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"Hey, I need you."
No, she didn't say it but he heard it. Across the floor, when he was surrounded by all the girls and just for one second he glanced towards her. In that fleeting moment, she said it with the eyes and he heard it, loud and clear.
Before he could so much as breathe, she turned around to leave. And just then, a girl grabbed his hand in the most suggestive manner. He just looked at the stranger closing in and then at his probably ex-best friend walking away and he made the decision.
In the next few seconds and through a few strides and in front of a lot of people, he's by her side and he's grabbed her hand.
2.
And they are dancing now.
No, it's not the dance that he usually prefers and it's definitely not the position she wants to be seen in. Center of the dance floor, dim lights, slow music and all the other romantic couples lost in each others' arms and eyes. But no, not them.
Sure, he has his one hand wrapped around her waist, the other holding her hand. She touches his shoulder gently and has her head buried in his chest. Refusing to look up...not that he's persuading her to.
"I missed you."
He whispers and she looks up. Sure, the lights are not that bright but he never needed them. He still remembers every inch of her familiar face and he just knows that those tears glittering in her eyes are something he never approved of.
But he isn't too fond of letting go her hand, fitting so perfectly in his'. Or remove his hand from her waist, not the tiniest of waists that he has held before but this one belonged in his arm like no other did. So he just gently puts his forehead on hers' and closes his eyes.
And suddenly, it's the most beautiful dance of their life.
3.
They sit together, feet free of the shoes and legs dangling in the air.
The full moon shines brilliantly, the hint of stars in the polluted Mumbai sky and the stillness of the night. And two friends. They are talking, predictably. Though none of the discussed subjects touched the topic of the separation they shared in the past 6 months, it hardly mattered. They were back and everything was back to normal.
"What are you looking at?"
She catches him looking at her, with a smile playing on his lips; a smile she hasn't quite ever seen on his lips in all the years she had spent with him. The smile still on his lips, he leans towards her and puts his lips on hers'.
It is short, it is sweet and it's very innocent. To hell with the fact that they are legal adults in many countries of the world. But she closes her eyes at this contact and he just feels her pleasantly surprised reaction because his eyes aren't open either. And just as it happened, he broke away.
"Nothing, there was cherry on your lips. And I'm quite fond of cherries."
He points to her lips which are painted by her favorite cherry flavored lip gloss. Unintentionally, a blush creeps to her cheeks but he looks away at his left side while she observes the scene to her right. And just like that, his right hand's little finger intertwines with her left hand's little finger.
Yes, everything is back to normal.
[A/N - Yes! It's so cheesy-ish 😆 First two "steps" were written while listening to "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran and the third one was written while listening to "Lego House", again by Ed Sheeran. I think it's fairly easy to understand. Anyway, kinda like how this turned out to be. A bit of a personal note below, feel free to skip that because it'll be LONG and more of a blabber.
So, TBP writers' have more of less butchered RaHi. But I'm not complaining. I've already said to Shaz that I'm over RaHi. It was good while it lasted. But these fleeting moments aren't enough for me to stick to them anymore. Unless we get a full fledged RaHi track, something which would redeem RaHi, make me love them again - I'm saying goodbye to them. And since RaHi getting a track is next to impossible, I'd rather move on. This OS is more like a closure. I haven't written anything in ages but today I sat down to write it, to finally and officially say goodbye. I do like RaHi, I cherish them and am quite fond of what they were but frankly, now I don't care anymore. Writers/PH/Channel never gave them a chance to be a lead couple, never really did explore their true potential post-TFP, kept messing and screwing them over. I fell for the individuals that they are and what they made each other. I still love Ranveer, he's my first and forever TBP love but aside from the Royal Annihilation of RaHi, the overall TBP track is losing focus and diverting heavily from what it promised. There are so many bloopers and plot holes that I don't have the strength to like TBP anymore. From what I feel, the show is going in a direction which is very much pathetic. Yes, TBP surprises us and I'd be happy if it just wakes up and gives us quality which it always can but honestly, I'm not counting even on that quality. There's so much locked frustration within me over this show which I want to vent out but can't...because it has all simmered down within me and just died. I'm so indifferent to TBP that I frankly and honestly don't care anymore. I will be doing WUs and maybe occasional discussion but doubt that my level of enthusiasm will come back. Maybe, in a few days I'll be going against my these very words and become a fangirl again, you never know so don't bet much on this monologue. But right now, I'd rather do anything than use my energy on TBP. Yeah, all this makes no sense but it was fun to type it all!
CC out! 😎]
"Hey, I need you."
No, she didn't say it but he heard it. Across the floor, when he was surrounded by all the girls and just for one second he glanced towards her. In that fleeting moment, she said it with the eyes and he heard it, loud and clear.
Before he could so much as breathe, she turned around to leave. And just then, a girl grabbed his hand in the most suggestive manner. He just looked at the stranger closing in and then at his probably ex-best friend walking away and he made the decision.
In the next few seconds and through a few strides and in front of a lot of people, he's by her side and he's grabbed her hand.
2.
And they are dancing now.
No, it's not the dance that he usually prefers and it's definitely not the position she wants to be seen in. Center of the dance floor, dim lights, slow music and all the other romantic couples lost in each others' arms and eyes. But no, not them.
Sure, he has his one hand wrapped around her waist, the other holding her hand. She touches his shoulder gently and has her head buried in his chest. Refusing to look up...not that he's persuading her to.
"I missed you."
He whispers and she looks up. Sure, the lights are not that bright but he never needed them. He still remembers every inch of her familiar face and he just knows that those tears glittering in her eyes are something he never approved of.
But he isn't too fond of letting go her hand, fitting so perfectly in his'. Or remove his hand from her waist, not the tiniest of waists that he has held before but this one belonged in his arm like no other did. So he just gently puts his forehead on hers' and closes his eyes.
And suddenly, it's the most beautiful dance of their life.
3.
They sit together, feet free of the shoes and legs dangling in the air.
The full moon shines brilliantly, the hint of stars in the polluted Mumbai sky and the stillness of the night. And two friends. They are talking, predictably. Though none of the discussed subjects touched the topic of the separation they shared in the past 6 months, it hardly mattered. They were back and everything was back to normal.
"What are you looking at?"
She catches him looking at her, with a smile playing on his lips; a smile she hasn't quite ever seen on his lips in all the years she had spent with him. The smile still on his lips, he leans towards her and puts his lips on hers'.
It is short, it is sweet and it's very innocent. To hell with the fact that they are legal adults in many countries of the world. But she closes her eyes at this contact and he just feels her pleasantly surprised reaction because his eyes aren't open either. And just as it happened, he broke away.
"Nothing, there was cherry on your lips. And I'm quite fond of cherries."
He points to her lips which are painted by her favorite cherry flavored lip gloss. Unintentionally, a blush creeps to her cheeks but he looks away at his left side while she observes the scene to her right. And just like that, his right hand's little finger intertwines with her left hand's little finger.
Yes, everything is back to normal.
*~*
[A/N - Yes! It's so cheesy-ish 😆 First two "steps" were written while listening to "Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran and the third one was written while listening to "Lego House", again by Ed Sheeran. I think it's fairly easy to understand. Anyway, kinda like how this turned out to be. A bit of a personal note below, feel free to skip that because it'll be LONG and more of a blabber.
So, TBP writers' have more of less butchered RaHi. But I'm not complaining. I've already said to Shaz that I'm over RaHi. It was good while it lasted. But these fleeting moments aren't enough for me to stick to them anymore. Unless we get a full fledged RaHi track, something which would redeem RaHi, make me love them again - I'm saying goodbye to them. And since RaHi getting a track is next to impossible, I'd rather move on. This OS is more like a closure. I haven't written anything in ages but today I sat down to write it, to finally and officially say goodbye. I do like RaHi, I cherish them and am quite fond of what they were but frankly, now I don't care anymore. Writers/PH/Channel never gave them a chance to be a lead couple, never really did explore their true potential post-TFP, kept messing and screwing them over. I fell for the individuals that they are and what they made each other. I still love Ranveer, he's my first and forever TBP love but aside from the Royal Annihilation of RaHi, the overall TBP track is losing focus and diverting heavily from what it promised. There are so many bloopers and plot holes that I don't have the strength to like TBP anymore. From what I feel, the show is going in a direction which is very much pathetic. Yes, TBP surprises us and I'd be happy if it just wakes up and gives us quality which it always can but honestly, I'm not counting even on that quality. There's so much locked frustration within me over this show which I want to vent out but can't...because it has all simmered down within me and just died. I'm so indifferent to TBP that I frankly and honestly don't care anymore. I will be doing WUs and maybe occasional discussion but doubt that my level of enthusiasm will come back. Maybe, in a few days I'll be going against my these very words and become a fangirl again, you never know so don't bet much on this monologue. But right now, I'd rather do anything than use my energy on TBP. Yeah, all this makes no sense but it was fun to type it all!
CC out! 😎]
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