Rakshabandhan (one-shot)
“Here she comes…”
His friend nudged him as the girl of his dreams walked in through the door. There was no need for that nudge, really. He lived for every chink of her anklets, every playful dance of her hair strands and the flutter of her thick eyelashes. The room brightened at her very presence and doves began fluttering around, invisible orchestras played the song of his heart and for that moment, only two of them existed. His heart thud-thudded as she walked up to him.
She was gorgeous, he noted, his heart squeezing with the mere pain of knowing that she was not his, that she considered him nothing more than a friend. But he was thankful…At least that way, he got to spend time with her, know her and fall in love with her every time she tossed her mane behind her shoulders.
There was a spark in her eyes and a dimple on her cheeks as she made her way through the crowd.
“Hey!” He waved his hand at her. Still holding one hand behind her back, she waved her hand in greeting sidestepping the students milling out of the classrooms.
Finally, she was in front of him. His friends had long disappeared, hoping to give the two privacy. Hoping that he would at last say the three magic words engraved on his heart.
Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and stray tendrils had escaped the clutch she had imposed on her hair. He resisted the urge to set them free, see them flirting with the wind and lose himself in their depths. Instead, he looked at her face.
Enough was enough. Now was the time. Today was the day he’d tell her. There would be no more stalling, no more of those stupid dreams, no more squeezing of his heart with the mere mention of his name, no more pangs of jealousy and sadness when he saw her with other boys…
“I-”
She grabbed his wrist. Words died in his throat.
Painstakingly, she tied a rakhi around it and standing on tiptoes, she whispered in his ear, “Happy Rakshabandhan Bhaiyya!”
His friend nudged him as the girl of his dreams walked in through the door. There was no need for that nudge, really. He lived for every chink of her anklets, every playful dance of her hair strands and the flutter of her thick eyelashes. The room brightened at her very presence and doves began fluttering around, invisible orchestras played the song of his heart and for that moment, only two of them existed. His heart thud-thudded as she walked up to him.
She was gorgeous, he noted, his heart squeezing with the mere pain of knowing that she was not his, that she considered him nothing more than a friend. But he was thankful…At least that way, he got to spend time with her, know her and fall in love with her every time she tossed her mane behind her shoulders.
There was a spark in her eyes and a dimple on her cheeks as she made her way through the crowd.
“Hey!” He waved his hand at her. Still holding one hand behind her back, she waved her hand in greeting sidestepping the students milling out of the classrooms.
Finally, she was in front of him. His friends had long disappeared, hoping to give the two privacy. Hoping that he would at last say the three magic words engraved on his heart.
Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and stray tendrils had escaped the clutch she had imposed on her hair. He resisted the urge to set them free, see them flirting with the wind and lose himself in their depths. Instead, he looked at her face.
Enough was enough. Now was the time. Today was the day he’d tell her. There would be no more stalling, no more of those stupid dreams, no more squeezing of his heart with the mere mention of his name, no more pangs of jealousy and sadness when he saw her with other boys…
“I-”
She grabbed his wrist. Words died in his throat.
Painstakingly, she tied a rakhi around it and standing on tiptoes, she whispered in his ear, “Happy Rakshabandhan Bhaiyya!”
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