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So tell me,

Your happy...

Place?
(Library with cafe)

Person
(MoodyXFlicks)

Food
(Daal chawal)

Feeling
(Reading a five star book)

Film
(YJHD or HP)

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Manik:

The night was a total bliss. We snuggled into each other and welcomed a fresh day. I couldn't be any happier than knowing that she'll be there in my concert. My first concert after our marriage. The butterflies erupted in my stomach at the thought of her sitting in front, listening my song that I've written.

My ever first composition for her.

I simply couldn't wait for night.

I exited the washroom, rolling up my sleeves and straightening my jacket. My gaze fell upon my wife who was facing on the other side. I smiled softly and sat beside her, softly caressing her hair. Her hairs spread on the pillow, and hands clutching the quilt tighter. She was breathing softly into the pillow, as she snuggled deeper into my palm.

I moved my head up, as if sending a prayer and looked back at her, "my sunshine." I whispered against her forehead. Feeling her stirring, my breath hitched as she attempted to flicker open her gaze. But the moment hers traveled to mine, hers went teary. I frowned, realizing that it weren't of bliss. She sat, resting herself towards the headboard.

"Hey?" I mumbled, holding her against my chest. Her sobs were now audible and she fisted my jacket. I had absolutely no idea what went wrong. Her crying all of a sudden brought an unknown pain to my chest. I gulped and slowly tried pulling her out of my embrace. I held her chin and made her look at me. "Kya hua bacche?"

She sniffed and again dashed into my chest. I stifled and my mind went haywire.

"Hey, ro na, please?" I mumbled slowly, pulling her out and wiping her tears. "Tell me. Where did I go wrong?"

Her big doe eyes looked at me and nodded in no, before looking down. I, again, held her chin and made her look at me. "Don't look away from my eyes Mrs. Manik." My stern voice reached her. She pouted and I gave her a disbelief look.

She mumbled something, completely inaudible to me. "What?"

"I got my periods." She sniffed and hid herself in my chest. I frowned but made sure to stay shut, knowing that anything I'd say would sound so bad now.

"So..you're crying because you got your periods?" I quietly asked and she snapped her head at me. Her gaze, oh my god.

"Yeah yeah, how would you even know? You don't get periods no. Hum ladkiyo ko hi sab jhelna padhta hai. You all men are same." She burst out suddenly, catching me totally off guard. She threw her quilt and stepped out. Before she could take a step further, I held her wrist and pulled her to my lap. She shrieked, "Manik, I'm not fresh yet."

"Shut up." I hissed real bad. She glared at me and turned her face away. I bit my lips to control myself from bursting out of laugh. "Tell me now. Cramps?" I asked softly, and she finally looked at me with that sad look and nodded. Oh, how much I hate that look. "Should I cancel the concert?" Her eyes widened.

"What?" She said, out of shock. "Pagal hai kya aap? Itni si cheez ke liye you'll cancel pre-planned concert?" I sighed, and shrugged. I dint really matter to me.

"Just a word from you, I'll do it." I shrugged at she nodded her head in disbelief before hitting my forehead slightly.

"I'll be fine." She said slowly. "It's just, these always come on a special day." She sighed and looked at me.

"You sure?" I wanted her to be fine. Cancelation of one concert wouldn't do any harm to me.

"Yes my buddhu. Not let me freshen up." She said and got up from my lap. As she went inside, I changed the bedsheets and quickly went down knowing that she'll take her own sweet time.

I went into the kitchen and servants were already present there.

"Yes sir?" They immediately asked, seeing me entering. I just enlisted a few ingredients which they immediately kept in front.

"I'll manage rest. Thank you." They left. Rubbing my hands together, I quickly got to work. Within few minutes, I was done with a tray of freshly prepared orange juice, pancakes and oatmeal for our breakfast.

"I think you love this place." I heard her voice and chuckled before placing the tray on the table. "Okay, I'm feeling guilty now." She said, eyeing the tray I kept. I shook my head in disbelief and sat on the chair, pulling her on my lap. "Manik." She shrieked.

"Here." I fed her a bite of pancake. "How's it?" She raised her eyebrow and rubbed her chin with her finger, making faces like a chef and at the end, giving a huge thumbs up and wink. I chuckled before pulling her cheeks to my lips, placing a chaste kiss. She halted completely and looked at me, completely shocked.

"What?" I said innocently.

"Manik." She hit me and looked here and there hastily to see it anyone saw them.

"Arey. Biwi ho meri." I pulled her closer to nuzzle myself in her loose hairs. Damn that lavender scenet. I felt myself getting intoxicated. Her breath hastened, and hands held my collars, a bit more tighter.

"Aap hato." She pushed me lightly and sat on the chair beside. I chuckled on finding her looking down, tucking her hairs behind her ears and blushing.

"Haye me marjawan." I sighed, placing my hand on my heart.

"Oh god." She whispered, hiding her face in her palms. This sight, this moment. I felt most alive. As if the precious pearl of my life, sitting just beside me. These countless moments, her smile, blush, laugh, teasing. I was inhabiting it.

I chuckled at how quickly this women chose to enter my life and completely made it hers. "Okay okay, let's eat."

"Thank you." She passed me a lip tight smile before feeding me a bite.

This was us, at that moment.

Dil yeh mera tere, dil se ja mila hai
Rab se jisko manga, tu woh sila hai

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nandinimurthy:

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You shift my emotional oxy-hemoglobin saturation curve to the left!
Easy to bind, hard to let go.

@the_manikmalhotra

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I sniffed, wiping my nose with the handkerchief.

"You wrote this and you yourself are crying?" Aiyappa laughed and I cried even more.
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Anurag:

Flashback, 1 and half years ago

Train whistled, signaling its departure. Train travel gives me that peace which flights don't. I sighed, looking at the state before me. Bangalore. The place where I dreamed my project. My heart scored at the forbidden memory of its unfulfill-ment.

"May be some other time." I consoled myself, continually. My phone pinged with a message.

From planned disaster,
Tu theek hai Anu?

To planned disaster,
Yes

From planned disaster,
Aaja ghar

I threw phone beside, looking out as the train started moving from the side seat of three-tire AC. My hands automatically went to the guitar bag that was leaning against the window and caught hold of it. I leaned against the wall behind and shut my eyes, hands continuing to strum the guitar in a slow pace.

My eyes fluttered open as the mild sound of anklets in the quiet atmosphere surrounded over. My hands automatically stopped its work and those nearing melodious sound had my complete attention. I turned to have a look, but before I could, she sat, just behind me. I could feel it. It was so sudden that the feeling of disappointment was replaced my curiosity. Forehead creased disappeared as her bangles made that slow noise.

My thoughts were interrupted when a jewelery vendor approached the seats, announcing his arrival.

"Bhaiya, ek jhumka dena." She said. Consciously or unconsciously, she had my undivided attention.

Silence prevailed suddenly. The voices around me dulled and my ears, somehow, focused on her movements. Be it that cinkling of jhumka, or sound of those bangles. Her hairs. Damn. I gazed away, outside the window. It was twilight out there. Birds were flying back to their nests and sun slowly came down to paint the sky.

Jhanak jhanak jhan

Those same ones!

But this time, it's wasn't unintentional. It had something in it. Some tune. My hands immediately picked my guitar and strummed along with her.

She stopped.

I stopped.

And it seemed as if world has halted.

Gaining some piece of courage, I strummed my guitar again. And this time, she joined.

(A/N: it's saathiya mere, duet version. Attach the song please.)

Naata mera teri ruh se
Aise juda hai yeh
Ke kya kahe
Bhaye koi aur na re

My head fell against the wall and eyes shut itself in serenity. I fell into a complete different world. Her voice did magic to my system.

She tapped her feet harder, and I strummed along. It made a rhythm that nobody could ever guess.

Dono milke chalte haina
Sapno me hi rehete hai na
Sirf tu mein ho jahan re

I couldn't stop adding on. My toes danced against the rhythm and her bangles made those noise.

That voice held it...

Haath me ho haath tera
Chute kabhi na saath tera
Mujhko aisa tu bhi vada de

I opened my eyes, gazing sidewards uttering those words which came out. I felt her gaze on my back and my breath, weirdly, hastened.

Saathiya mere
Mein toh tera deewana hu
Sare jahan se begana hu
Meri dhuno ka tarana tu

Something churned inside me.

I have no idea. Was is because of the kind of day I had or..
Somehow, it diverted my mind from today's happening.

As the train swayed gently, I closed my eyes, letting the enchanting voice wash over me like a warm breeze on a summer day. Each word she spoke resonated deep within me, carrying a hint of vulnerability and a touch of mystery. It was as if her voice held the power to unveil a world he had yet to discover.

In that moment, it was as if time stood still, and the cacophony of the train faded into the background. The world around me ceased to exist, leaving only the sweet sound that enveloped my senses.

Khubsurat raat yeh
Hai saath tera mange
Dil yeh mera khush rehta hai
Bass saath tera page

I found myself spellbound, my heart racing with anticipation. I imagined the face behind that mesmerizing voice, conjuring up images of delicate features, sparkling eyes, and a smile that could light up even the darkest corners of his soul. It was an ethereal connection, born out of the unseen and the unknown.

Teri khushbu jaise jadu
Tere baad bhi reh jaati hai
Mein mangu uss rab se
Tujhse har dua me hi

My heart swelled with an unexplainable connection, a connection that defied logic and reason, for I had this feeling for this girl without even glimpsing her face.

This is a bad as anything.

Saathiya mere...

As the train rattled along its tracks, I reluctantly opened my eyes and turned. I walked till the gate, seeing our paths moving away in the opposite direction.

My gaze fixed at the jhumka that fell down, which she failed to notice. I swiftly got down the train, and ran towards it to pick it up. I looked at that girl, dancing away softly. Her hairs flew exquisitely along the wind. I yearned for the moment when I would finally catch a glimpse of her, to witness the person whose voice had woven a web of fascination around my mind and heart.

But fate had other plans.

End:

Anurag realized with a mix of disappointment and longing that he would have to leave without ever setting eyes on the woman behind the voice. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness at the missed opportunity, wondering what could have been if circumstances had allowed them to meet. How would the situation turn up if at all they'd met?

But then, may be this was the beauty of their meet.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into year. But the memory of that jhumka lingered in Anurag's mind and heart. It served as a reminder of the unexpected beauty that can be found in the simplest of encounters, and the profound impact that a stranger's essence can have on one's soul.

This was the beauty of destiny.

Little did he know that the universe had its own plans. Perhaps their paths would cross again, and this time, their meeting would be more than just a captivating voice. Until then, he carried the memory of that train journey, the moment when he met a girl without even seeing her, reminding him that connection could transcend the boundaries of sight and touch, igniting a flame that burns with the intensity of the unseen.
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I giggled at that shocked face of Aiyappa.

"Hello?" I tried bringing him out of his trance. He looked at me blankly and then back down.

"What did you just do?" He uttered, completely blank.

"Uh-?"

"That's..." He couldn't complete the sentence, and that made me smile.
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Precap: Little More Closer

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