"Erm.. I was actually going to apologise for my outburst earlier, before that guy knocked us off" I began awkwardly.
"If we keep recalling every bad memory we had, we would probably spend the rest of my time here apologising to each other." Chandni's voice was full of irony.
Just then her phone buzzed, and she scrunched up her face looking at it.
"How come you have reached here so soon Chacha?" she asked as soon as she answered the call.
I could hear loud giggles and a childish voice on the phone in the silence of our room, even at such a distance.
I was feeling awkward listening to the one-sided phone conversation and tried to get up from the sofa, but she hurried towards the sofa and sat next to me, signalling to me to
Sindhoor is a red vermillion powder that a married hindu woman fills her hair parting with. Mangal Sutra is a black beaded necklace worn by a married woman, which is tied around their neck during the marriage by her husband. If you do no understand any word or reference in this book, please don't hesitate to ask me. Why did Chandni looked at Aryan in such shock when he was blaming Rahul for abandoning her? The way Aryan's blood filled her hair parting during the skirmish triggered a memory for Chandni when a similar thing happened all those years ago. This story is multilayered and you will begin to understand all the events that happened in past and present as you read on. Please comment and vote so I know what your thoughts are.
She'll cry one more time tonight, hoping it's the last and I'll lie beside her, a thousand miles apart shedding the same tears, knowing it's not. -- Leo Christopher Aryan opened his apartment door and dragged his feet inside, quite late in the night. He went straight to shower and let the hot water singe and sear his wound... he really didn't care. This was nothing compared to the deeper and invisible wounds that were inflicted on him all those years ago, which never healed. To say that events of that day drained him emotionally would be an understatement. After Chandni left, he spent an hour just lying on the sofa inhaling the faint perfume and smell she
Chandni didn't realise how long she was on the washroom floor, crying and sobbing, before all her tears dried out. She slowly gathered herself and crept into her bed. She cuddled the soft pillow, but it felt cold and lifeless.Till the day she met Aryan again, she felt nothing but peace with her situation. Her life was placid, well protected and she felt content in her own small world with Vikram, Atharv, Rashid Chacha and Nargis Chachi. Just like before, Aryan stormed into her life, turning it upside down and made her lose control over her life, her surroundings and now more importantly her career too. His words and deeds raked all the deep wounds that she safely kept hidden from everyone, for she knew there was no point in ruing over something that was gone, forever from her life. But his presence back in her life only reiterated the fear she always had, deep down, which she never wanted to acknowl
"I would drop that weapon of yours, if I were you" said a husky voice. Chandni felt a shiver of panic but the thug didn't do much except to immobilise her and that voice suddenly sounded familiar. Chandni's newly acquired defence skills never got a chance to be put into practice as a new wave of sensations hit her. A smell and feel of someone she would recognise even in her sleep. "Chandni, it's just me. Can you please lower your weapon of mass destruction?" Aryan chuckled in her ear from behind. Chandni slowly released her breath that she didn't even realise she was holding back till then, as the tension in her whole body came down gradually. She turned around to face him with her flushed face. "Aryan! You freaked me ou
A Stony silence ensued for a few moments before Chandni exclaimed with a gasp. "Oh my god, look at the time!! I should have been home a long time ago. Gosh!! Atharv.... he must be whinging!!" She hastily pulled out her mobile and called home. "Chachi, it's me. I am so sorry I just got held up here in the office. How is Atharv? Did he finish his dinner? I promised him I will read him a story tonight and forgot all about it. Has he gone to bed already?" Chandni asked a barrage of questions anxiously. Aryan watched in astonishment the change in her demeanour, from a feisty girl ready to give back the best retort to that of a concerned mother, her face full of love for her child. "Oh... Ok. He is already asleep. No, that's absolutely fine. Thanks, Chachi.
There's a thread that connects us, regardless of what separates us, regardless of how intent we are to sever it. -- Leo Christopher Aryan and Chandni slowly walked towards the lift after locking up the office. Chandni made sure she called Nargis Chachi and informed that she would be arriving home later, after finishing dinner and was thankful that Chachi didn't ask too many questions. Chandni felt weird again, going in the empty lift, now with Aryan but the previous awkwardness at least wasn't there. But the lift suddenly felt smaller, warmer as if Aryan was taking up the whole space. Chandni moved to a corner and finally dared to look into Aryan's face. Aryan too was looking at her keenly, and responded sudden
"Chandu, I hope you trust me enough, even after all these years, at least on one thing. I consider marriage a sacred bond. That is why, how much ever my heart longed to see you, I never tried to meet you again, not to disturb your blissful life, as you have finally found someone you could spend the rest of your life with. And I would never ever cross my line when I am with you since you are a married woman, no matter what happened between us, all those years ago." Aryan's words held so much pain and love that Chandni replied in a gush. "I trust you, on that for sure. I swear to god I am being honest with you Aryan! There was a time, when I was too bitter and wallowing in self-pity that I did hate everything that happened between us. But it was only for a short while. But I never thought like that again. My time with you
Chandni and Aryan both looked confusedly at a Mumbai Police Constable, who rapped once again on the window, and rudely signalled to them to get out of the car. Aryan cursed himself for getting lost in his memories and not noticing the time. It has become very customary for the police in these public tourist places to get rid of parked vehicles after late hours, harass the public to pocket some extra money by laying false charges for parking, or even become moral police, by objecting to young people being seen together in public etc. "Chandni, you stay inside, sometimes these guys can be very obnoxious." Aryan opened the car door slowly but Chandni didn't pay heed to his advice and got out of the car from the other end as she looked at the constable defiantly, much to Aryan's exasperation.
ARMY Service HeadQuarters, Mumbai "Are you sure of your facts?" Avinash Thakur's piercing eyes bored in to the face of the person sitting opposite him, even though he was his old friend. The mighty Brigadier of Indian Army may have left active field service to become the Director General of Acquisition and Procurement at DGQA, (Service Headquarters) but his gaze and manners were still as sharp as ever. "You can see for yourself when he comes here later." The person opposite replied casually, his Cigar still in his mouth, even though out of flame. "By the way how and why did you meet him in Goa?" he asked, after a brief pause. Avinash took his time before answering. He asked for his old friend's cigar but got r