Set in the time when Mishti was intrigued by Ajeeb Rajvansh’s mysterious painting wali!
“Abir I -“
“Stay quiet, Angry Chorni.” He darted a quick glance rather a glare at her, enough for her to lower her gaze, witnessing the anger rising within him. “How much more careless can you really be, hmm? Like just tell me today, will you?” And even though he wasn’t practically yelling, his vexed tone gave away the extent to which he was mad at her.
“Abir, I am fi-“
“I said, stay quiet, no?” He shot her another stern glare before shifting his focus back to his work.
His eyes almost instantly softened when she winced after he poured some cold water on her bleeding wrist. He firmed his delicate hold a little, not letting her take her hand back. One glimpse at her eyes closing out of the pain and his anger vanished.
“Aisa bhi kya tha bag me jise tum unhe le jane nahi de sakti thi?” He sighed but at the same time, he was truly willing to know what it was that she couldn’t lose to those thieves who had snatched her bag.
They had daggers.
They had knives.
One of those even had a gun.
No. He didn’t dare to imagine what would have happened had he not reached there in the nick of the time but by then one of them had already slashed the knife across her wrist.
She opened her eyes, only to find him worried sick over her small wound. It was just a small cut. Perhaps, a little deeper but she was alright and she would have assured him the same long ago had he allowed her to speak.
“Actually -” She had just opened her mouth when she heard him cutting her off again and all she could do was, roll her eyes in annoyance.
“You know what, actually… let it be. Was it more important than your life? Wo kuch kar dete tumhe to? Agreed that I call you violent, but they were professionally violent, YOU FOOL. How could you just run after them despite knowing that they could hurt you??” He looked up at her, once he finished cleaning her wound with the antiseptic liquid.
He couldn’t stand the silence that she chose for the next couple of moments and found himself poking her to get some words out of her mouth. “Ab kya hua?”
She held his gaze for a while. “Tum politician ho? D.J. me khadi crowd ho? Khadoos wale Boss ho? Meri baat kyu nahi sun rahe ho?”
He held his hands up in surrender. “Fine. Tell me,” he murmured, draping a clean bandage around her wrist.
“First thing, Abir – I am perfectly alright. -“
“Yeah right!” He rolled his eyes, making no attempt to hide his sarcasm.
“Mujhe bolne doge?” Didn’t he just ask to speak? But he still had to cut her off. This guy was really frustrating at times but she would not be able to deny that she knew that it was his concern that was speaking and it always warmed her heart. He had been there for her, every time she needed someone and he had stayed without even being asked.
He hummed, gesturing her to continue, with a slow blink, assuring her that he would not interrupt.
She got her uninjured hand over his arm. “Trust me, Abir. I am fine. This is just a small cut that will heal in no time. I could not let them take the bag.” Shoving her hand in her bag that was lying beside her on the bench that they were seated on, she pulled out a pen box and held it in front of him.
His gaze stayed stuck on it for several moments.
No. No. No.
He didn’t want to let it sink in that it was that box she had risked her life for. Ah, Abir! Emotions threatened to overwhelm him.
“Have you lost your mind, Mishti? For this? Really?” He almost screamed, rising to his feet.
She decided to ignore the pain that was shooting up in her wrist as she stood up after him. “Abir, this is important for you, no?”
He couldn’t trust his ears. Did she really say that? “Are you hearing yourself, Mishti? Are you? You seriously thought that this is more important than your life to me?”
“Tumne kitni excitement se dikhaya tha. Tumhara pehla gift… tumhari painting wali ke liye.” Her voice trailed off with her attempt to conceal the foreign jealousy and displeasure with his strong feelings and sweet mentions of his painting wali. “Subah galti se mere paas reh gaya tha.”
He hadn’t regretted anything as much as he did, presenting that gift in front of her, sharing with her that he had brought that pen box for his painting wali since she was fond of writing and had purposely left it with his painting wali but the naive painting wali did not have even a slight clue that she was the mysterious painting wali.
“Mishti,” he murmured, vigorously rubbing his forehead. Why did he even pull that stunt? Perhaps, to heighten her uneasiness and jealousy which he thought would bring her one step closer to the realization of her feelings for him but it had backfired in the worst way possible.
What would have he done had anything happened to her? The foolish girl didn’t care about anything happening to her but rather was worried about that stupid gift.
Think again, Abir. He paused his thoughts for a moment.
He had made his adoration for his painting wali evident in front of her time and again. Knowing it, just by knowing it, she had put his gift for his painting wali over her life.
She chose to fight with those goons or whatever they were for she could not let them take his gift… his gift that wasn’t even for her but for some anonymous woman whom she did not even know.
All that she knew was that he liked the painting wali, perhaps loved her, and yet, she didn’t care about getting injured if it was about him.
Was that the extent he had started mattering to her? Think again, Abir. If she chose you over herself, then was she being foolish?
Overwhelmed by everything that he had come to conclude, he lowered his gaze to conceal his glistening eyes.
“When are you planning to give this to her?” She bit her lower lip, silently cursing herself. She wasn’t supposed to ask it, was she? “Um… just curious.” She quickly made an attempt to cover it up but little did she know that there was no point in hiding it from him for the man knew and understood her way more than she herself did.
A soft, warm smile graced his face as he slowly lifted his eyes at her. “Very soon, Mishti. Very soon.”
Drama – Yeh Rishtey Hai Pyaar Ke
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