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up. And take care of Neeru. Don’t leave her alone, all right?’ Khushi said, opening the Bisleri bottle placed on the table.
‘Yes, I will. You don’t worry. By the way, it’s 8.30 now. We should leave Delhi by 9 so that we can reach Faridabad by about 10.15.
We’re already late, you know
na
?’
‘Yeah. But don’t worry, we will manage,’ said Khushi.
‘All right. See ya.’
And finally they left the room and I took a deep breath to relax.
I went and locked the door while Khushi took a last sip of water from the bottle. She noticed me doing that and smiled, then she kept the bottle on the table and my laptop bag on the chair. I stepped between the two beds and sat on the left one. She camein and sat on the right one, just in front of me. We were together, just the two of us. Our smiles described our mood.
That moment seemed to be a beautiful dream. We wanted to feel and live that moment forever. The person with whom I was going to spend the rest of my life was right in front of me. I could look into her beautiful eyes, I could touch her, feel her. The delight of that moment had both of us spellbound. Words were unnecessary. I stared at her for a long time. And when she could not handle my gaze, she looked at the ground, her neck tilting down and strands of her beautiful hair falling in front of her shoulder, covering her right cheek and ear.
And the silence in the room persisted, and there we were, madly in love. Still not believing that, finally, we had seen each other. Still nervous, still wondering what to say.
Gathering her courage, she looked up, into my eyes (which were still focused on her) and moving her hair behind her ear again, she asked, ‘
Safar mein koi takleef to nahi hui
?’
Coming as it did, after more than five minutes of silence, that question sounded hilarious. It reminded us both of the old Bollywood movies in which the heroine would ask her beloved, ‘
Suniye ji, aapke safar mein
…’ and all that. Before she could see my reaction, she understood what a stupid and stereotypical question it was, and we looked at each other and laughed and laughed, falling upon our respective beds. But that question also became an ice breaker and we both relaxed.
‘Ha ha ha ha! Yeah, I mean,
nahi koi takleef nahi hui
,’ I said, getting up.
‘I am so stupid,’ she said, slapping her forehead.
‘Nah, you’re not. You are … beautiful,’ I said calmly, looking into her eyes.
And I don’t know what gave me the courage to raise my right hand towards her, to reach her face. My fingers first touched her cheek, the middle finger first, then the first finger and then all ofthem, helping her hair behind her ear. That human touch was incredible. Feeling my fingers on her face, she closed her eyes and I felt her breathing heavily now. I watched her. Her good-looking face, the lines on her forehead, appearing and vanishing. Her curved eyelashes. Her cute nose. Her soft lips, which I very gently rubbed my thumb on, and she started shaking, her eyes still closed and her hands gripping the bed-sheet very tight. My eyes were the silent observers to this moment we both were in. My mind was hypnotized and fingers were still trying to understand the beautiful face before me. Occasionally, I felt her warm breath breaking on my cold fingers.
My consciousness asked me whether what was happening was real and then it answered itself—I was not dreaming. She was real. She was with me. Deep inside, I felt so satisfied, so blessed that the moment when my angel was in front of me had finally arrived.
We were lost. Lost in each other.
‘Shonimoni,’ I whispered in her ears, silently, getting close to her, very close. She was still breathing heavily and couldn’t say anything. ‘This is a wonderful moment. I can’t believe this. You are with me …’
I moved almost to her bed.
‘Shona!’ she said and grabbed my hand.
In a while, very slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled. She was
‘Yes, I will. You don’t worry. By the way, it’s 8.30 now. We should leave Delhi by 9 so that we can reach Faridabad by about 10.15.
We’re already late, you know
na
?’
‘Yeah. But don’t worry, we will manage,’ said Khushi.
‘All right. See ya.’
And finally they left the room and I took a deep breath to relax.
I went and locked the door while Khushi took a last sip of water from the bottle. She noticed me doing that and smiled, then she kept the bottle on the table and my laptop bag on the chair. I stepped between the two beds and sat on the left one. She camein and sat on the right one, just in front of me. We were together, just the two of us. Our smiles described our mood.
That moment seemed to be a beautiful dream. We wanted to feel and live that moment forever. The person with whom I was going to spend the rest of my life was right in front of me. I could look into her beautiful eyes, I could touch her, feel her. The delight of that moment had both of us spellbound. Words were unnecessary. I stared at her for a long time. And when she could not handle my gaze, she looked at the ground, her neck tilting down and strands of her beautiful hair falling in front of her shoulder, covering her right cheek and ear.
And the silence in the room persisted, and there we were, madly in love. Still not believing that, finally, we had seen each other. Still nervous, still wondering what to say.
Gathering her courage, she looked up, into my eyes (which were still focused on her) and moving her hair behind her ear again, she asked, ‘
Safar mein koi takleef to nahi hui
?’
Coming as it did, after more than five minutes of silence, that question sounded hilarious. It reminded us both of the old Bollywood movies in which the heroine would ask her beloved, ‘
Suniye ji, aapke safar mein
…’ and all that. Before she could see my reaction, she understood what a stupid and stereotypical question it was, and we looked at each other and laughed and laughed, falling upon our respective beds. But that question also became an ice breaker and we both relaxed.
‘Ha ha ha ha! Yeah, I mean,
nahi koi takleef nahi hui
,’ I said, getting up.
‘I am so stupid,’ she said, slapping her forehead.
‘Nah, you’re not. You are … beautiful,’ I said calmly, looking into her eyes.
And I don’t know what gave me the courage to raise my right hand towards her, to reach her face. My fingers first touched her cheek, the middle finger first, then the first finger and then all ofthem, helping her hair behind her ear. That human touch was incredible. Feeling my fingers on her face, she closed her eyes and I felt her breathing heavily now. I watched her. Her good-looking face, the lines on her forehead, appearing and vanishing. Her curved eyelashes. Her cute nose. Her soft lips, which I very gently rubbed my thumb on, and she started shaking, her eyes still closed and her hands gripping the bed-sheet very tight. My eyes were the silent observers to this moment we both were in. My mind was hypnotized and fingers were still trying to understand the beautiful face before me. Occasionally, I felt her warm breath breaking on my cold fingers.
My consciousness asked me whether what was happening was real and then it answered itself—I was not dreaming. She was real. She was with me. Deep inside, I felt so satisfied, so blessed that the moment when my angel was in front of me had finally arrived.
We were lost. Lost in each other.
‘Shonimoni,’ I whispered in her ears, silently, getting close to her, very close. She was still breathing heavily and couldn’t say anything. ‘This is a wonderful moment. I can’t believe this. You are with me …’
I moved almost to her bed.
‘Shona!’ she said and grabbed my hand.
In a while, very slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled. She was
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