An Union.
A Sweet Memory.
An ocean of sweetness.
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Anshul, finds himself observing the meticulousness and the immaculate kindness of Pramegha, who stirs his soul with unexplainable emotions.
Pramegha Desai, resembled the zap of lightning, ente...
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Matunga, Mumbai
"Maalini Maavshi!"
The sweet voice at the door stunned Pramegha.
This Anshul was EVERYWHERE, quite literally.
"Anshul Beta? What are you doing here?"
"Sudha Maavshi was looking for you, Maalini Maavshi, I thought I'll let you know." Anshul smiled sweetly, giving a little cough as Pramegha's mother nodded her head instantly, adjusting her saree before she exited the room.
But neither Pramegha nor Anshul missed the indignant look Maalini threw at the former before she left, frowning at her daughter, indicating something.
"What is this Maavshi business, Mr Anshul?" Pramegha questioned him as her eyes rolled and her eyebrows flit.
"Madam Ji, don't you realise that you have to tell my name to your mother when she was about to question you? Wouldn't that get you into trouble? I just buttered your Aai calling her Maavshi, which is not false either, she is Sudha Maavshi's cousin sister after all! If I wouldn't have done that, you're mother would've dropped a missile over you!" Anshul exclaimed as he plopped on the granite table in front of Pramegha who stood with her jaw dropped.
"I— Thank you for coming to my rescue, Anshul. It might sound weird but you've saved me so much of pain and trauma I just can't-"
"Shush, Prameghaaa. Calm down, it's okay. I get it, I understand." He smiled softly, calming her down instantly. She returned smiled back to him gratefully, her eyes forming tears in the corners.
"Hey hey, Pramu, you're not gonna cry. This is the bare minimum one can do? And aren't you my-, let's keep it to, friend, now?" He shut his eyes awaiting an out burst, but all he could hear was soft sniffles and later giggles, and that made him smile.
"Okay then, get ready, and come fast! Everyone's waiting!"
"Yes, I'll be there." She muttered, lost in his thoughts as he walked out of the room. But what caught Pramegha off guard was the deep, almost impassioned look he passed at her before he exited from the door. And Pramegha's heart, skipped a beat.
What was going on with her? He was giving her his emotions, his time, saving her from her mother's outburst, saving her his honour, and took the blame on himself even though they did not even know each other, and now, he cared for her. She couldn't determine how he did that, he took her breath off, he made her feel valued. And he gave her a nickname, that no one probably did in her life till now. Pramu. Sounded so soothing to her, and she knew, she had lost her heart to him. In a beat.
"Anshul.." She called out to nothingness, smiling madly as her heart thudded, and she proceeded to dress up for the event.
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"Excuse me, can you please stop staring at those STAIRS, Bhai?"
"Huh, what- stairs- no-"
Anshul turned red as he caught her sister, Sanjana glare at him and then roll her eyes as he attempted to save himself, but he knew he had been caught, rather badly.
"Look who is staring now, after taunting me saying that I am staring at my to-be-husband, on the day of my Sagai! And you're staring at stairs, are you in love with a ghost?" Sanjana smacked his arm playfully, giggling as Anshul was rendered speechless. He did not expect that she would catch him so soon, but at least, she didn't know who he was looking forward for.
"Helloo, im not interested in no ghosts, but I'm definitely highly surprised that Ish agreed to marry a ghost like you!" Anshul had to divert the topic, and that was the best comeback he could come with. His sister loved all the names they gave each other playfully, and she just did the same now, smiling impishly.
"Okay okay, Bhaijaan, I won't poke my nose into your business with Pramegha Di!" Sanjana got up and jogged away, looking Aneesh arriving from the other side, and Anshul was shocked beyond anything. He had absolutely no clue how Sanjana found out, but he wouldn't doubt her spying abilities and her proclivity to understand his deepest of emotions. That's how his sister has been ever since he knew of anything.
Watching his sister leave, he sighed as he rested his back against the chair, closing his eyes momentarily. But the clinks of bangles resounded in his ears despite the heavy crowd and noises in the hall, and he opened his eyes instantly, softness looking into the at the view ahead of him.
Pramegha descended the stairs. Dressed in dark green, with oval Pearl chain around her neck above her light green blouse, a few silver toned bangles on either of her wrists, her hair tied into a cascading, loosely knotted braid, her red bindi shimmering against the greens of her outfit, complementing her nude brown lip shade.
His eyes widened, throat running dry as his lips paled, and his skin erupted into goosebumps below his own pista green kurta paired with a light brown pyjama. His heart thudded in his ribs, fighting all the urge to pop out of his chest. His soul fleeted as his body turned warm, a sense of love flushing into every single pore of his form.
"Pramegha..." He couldn't help but take her name, and he closed his eyes instantly, feeling butterflies in his chest, thrill pass through her body. But what he did not expect was her to come closer towards him, sitting beside him in the empty chair as she passed him a fleeting glance, but her eyes spoke a few million words and emotions at once.
"Isn't it surprising how we're complementing each other every single time, though unplanned? We both are so alike, like how the sky is alike to the ocean. It reflects the ocean, and you reflect me." She quipped, pointing at his pistachio coloured Kurta at his chest level. But he sure did hear something else. And the later part of her words stunned him to no extent. Was she...
Isn't it surprising that they're complementing each other in every single aspect? Same choices, same likes and dislikes, and same dressing sense too.
She pointed to his heart, but he felt like she claimed his heart. She pointed at his chest. But all he could translate was how she asked him if she could reside there.
