TIME~between Life and Death [Completed]✓

TIME UP

🌧️BARSHA🌧️
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'Thank you'

I heard that. But now I am feeling tooo tooo tooo much shy to open my eyes. I know my cheeks are already red like a tomato. Ohhgaawd. !! [Isse achha thank you nehi bolta yaarr!!!] Uufff!!! Ab kya?? Kya bolu?? What should I reply??? Should I smile? Or keep a poker face? Should I look at him? No no. Just leave. But if I leave now, it'll be sooo awkward.
[Sakti do Bhagwaan!]

Barsha? All of my senses jumped in shock and I looked at him.
wow. Rays of the setting Sun were making his face golden. His eyes were looking more brown amd shiny. Every inch of his face is perfect. Forehead, eyebrows, eyelashes, nose, cheeks,lips, jaw *HMPH*
God created him with his own hands with lots of love and care.
Barsha? This time he raised his voice a bit to rearrange my senses.
Yes..!!
Are we good? I mean, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Stop him. Someone please stop him. Shhit, I liked Angry Raval. This version of Darshan is making my heart unusually unstable.
Naa, no. Not at all.. no.nope. I mumbled as it I am stammering. And then he smiled. That twinkle smile. Took every piece of my heart. It was beautiful. His smile seems much beautiful because of the setting sun and mild cool breeze. Someone please stop this time.
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✍️AUTHOR'S VIEW✍️
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After spending the entire evening with Kunal, Mehak was about to leave his place. Before leaving, her eyes got stuck at a picture. There were few photo frames on a side wall shelf, that picture was also there. Photograph of three people, Kunal was smiling standing in the middle.

This picture....um.. who are they? She asked looking at Kunal, who was drinking water.
While wiping the water from his face he replied, ohh, they are my college friends. Thats Jiya (pointing towards a bubbly face) , and this one is Barsha (a girl with a gentle smile).
We clicked this picture on our Last day of college. A nostalgic smile and aura blew over his face.
Oh.. Barsha! I see. I think I know her. Mehak replied.

K~Really? How?
M~ that's not the point, one of my friend once told me about her. I just know that she is dating her boss.
Kunal got surprised. He raised his eyebrows to her.
I don't know that much, I just heard it.
Wait.. I am forgetting her Boss's name.. ummm. What is it.....mmm...
Kunal remembered Darshan. That day, at the Mart.
Darshan Raval he uttered his name. Anger, sadness, regret and frustration piled up over his heart. Although he knew that Barsha doesn't like him, still.... Oh god. Why are we talking about them. Let her date whoever she wants. Mehak tried to land his focus on her. She did what she wanted. She knew that this little rumor will enough to made him angry so that she can win his heart. Can you drop me home? Please? Using her naive face, she asked. As a gentleman, Kunal nodded and agreed to drop her home.
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🌧️BARSHA🌧️
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[At night]
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I just can't forget that he kissed me. Oh god. So basically, it's my first ever kiss. Since I came back home, I am continuously biting my nails amd smiling like an Idiot. Rishab is sleeping. Thank God he is sleeping, or else he might think that his Missy had gone crazy. I sat near his head, looking at the outside.  City lights looking beautiful today for some reason. After ages we had some beauutiful time. Rishab was happy too. Siddharth gave him a bag full of chocolates. I got lost while looking at the outside.....
Then Rishab got up. Twitching his eyes and rubbing it with his little hands.
What's up buddy? Why did you wake up?
He didn't say anything, he hid his face on my lap.
Arey, kya hua?  I felt something is bothering him. I cupped his face in my palm and looked at him.
He is crying. Blinking his eyes but not making any sound.
Baby!! What happened?? Are you hurt?? Why are you crying?? Tell me!!!
His lower lip started puffing up. He was about to cry but, he didn't. He wiped his own tears.
What happened baby?? Kisine kuchh kaha kya? Missy ko nehi bataoge?? I just can't see him crying. I can die for him just to make sure he is happy.
I miss mum ,, and dad. His nose became red. This little boy is trying so hard not to cry. Wow. Mentally, he is not little. Much more mature. His voice became cracky.
I dragged him into my lap. Wiped his tears from his cheeks.
I miss them too baby. But, you know, they are always with us. In here I took his hand and pressed on his chest.
Here...they are always here. He looked at me and asked, really? How?
Ummmm... whenever you do something good , whenever something or somebody makes you feel safe and happy, that means they are here with you. That means they love you. Even if they are not infront of us, but they are always here to protect you. Okay? I kissed him. Hugged him tightly. All those words I said to myself also. I miss them. A lot.