Screen pacing on an unknown place, showing the surroundings.
A necklace was kept, shining bright, as if shouting it's loneliness, and loving it's prestige.
The necklace was itself so happy, as it got the honored of being a part of someone's precious life.
Will an oblation ever come into renaissance to complete what has left long ago ?
A question decided the fate of existence and of existing. A question remarks the fate of present and of presenting. Also a question finds itself where it was burried.
But what is pre-decided can only be either pre-written or re-written..................
A girl, she was not less than an example of beauty's structure.
Falling hair on her face, was making her even more innocent and beautiful. But it seems, she was enjoying the conspiracy of her hairs, with a beautiful smile on her face.
While his best friend cum unknown lover, was just admiring his girl, he was not at all interested in affects of his on other girls. But his eyes was only glued on his babydoll.
A worker came from behind.
Worker : Preeta mam, aapka kaam kab Tak ho jaayega.
She turned, and was revealed to be Preeta Arora.
Preeta : bas abhi thodi der me ho jaayega, kuch kaam tha.
Worker : nahi mam, shop ki safai karni hai na.
Preeta : ok...aap yeh sab karlijiye, Mera kaam to Ghar par bhi ho jaayega, Mai fir chalti hu. Bye
Worker : ok mam, bye.
Both exchanged a genuine smile, being persons of different positions. After all Preeta Arora, is simply an example of pure modesity.
Preeta turned and her gaze went on her best friend, an extreme handsome man, whose heart is totally hers unknown to both of them.
Preeta observed Karan staring at her with a smile on his face, leaning against wall.
A smile appeared on her face seeing her. Undoubtedly they were best friends, but there was something more than that always, which triggers both of them, but what they bother is theirs friendship.
Preeta aksed Karan what happened by action.
He replied in action, nothing.
Karan pointed on a project which was kept nearby, made with Preeta.
He actioned it as so beautiful.
Preeta smile, and lowered her eyes to it, tucking her hair strands behind her ears.
Karan : (in mind) haye.. Meri babydoll kitni innocent hai, I am really so lucky, Mai uska best friend hu.
A pat on back of preeta bring her out of her world. She turned to see the worker standing there.
Preeta : haanji.
Worker : madam aap gai nahi abhi tak.
Preeta : (slapping her forehead) Mai bhi na, jaa hi Rahi hu bas.
Worker : haa.
Preeta turned and pick her stuffs up.
Worker was seeing her, she thought in mind. Although mid-age, but she understood everything.
Worker : (in mind) pata nahi Kyu hamesha is bacchi ko dekhkar kuch alag sa ehsaas hua hai, jaise iska khubsoorat chehra kuch bhayanak raaz pehchaanta ho, jaise iski masoom aankhein kuch anhoni jaanti ho.
Pata nahi yeh Sach bhi hai ya nahi, par Jo bhi ho, bas sab thik ho.
She left for her work.
Preeta went to Karan.
Preeta : tum yaha kab aaye karan.
Karan : jab tum apni in zulfo (tucking her hairs behind ears) ki masti me khoyi hui thi.
Preeta made a weird face, and laugh.
Preeta : tum aur tumhaari baate Mr. Luthra.
Karan : (flirting) Sab tumhaare liye hi hai babydoll (winks)
Preeta made an annoyed face.
Preeta : ho gai in mahashay ki flirting shuru.
Preeta move ahead and came out of shop. Karan ran behind her.
Karan : are are...sorry babydoll, aise mat jaao.
Preeta stops without turning, she smiles.
Karan : ab hasna band Karo aur chalo.
Preeta hit him.
Preeta : bohot nautanki ho tum, sachme.
Karan laughs.
Karan : beshak tumhaara hi asar hai.
Both laughed and sat in karan's car.
It was a quiet long journey. So Preeta took her book out.
Indeed, a possessor of all whole powers. She in one described as queen of kindness.
He was nonetheless than her.
His character described as fire, on which she is water.
His character comes up as pain, on which she is medicines.
His character shows cruelty, on which she offers generosity.
It faced difficulty as well, problems as well, happiness too.
But a perfect one is who devours the assessment of their's love.
She was his pride, he was always by her side.
She knows him, he explored her.
She loved him, he had died on her.
"A perfect sketch, which defines the idyllic of their devour in whole antiquity."
Some attacks almost killed him, but it was her prayers to protect him. Either God's will, or his wish, they both were always each other's protector.
Not every love stories are "Yours forever", some are "Meet in another life."
Snapping of his fingers brought Preeta in sense, who was lost in her writings.
Karan : o writer madam, hosh me aaiye, aapka ghar aa chuka hai.
She closed her books, and kept her book in her bag.
Preeta : ha...ha ok. Um..tum bhi chalo.
Karan : for what.
Preeta : jagrata karne stupid. Chalo ab.
Karan : (to himself) meri kabhi chali hai iske saamne, Jo Mai bhi hushiyaari Kar Raha hu.
Preeta : kuch kaha tumne.
Karan : nahi.
Preeta : to niklo bhi ab gaadi ke baahar.
Karan sighed and went out of car, while preeta went inside.
Karan also went in her house.
It was common for both of them to visit each other's home, so neither of them ever feels uncomfortable or weird.
Karan sat on sofa in hall. While preeta brings two cup fro both of them. Karan picked one, and preeta also sat beside him.
Preeta : Karan, suno na, mujhe bohot bore ho Raha hai.
Karan : to Mai kya dance karu.
Preeta : (sarcastically) not a bad idea mr.
Karan rolled his eyes. While a smile came on his face
Karan : accha babydoll,tumhe bore ho Raha hai na. (preeta nods) to Kyu na ham romance Kare.
Preeta : Kya (weirdly)
Karan : ha..
Karan fakely acted to leans over her, while she tries to move behind. But her balance out and accidentally with Karan, she falls on sofa, with Karan over her.
Preeta's eyes meets his. Karan's eyes find the way of her heart.
Both were lost in each other's eyes.
An unknown feeling was clearly visible in both's eyes.
Immediately, a thought bring then back in sense, and both got up.
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By Itskhushi2409 : research.