The 'Un' Attached String

Chapter - 22

Maahir knocked at Bela's bedroom's door and without looking at the door, she said, "Mamma jaldi aao yaar peechle aadhe ghante se main saree pehenne ki koshish kar rahi hu youtube dekh kar lekin vo to hua hi nehi lekin abhi ye dori bhi nehi bandh rahi hai mujhse. Jaldi aakar meri help karo mamma." Maahir opened the door but his feet jammed at the doorstep when his eyes fall on Bela as she was trying to tie the thread of her blouse. He slowly walked towards Bela as she was still struggling with the thread while exposing her bare back and waist and while continuing staring at her he was going to fall by hitting his toe on the corner foot of the bed but he somehow controlled himself. He silently stood behind her while Bela still not noticing him and slowly lifted up his hand and softly held the thread but while doing so, his fingers touched Bela's fingers and her back and Bela who was totally concentrated on her blouse slowly lifted her eyes as she identified the touch and why not as it was the same touch which used to give her chills and made her shiver and Bela could easily feel that she was still having the same feeling and Maahir's touch was having the same chills. She closed her eyes the moment Maahir's finger touched her back and slowly opened them and lifted them towards the mirror, her eyes fall on Maahir and he too looked at her reflection. Bela suddenly became very conscious and turned towards him with a jerk and asked, "Tum kya kar rahe ho yaha par?" Maahir replied, "Vo saasumom aur ghar ki baaki ladies puja ke kaam mein busy hai so... saasumom ne mujhe bola hai ke tumhaari madat karne ke liye." Bela asked, "And... how're you going to help me?" He showed his phone and said, "Youtube!" She replied, "Vo to main bhi tabse koshish kar rahi hu." He put on a youtube video and replied, "Khud ke aur kisi aur ke karne mein fark hota hai." Maahir handed her the mobile and she held it high enough for him to see the video to tie the saree. He slowly picked up the saree and looked at her face properly as after a long time, he had seen her in a complete Indian makeover wearing earings, bracelets and a bindi and she was looking just like the old beautiful Bela when she used to wear Indian attire.

Tere bin ye saare mausam, berang the bemaza the

Shaamil nehi thi tu jinme, vo saare pal bewajah the

He tied one loose end of the saree around Bela's waist and while doing so, he came closer to her, so close that both could feel the warmth of each other's bodies. Both Maahir's and Bela's face were facing each other and they were too close to avoid each other.

Tere bin ye saare mausam, berang the bemaza the

Shaamil nehi thi tu jinme, vo saare pal bewajah the

Both tried hard to resist the closeness but like that of a victim of hypnotism, Maahir's hand raised and caressed Bela's face, as if he himself didn't want to get out of that hypnotism and once he kept his hand on her cheek, she closed her eyes and too didn't want that moment to end and wanted to lost in that moment. They were so close both could feel each other's breath.

Vo zindagi hai hi nehi

Jo main tere bina jee liya

Maahir held Bela's waist and pulled her more closer and looked deeply into her eyes, those eyes who always made him fall in love with her and those eyes which were always filled with love for him. He slowly kissed on her cheek and tear fell down from her eyes.

Dil mein ho tum aakhon mein tum

Pehli nazar se hi yaara

Ooo... ye ishq ki hai saazishein

Lo aa miley hum tumhaara

Maahir slowly caressed her face with both her hands and wiped away her tears and proceeded to kiss her as if he had no control over that and Bela too didn't have the control to stop him nor did she want to stop him.