beside her.
She turned to behold Shashwat standing beside her, his presence as unexpected as it was welcome.
His eyes sparkled with warmth and understanding, a gentle smile playing upon his lips as he gestured for her to continue.
Blushing at his presence, Siya returned her gaze to the divine idol and began to chant the Mahishasur Mardini Stotram.
Her voice, soft yet imbued with fervour, filled the temple with an ethereal melody that seemed to reverberate through the very air itself.
And to her joy, Shashwat joined in, his voice blending seamlessly with hers in perfect harmony.
"Suravara-Varssinni Durdhara-Dharssinni Durmukha-Marssinni Harssa-Rate
Tribhuvana-Possinni Shangkara-Tossinni Kilbissa-Mossinni Ghossa-Rate
Danuja-Nirossinni Diti-Suta-Rossinni Durmada-Shossinni Sindhu-Sute
Jaya Jaya He Mahissaasura-Mardini Ramya-Kapardini Shaila-Sute "
Their voices intertwined like threads of celestial silk, weaving a tapestry of devotion that enveloped the temple in an aura of sanctity and love. The air seemed to hum with the divine energy of their song, filling every corner with the palpable presence of the goddess herself.
As they sang, their hearts beat as one, their souls soaring to new heights of devotion and reverence.
And when they finally completed the stotram, they bowed low before the statue of Maa Durga, their spirits ablaze with gratitude and love for the divine mother who had blessed them with her presence.
As the sacred hymn reached its conclusion, Siya turned towards Shashwat, a gentle smile gracing her lips as Siya extended the thali towards Shashwat, a silent invitation for him to partake in the sacred ritual, their eyes met in a moment of unspoken connection.
He accepted the thali with a reverent gesture, his fingers brushing against hers briefly, igniting a spark of electricity that seemed to course through his veins.
"Tika?" Siya's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she inquired about applying the tilak on his forehead.
He nodded in assent, a slight bend of his head granting her permission. As Siya's delicate ring finger made contact with his forehead, a spark seemed to ignite between them, sending a ripple of electricity coursing through his body as a shy smile played on his lips.
With the ritual complete, they both bowed low before the divine idols once more, their hearts overflowing with gratitude and reverence. The temple seemed to hum with the palpable presence of the divine, their shared devotion binding them together in a sacred bond.
Descending the stairs together, Shashwat followed behind Siya, his thoughts filled with the lingering sensation of her touch. As they walked, she turned to him with a warm smile, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"Arushi ne bataya tha ki you're a devotee of Lord Shiva. But it seems like you hold the same devotion for Maa Durga as well," Siya remarked, her smile warm and genuine.
"Of course! Lord Shiva is incomplete without his Ardhangini. To worship Lord Shiva is to worship Maa Parvati, and to worship Maa Parvati is to worship Lord Shiva," Shashwat replied, his voice tinged with reverence and love.
As they descended the temple stairs, Shashwat followed behind Siya, his gaze fixed upon her with a mixture of admiration and longing. With each step she took, his heart swelled with affection, and he found himself captivated by her every movement.
They reached the base of the temple, Siya's eyes alighted upon the towering bargad tree, its ancient branches reaching skyward in a silent testament to the passage of time. Without hesitation, she began her parikrama, her movements fluid and purposeful as she circled the tree with reverence.
As Siya began her parikrama around the banyan tree, her devotion evident in the revenant grace of her steps, Shashwat couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. Each round she completed filled him with a sense of wonder, as if witnessing a divine dance orchestrated by the gods themselves.
As Siya bowed in reverence after each round, Shashwat's heart swelled with a mixture of admiration and affection. He followed suit, his head bowed in deference, but his eyes remained fixed on her, as if she were the focal point of his devotion.
In that moment, as he followed her with unwavering attention, Shashwat's feelings for Siya blossomed like the flowers adorning the temple courtyard. Her purity of heart and depth of devotion stirred something deep within him, igniting a spark of love that threatened to consume his very being.
With each round of the parikrama, Shashwat found himself drawn closer to Siya, his admiration for her unwavering. As she completed her final bow before the tree, he felt a sense of awe wash over him, as if in the presence of a celestial being.
As they turned to leave, Shashwat's gaze lingered on Siya, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. He longed to express the depth of his feelings, to tell her that she had captured his heart with her unwavering devotion and gentle spirit.
As Siya completed her reverent parikrama around the ancient banyan tree, she felt a deep sense of fulfilment wash over her.
With a tender reverence, she reached for the red cloth she had brought with her, her heart set on completing the final act of devotion - tying it to the bell that hung from the tree's sturdy branches.
Standing on her toes, she stretched her arm upwards, her fingers grazing the cool metal of the bell.
But try as she might, she struggled to tie the cloth securely, her efforts thwarted by the bell's gentle sway.
Frustration began to creep into her heart, mingling with the sense of devotion that had brought her here.
Just as she was about to give up, she felt a presence behind her, a comforting warmth that enveloped her like a protective embrace. She turned, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, to see Shashwat standing close behind her, his hand reaching out to steady the bell.
Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them.
Siya felt her heart flutter at the closeness of his presence, his silent support a balm to her troubled spirit.
With a shy smile, she resumed her task, the red cloth slipping easily into place with Shashwat's help.
"Thank you," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Shashwat simply nodded in response, his smile warm and reassuring, before they both turned to leave the temple grounds behind.
As they strolled together through the temple courtyard, the tranquillity of the surroundings seemed to deepen their connection, prompting Shashwat to initiate a conversation.
"Tum daily aati ho yahan?" he inquired, his voice soft yet filled with genuine curiosity as he walked beside her.
[You come here daily, don't you?]
Siya glanced at him, a small smile gracing her lips at his interest. "Nahi..sirf Sunday ko. Aap?" she responded, returning the question with equal curiosity.
[No, only on Sunday.]
"Mai daily aata hun, before getting ready for school," Shashwat replied, his tone warm and open as he shared a glimpse into his daily routine. Siya nodded in understanding, silently appreciating the dedication he showed to his faith.
[I come here everyday]
As they neared Siya's home, nestled near the temple grounds, she turned to Shashwat with a smile.
"Chalte hain ham," she suggested, indicating their departure.
[I should leave.]
"Bye, Mishti," Shashwat bid farewell once more, his use of the endearing nickname causing a rush of warmth to flood Siya's cheeks. She could feel her heart fluttering in response to his affectionate gesture.
"Bye," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to enter her home. Shashwat watched her go, a fond smile playing on his lips as he admired the subtle blush that adorned her cheeks.
As Siya disappeared from view, Shashwat couldn't help but chuckle at the effect his words had on her. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the temple courtyard, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him.
As Reyansh parked his car outside Arushi's home, he felt a rush of anticipation coursing through him. He reached for his phone and dialed her number, his heart pounding with nervous excitement as he waited for her to pick up.
Arushi, in the midst of putting on her earrings, answered the call with a smile.
"Mai aa gaya hun," Reyansh announced, his voice tinged with excitement.
"Ok, five more minutes," Arushi replied, her own excitement evident in her voice .
With one final glance in the mirror to ensure every detail of her appearance was just right, she grabbed her handbag and made her way towards the door.
As she stepped into the living room, the quietude of the house enveloped her, broken only by the sight of Darsh sitting on the sofa. Arav had gone to visit a friend, and Shashwat was at the library, leaving the house eerily empty.
"Darsh..Mujhe kuch saman chahiye apne liye to I will be back in a few hours," Arushi announced, her voice tinged with excitement as she prepared for her outing.
Darsh looked up, curiosity evident in his eyes as he surveyed Arushi's impeccable appearance.
"Kya chahiye?? Aur itna acche se kyun ready ho??" he inquired, suspicion colouring his tone.
[What do you want to buy? And why are you dressed up like this?]
"Why should I tell you? Chota hai to waisa hi reh," she said, her words laden with irritation evasion as she made her way towards the door and Darsh shrugged his shoulders.
As Arushi approached the car, Reyansh couldn't help but smile at the sight of her.
Her meticulous preparation, a departure from her usual casual demeanor, filled him with a sense of pride.
He knew that he was the reason behind her newfound effort, and it brought him a sense of happiness to see her looking so radiant.
"Heyy," she greeted him with a smile as she reached the car.
"Hello," Reyansh replied warmly, stepping aside to open the passenger side door for her. With a graceful nod of thanks, Arushi settled into her seat, her excitement palpable as she prepared for their outing.
Starting the car, Reyansh glanced at Arushi, taking in her eager expression. As they began their journey, the anticipation in the air was almost tangible, a shared excitement for the adventure that lay ahead.
"To Siya, Divya, and Ritika Didi ne mana kar diya aane ko?" Arushi inquired, her curiosity evident in her voice.
[So, Siya, Divya, and Ritika didi refused to come?]
"Huh? Haan...Siya is not interested in shopping and all, aur Divya ko padhai karni thi. Ritika didi was tired," Reyansh replied, his tone casual as he offered his explanation.
Arushi nodded in understanding, though she couldn't help but stifle a chuckle. She knew Reyansh was lying - Siya loved shopping, and she had mentioned to Arushi that Reyansh had denied her request to join them.
But as she glanced at Reyansh, she couldn't find it in her heart to be upset. In fact, she found herself grateful for his subtle gesture, his willingness to set aside his own plans for the sake of spending time with her.
[A/N- Listen "Ek mai aur ek tu" for better experience .]
As Reyansh switched on the radio, soothing melody of "Ek Main Aur Ek Tu" filled the car, and Reyansh felt a surge of warmth enveloping him. He glanced at Arushi, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her blushing cheeks, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window.
The words seemed to echo the sentiments swirling in Reyansh's mind. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against Arushi's hand, and felt a rush of warmth spreading through him as she shyly withdrew her hand, her cheeks flushed with colour.
The lyrics changed, and Reyansh couldn't help but smile as he observed Arushi, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. He longed to express his feelings for her, but he knew that sometimes, silence spoke louder than words.
The song continued, and Reyansh felt a pang of longing as he watched Arushi, her gaze drifting into the distance. He wished for nothing more than to bridge the gap between them, to erase the distance that separated their hearts.
As Reyansh felt Arushi's hand gently rest atop his own, he turned to look at her, his heart swelling with tenderness at the sight of her shy smile.
She was lost in her own world, her gaze fixed on the passing landscape outside the window, yet her touch spoke volumes, sending a surge of warmth coursing through him.
The lyrics resonated with Arushi's perspective, her thoughts mirroring the sentiments of the song. Reyansh couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance as he listened to the lyrics, each word affirming the depth of their connection and the inevitability of their union.
The lyrics continued, and Reyansh couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at his lips. He knew that their love would withstand the test of time, that one day, they would be inseparable, bound together by the unbreakable bond they shared.
The words echoed in Reyansh's mind, reaffirming his unwavering devotion to Arushi. He intertwined their hands, his touch gentle yet firm, a silent promise of his commitment to their love.
The final words of the song washed over them like a gentle breeze, filling the air with a sense of peace and contentment. In the warmth of their shared embrace, Reyansh and Arushi knew that their love was meant to be a beautiful journey that had only just begun.
As the bike suddenly veered in front of their car, Reyansh's reflexes kicked in, and he applied the brakes with a jerk.
Arushi, caught off guard by the sudden motion, stumbled towards him, her head landing on his shoulder as she instinctively reached out to grab his arm for support.
Closing her eyes tightly, she held onto him, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and adrenaline.
Reyansh's gaze softened as he felt Arushi's weight against him, his concern evident in the way he looked at her.
For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, they communicated more than words ever could.
In the midst of chaos, there was a sense of intimacy between them, a silent understanding that transcended the chaos unfolding around them.
Just then, a knock on the car window shattered their moment, and they quickly broke eye contact. Arushi moved back to her seat, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, while Reyansh rolled down the window to confront the intruder.
"Arre oo ashiqui ke Shah Rukh Khan, ye ashiqi vagera kahin aur jaa ke karna. Sab peeche khade hain," the boy outside teased, earning a glare from Arushi.
[Hey, Shah Rukh Khan from Aashiqui, go and do your love stuff somewhere else. Everyone else is waiting behind.]
"Abbe oye! Chal nikal!!" Arushi retorted, her annoyance evident in her tone.
"Sorry," Reyansh apologised to the boy before rolling up the window and starting the car again. As they resumed their journey, Reyansh couldn't help but question Arushi's reaction.
"Why were you scolding him? Sahi to keh raha tha wo," he remarked, puzzled by her defence.
"Arre, par ashiqui movie me Shah Rukh Khan nahi hai," Arushi replied matter-of-factly, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
[But Shahrukh Khan was not in Ashiqui movie.]
"Sach me nahi hai," she added, and Reyansh couldn't help but smile, shaking his head in disbelief.
[Really.]
Meanwhile, Siya made her way into the living room where Tara was engrossed in the television program, barely glancing up as Siya entered.
"Mummy ham Arushi ke ghar jayen?"Siya's voice was filled with anticipation.
"Ok,"Tara responded with a casual nod, her attention still captured by the TV screen.
Siya turned towards Ritika, who was sprawled lazily on the sofa, her eyes half-closed.
"Ritika Didi, will you drop me there, please?" She requested.
"Yaar, I'm tired," Ritika replied with a weary sigh.
Undeterred, Siya took a step towards the door, determination evident in her movements.
"Okay then, we'll take an auto," she declared, already plotting their journey.
"Wait... coming," Ritika stopped her.
Slowly, she rose from the comfort of the sofa, stretching her tired muscles. With a practised motion, she gathered her hair into a loose bun, her movements betraying her weariness.
Ritika pulled up in front of the Rajvansh residence just as Darsh emerged, his bag slung over his shoulder, his expression determined.
"Aree devar ji, tum kahan chale?" Ritika asked playfully.
[Where are you going?]
"Hey bhabhi, I am going to my coaching as today is extra class."Darsh replied.
"Ohh, to baitho, I will drop you," Ritika offered with a smile.
"Sach me??" Darsh's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Haan, baitho," Ritika affirmed, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, as Darsh eagerly accepted her offer, gratitude evident in his expression.
"Thank you so much, Bhabhi!! You are the best," Darsh exclaimed, his appreciation genuine.
"I know that," Ritika quipped, a playful wink accompanying her words, as Darsh settled in behind her.
"Bye Siya bhabhi," Darsh called out, his excitement palpable, as Ritika revved the engine and they sped off. In his excitement, he forgot to mention that Arushi was not at home.
As Darsh's words echoed in the air, Siya's eyes widened in shock, her mouth falling open in disbelief. Slowly, she regained her composure, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she shyly covered her face with her palms.
With a tentative step, Siya approached the door and pressed the doorbell. Shashwat, the door swinging open, looked at her with surprise etched on his features.
"Tum?" he questioned, his attempt to conceal his happiness evident in his tone.
[You?]
"Aru se milne aaye the," Siya replied, her voice soft yet resolute, as she stepped into the warmth of the house.
[I came to meet Aru.]
"But she is not at home. Usse kaam tha kuch," Shashwat informed her.
"Hein? Par bataya nahi usne," Siya exclaimed, frustration evident in her tone, as she dialed Arushi's number repeatedly, but each attempt went unanswered.
[She didn't informed me.]
"Mar gayi kya?? Kutti!!" she muttered under her breath.
"You can wait for her. Aati hi hogi wo," Shashwat reassured her, his voice calm and composed.
"Where are others?" Siya inquired, her gaze sweeping the empty surroundings, searching for any sign of life.
"No one is at home. If you are uncomfortable, I can drop you home," Shashwat offered, his concern evident in his words.
"Nahi, aisi baat nahi hai. I am comfortable," Siya replied.
Shashwat stood at the door, his mind racing with uncertainty. He pondered whether to close the door, fearing it might make Siya uncomfortable. Sensing his dilemma, Siya observed him closely, understanding the unspoken conflict that weighed on his mind.
"You can close the door," Siya offered, her voice gentle yet reassuring, as she extended her understanding.
"Are you sure?" Shashwat asked, seeking confirmation, his gaze searching her eyes for reassurance.
"I trust you," Siya affirmed, her smile genuine, as she conveyed her confidence in him, causing a flutter in Shashwat's heart.
With a grateful nod, Shashwat closed the door, a smile playing on his lips as he turned to face Siya.
"Please sit," he invited, gesturing towards the sofa, as Siya gracefully took her seat, a sense of warmth enveloping the room as they settled into a comfortable silence.
As Siya and Shashwat sat together in silence, Siya's eyes fell upon a photo on the table. She picked it up, her curiosity piqued, and a chuckle escaped her lips as she looked at the picture. In it, a young boy was wearing a skirt, applying kajal, and sporting two ponytails.
"Who is this?" she asked, her laughter evident in her voice, catching Shashwat's attention as he turned to see what had amused her.
His eyes widened in embarrassment as he recognized the photo. "This is my picture," he admitted, extending his hand to take it back, but Siya moved back, continuing to examine the photo with a smile.
"Yaar haso mat na! I don't know mujhe wo log ladki kyun bana ke rakhe hain isme," Shashwat said, covering his face in embarrassment, his ears turning red as Siya chuckled at his reaction.
[Dude, don't laugh! I don't know why they've made me a girl in this.]
"Bahot pyari hain picture," she said, admiring the innocence captured in the photograph.
After a few moments, Shashwat noticed Siya discreetly tucking the picture into her bag. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he couldn't help but smile at her actions.
"Aise picture churane ki zarurat nahi hai, tum haq se rakh sakti ho," he said with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a hint of fondness as he watched her.
[There's no need to steal such movies; you can keep them with your rights.]
"I..I was not stealing..Wo bas aise hi," Siya stammered, feeling flustered by his sudden attention, quickly placing the picture back on the table.
There was a brief moment of awkward silence between them, but Shashwat decided to break it, wanting to ease the tension that had settled between them.
"I will prepare tea for you. And will you have pakoras with chai?" Shashwat offered.
"Arre iski zarurat nahi hai. I don't need anything. Aap pareshan mat hon," Siya declined politely, not wanting to impose.
"Pareshani ki baat nahi...mai tumhare aane se pehle chai aur pakora banane hi jaa raha tha," Shashwat reassured her.
[No problem...I was just about to make tea and pakoras before you arrived.]
"Ohh...I will also help you then," Siya offered.
"It's all right...I can do this," Shashwat insisted, his determination evident in his refusal to accept help.
"I know you can, but please let me," Siya persisted, her gentle insistence breaking through his defences. Shashwat smiled, nodding his head in acquiescence, as they made their way towards the kitchen.
"Ham kadhai me tel garam kar lete hain," Siya suggested, her voice filled with enthusiasm. Shashwat's mind immediately flashed back to the kitchen fiasco involving her and Akash, a surge of panic coursing through him.
"No no no no!!! I...I mean I will do that.. Please chop potatoes and onions." Shashwat quickly interjected, his words rushed as he redirected the task to Siya, hoping to avoid any mishaps. Siya simply nodded, shrugging her shoulders.
As Siya stood at the kitchen counter, a look of determination on her face, she gripped the knife tightly in her hand, ready to tackle the task of chopping potatoes.
However, as she began to slice into the vegetable, her movements were hesitant and unsteady, the knife wavering as she struggled to find her rhythm.
"Arre aree, you will cut your fingers like this, let me show you," Shashwat offered, stepping closer to her side. .
"See, it's all about the technique," he explained patiently, his voice soft yet reassuring. "You want to keep your fingers tucked in like this, and then you just glide the knife through the potato, nice and steady." He handed the knife to her and she followed his words.
"That's it, it was easy," Shashwat encouraged, a proud smile spreading across his lips as he watched her progress and she grinned and continued the work.
As Siya focused on cutting the potatoes, Shashwat seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation.
"How's the preparation for Diwali going?" he inquired, his voice casual yet filled with genuine interest.
"It's going okay... Today, Reyansh bhaiya went to buy dresses for us.
But he didn't take us with him...unke choice pe hame bilkul bharosa nahi hai.
.wo har baar itne bure colours ke dresses lekar aate hain na!
" Siya rambled, her frustration evident in her voice.
Shashwat listened attentively, his gaze softening as he watched her animated expression.
[Today, Reyansh bhaiya went to buy dresses for us. But he didn't take us with him...I have absolutely no trust in his choices..he always comes back with such bad-colored dresses!]
"Sorry...ham flow flow me kuch jada hi bol jate hain," she admitted sheepishly.
[Sorry...I tend to speak a bit too much in the flow.]
"Mujhe sun na accha lagta hai," Shashwat replied, his words causing a flutter in Siya's heart.
[I love listening you.]
As the conversation lulled into silence once more, it was Shashwat who took the initiative to break it, his voice gentle yet filled with curiosity.
"So what's your colour choice?" he inquired, his tone casual as he searched for a topic to keep the conversation flowing. Siya paused for a moment, contemplating her response.
"Ek nahi hai, there are so many except a few colours jo ki Reyansh bhaiya ko pasand hai," she replied, her lips curling into a slight grimace as she recalled her brother's peculiar preferences. Shashwat chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement.
[There are so many except of some which Reyansh bhaiya likes.]
"Koi ek favourite colour to hoga hi?" he prodded gently, his gaze fixed on her.
[There must be at least one favorite color.
Siya nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Haan, it's blue. And yours?" she inquired, turning the question back to him.
"Koi ek fixed nahi hai, my favourite colour changes every day. Day before yesterday it was lavender," Shashwat responded with a casual shrug, his gaze never leaving hers. Then, with a sudden shift in his expression, he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with hers as he revealed,
"And today it is, yellow."
Siya's gaze flickered down to her outfit, a yellow suit she had chosen to wear that day, and a rush of warmth flooded her cheeks as she realised the implication of his words.
Her heart fluttered in response to his subtle flirtation, but she quickly averted her eyes, pretending to focus on her work to hide her growing blush.
"Jada nahi bolne lage hain aap aaj kal," Siya remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of teasing as she attempted to mask her growing blush.
[You speak too much nowadays.]
"Tum jo mere samne bolna band kar deti ho. To kisi ek ko to bolna hi padega," Shashwat replied, his tone playful yet filled with a hint of sincerity.
[Because you stopped speaking infront of me.]
"Aisa nahi hai... ham bas..." Siya started, her words trailing off as she struggled to articulate her thoughts.
"Ham bas kya?" Shashwat prodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he watched her squirm.
"Ham bas wo..." Siya stammered, her cheeks flushing crimson as she attempted to cover her shy smile.
[I just..]
"Ham bas kya Mishti?" Shashwat pressed on, his gaze unwavering as he awaited her response.
Siya's shyness reached its peak, and she could no longer contain her embarrassment.
[I just what Mishti?]
"Baar baar Mishti bolna band kijiye," she whined, her plea laced with a mixture of annoyance and affection.
[ Stop calling me Mishti.]
"Kyun? Tumhe accha nahi lagta? It's ok, I won't say that again," Shashwat replied with a faux expression of sadness, his tone light and playful as he teased her.
[You don't like it?]
"Nahi... wo baat nahi hai," Siya hurriedly clarified, her cheeks still aflame with embarrassment.
[It's nothing like that.]
"Phir kya baat hai?" Shashwat inquired, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
[Then what is it?]
"Kuch nahi!! Ho gaye pyaz. I should leave the kitchen now. Ankhen jal rahi hain," Siya blurted out in a flustered rush, before hastily retreating from the kitchen, leaving Shashwat chuckling at her flushed state.
As Siya rushed away, her heart still racing from their playful banter, she couldn't help but smile to herself.
She couldn't suppress the grin that tugged at her lips, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment but her heart lighter than before.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of awkward silences and fumbled conversations, she and Shashwat were making progress.
For so long, the silence between them had been a barrier, a tangible wall that seemed insurmountable. But now, with each light-hearted exchange, that barrier was beginning to crumble, paving the way for a deeper connection to blossom between them.
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