~ A Heart For A Heart ~

[MysteRy]

Part 1



Koushal slapped him on his left cheek.

 His cheek turned red and it had the print of Koushal’s four finger.

He pushed him so harder that he felled down on the couch.

“Bloody hell, are you insane? How could you take this much big decision? What about me, you’re best friend? Do you know what you mean to me, and you’re going to leave me for that girl. What about your aim? What about the dreams that you wanted to fulfill? Did u forget all this or you want to forget purposely? You know her since two weeks. Step back Anjani. Step back!” said Koushal with anger in his voice.

He got up from the couch, came close to him and said, “You, you know me more than myself. Why don’t you understand I love her and can’t live without her? Since a week you can see how restless I am. I can’t see her I pain. I can die a hundred deaths to see her smiling.”

Anjani hugged Koushal, his best for the last time.

Koushal tried his best to convince him but love does drive people crazy, he didn’t hear his words and took his guitar, his bike key and left the room.

[MysteRy]

Part 2



June 1, 2013 – Saturday (Two weeks ago)

Waqt b tehra hai, (Time has stopped too) Kaise kyu ye hua (how and why it happened) Kaash tu aise aaye (May you just come) Jaise koi dua (like some prayer) Sun raha hai na tu (You are listening right) Kyu ro rai hu me…. (Why I am crying here)

“Anjani, has your dream girl Shreya Ghosal shifted from her porsh bunglow to our 2BHK building? Look at her voice” said Koushal with a wicked smile.

Anjani winked.”Dude, her voice is super awesome. She sings pretty well yaar.

Same like my Shreya.”

Anjani was impatient as he wanted to see the girl who had got such a brilliant voice.

He walked towards balcony to have a glance of her.

There she was, sitting on a Red plastic chair with her legs folded in crossed position.

She was playing with her fingers, moving up and down adjusting it with the song.

She was in red pajama and black top.

 Her hair was tied up.

She looked simple.

Her voice had some kind of magic, magic that could win anyone’s heart.

Anjani started to get butterflies in his stomach.

His fair cheeks turned red like tomato.

He was blushing.

His mouth was wide open as if he was saying ‘Wooooooooooooooooooooooow’ in excitement.

Her beauty was nothing when compared to her voice.

Suddenly, he took out his guitar and played the tune of that song.

She stared at him.

They both had an eye contact for the first time.

They gestured each other with a warm and pleasant smile.

Anjani had fallen for her but like every time he was confused whether it was love or infatuation.

Time passed and they both met each other daily in the balcony.

Now, they had become balcony friends and they kept singing till midnight.