Frazzled Rose

|Tʜᴇ Sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ Wᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ Nɪɢʜᴛ|

मैं लुटेया पुटेया जाऊंगा

तेरे इश्क में गोते खाऊंगा

ओह मन्नू मैं तो गया

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I wiped off the tiny drop of tear from the corner of my eyes. With optimism, no one would notice. 

Perhaps, the stars weren't in my favour. 'Sentimental?'

My eyes bulged out. Flipping my head to the other side, I found Anvesha, grinning ear to ear. 

Has god gifted her with four eyes, how do they manage to reach everywhere? 'Nope. Why would I? Just something ran into my eyes.'

'Oh is it? I thought....', my blood pressure dropped immediately, and snapped towards her. 'What?! I don't care about her crying!'

She laughed amusedly. 'Did I say that you are crying due to her? I was saying...that I thought the same.' I looked at her from the corner of my eye, displeased over her statement.

Brushing her off, I turned away from her, and shifted my whole focus to the vidaai ceremony, and my wife...urgh this word, Miss Uncivil crying.

'Well, getting sentimental over your wife's tears is cute, a big green flag. Just saying.', she shrugged her shoulders, and I shut off my lids, vexingly. 'Do you have a tape recorder fit in your throat? Can't you keep silent?'

She shrugged her shoulder, and sticking out my tongue at her, I turned away my gaze. 

My snobbing face immediately straightened with a small smile lingering seeing her papa coming to me. 

'Apne dil ka tukda nahi, poora dil de raha hun Avyaansh. Iska dhyan rakhna. Ise kuch hua na, jeete jee main marr jaunga.', my reflex's active mode switched on, as he joined his hand in front of me.

(I am not giving you my piece of heart, instead I am giving you my heart. Take care of her, else I will die if something happens to her.) 

'Yeh aap kya kar rahe hai? Aap mere bhi papa hai. Aap please haath mat jodiye.', papa smiled hearing my words, and blessed me whole heartedly.

(What are you doing? You are my dad too. Please don't fold your hands.)

Embracing his daughter in his arms, he carried her to the decked up car, and got her comfortable in there, and the next moment I joined her too.

Getting enough of hugs and kisses, the car finally shifted from it's place and her head was stuck out of the window, till they got out of sight. 

Pulling her head back in, she shut off the window, she was still sniffing, and tears refused to suspend. 

Unwillingly, I forwarded her a kerchief, but my eyes turned dark when she shoved my hand away, harshly. 

Gritting my teeth, I stuffed it back into my pocket, caring less, and shifting my focus on the world outside the car, which was way more beautiful than the mood displeasing visual in there.

I looked at her when the jingling sounds of her bangles reached me. She grabbed a few tissues, and I smirked. 

Ab aaya na oont pahad ke neeche.