《Tum Mile - A Sanam Puri Fanfic》Ch - 25. Long drive with Mr. Puri
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:- "Acha suniye.." (Okay listen) She began.
"Hmm.." I hummed. "When you closed your eyes.. What did u see?" She asked.
"Andhera.!" I replied as I chuckled.
"Offo!" She hits her forehead lightly. "I mean.. Dimag me Kuch thoughts aye? Like Kuch feel hua?" (Did u have some thoughts? Like did u feel anything?) She cleared though I knew what she meant.
What to tell her that I was just thinking about her? My mind was occupied with her thoughts?
Wow Sanam, you have started talking to yourself? Well, who doesn't?
"Hello? Are you there?" She waves her hand in front of my eyes. "Uhhh.. Yeah.. I understood what you meant.. But unfortunately my mind went blank.. I didn't have any thoughts.."
Liar!
"Okay.. Even that's not bad.."
"Huh?"
"You know Mr. Puri why people meditate? To forget all the thoughts running in their heads. To get free from the debates in their minds.."
Did I even concentrated on anything else than her?
Wait, I didn't even shut my eyes!
"Umm.. Okay.." I managed to speak.
"Unfortunately I still lack in concentrating while meditation!" She chuckled.
"You know Mr. Puri.. People who are blind feels their surroundings more than us.. I mean.. They absorbs what's going around them, that's why it is said that their '6th sense' is activated more prominently than us.."
"You must be thinking why I am telling you all this?" She chuckles. "Mai samjhti hu.." (Let me explain) she says as she sits facing me. "We have many times heard this phrase that love is blind.. Somewhere its true nd somewhere not.. Love has the power to change one's perspective. I agree that its the most beautiful feeling of the universe. It makes one see the world differently.. Not from opened eyes but from our heart's vision.. It makes us take in every passing moment of life with that special one. We find everything is perfect. But does that make one blind?"
I was so struck in whatever she was telling me that I almost forgot how to reciprocate. She noticed my muddle as she smiled warmly and begun again, "Its on us how we Live our Love.
Love doesn't stop us to differentiate between right or wrong. It's on us if we don't cover our brain with a blanket to delight our heart. Love gives us strength, doesn't matter if that person is with us physically or not but their memories.. They will never leave us alone.. All we need.. Is to make them our power not weakness."
I was slowly trying to get her meaning. I wondered how perfectly she explained me everything with such an ease. No wonder why she chose this field. Suddenly her phone started ringing. She excused herself and went to receive the call.
She's right.. My love for Khushi nd her love for me was my strength and also hers.. She left but her memories will never.. How can I punish myself? How can I punish our love by getting depressed? How can I punish Khushi by being sad all the time?
"I'm sorry Khushi.. I disappointed you.. Your name itself means happiness and while uttering it I had tears in my eyes? I didn't think for a second that how much it would have hurt you! All I saw was my sadness! From today onwards.. Your name will bring smile on my face like it did before.. I'll bring your old Sanam back.. I promise!"
Today was I guess the longest day of my life.. I came across so many things, firstly an interaction with a supermodel.. I mean Mehek, then Soumya di's revelation about her marriage and then my explanation to Mr. Puri.. Idk if I was explaining him or myself?
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Even with closed eyes Aryan's face flashes ahead. I didn't know when a tear escaped from my eye which I wiped quickly before Mr. Puri could notice.
While explaining him I was questioning myself.
I know I lived every single moment of my life when I was in love.. Was?.. I still do.. And my this love for him made me separate myself from him. I know he deserves the best. The best in this world! But I'm not the one..
Suddenly my phone rings, it was Harshit's call. I excused myself and went to certain distance to receive the call. "Hello.." I said calmly. "Hello gya tel lene.." He snapped. "What?" I questioned being clueless. "Do you even remember today's plan?"
What is he talking about?
"Duffer I'm talking about our movie plan for today!"
Did he just do that? Did he really read my mind? My brother is great!
Wait!
Fuck I forgot about the plan!!
"We are on our way to your counselling centre. Just stand outside the gate."
He can not go there!
"No!" I almost screamed.
"Why?"
"Coz.. Umm.. I'm on my way to home.. Do one thing.. You guys reach theater I'll join you all there itself."
"Can't believe my sister is such a forgetful person.." He said under his breath.
"I heard that!" I mocked.
"Good for you.." He said and hung up the call.
I can fight with world and win but Idk what happens with me when I get into a squabble with him?
My mind becomes junked!
I went back to Mr. Puri who was sitting alone his head leaning back with closed eyes..
I don't know what is with this man that I always feel being pulled towards him like a magnet.
"Mr. Puri.." I said slowly as his head popped at my direction. "Haan..?" He utters. "I need to go now.. I had a call from home.. So.." I said nervously..
What the hell is wrong with me?
"Oh! Okay.. Shall I drop u?" He asked kindly. "Nah.. Its fine.. I have my car back so I can go.." I replied with a smile as he smiled back.
I bid him bye then left for theater.
I'm going to sleep while watching movie!
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"Tomorrow we are going back to Nagpur." Harsh stated while sipping his coffee. "What?" I boomed while keeping my coffee mug aside. "When did you guys decide it? Nd even if you did.. U didn't even care to tell me?"
How can he just say that?
"Tu badi ghar pr rehti hai jo teko pata chalega.. Nd vaise b.. We came here to celebrate diwali nd its over.. Now its tym to get back to our works.. Nd this idiot!" Pointing at Kartik. "He have to join his coachings nd also he have an inter college cricket match next month.. He needs to practice.."
"Thode din ruk jao na yrr.. Even bua is going to Chandigarh to attend a relative's wedding on the same day." I whined.
"Nd day after tomorrow I'll be leaving for New York.." Bhumi enters into hall with her coffee mug as she takes a place beside me. "New York?" Me nd Harsh asked in unison.
She keeps her mug on table as she press her lips before speaking, "I'm going for New York fashion week along with my boss as we are going to introduce our new winter collection there." She replies shyly.
"Oh my bhagwan!" I exclaimed dramatically.
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"This is such a great news sis!" I engulfed her in a tight hug. "We need to celebrate it!" Harsh says.
"I want pizza!" Kartik jumps on the couch beside Harshu. "Do u even see anything else other than it?" Harsh taunts him. "Please yrr.. Even I love pizzas.." I pout.
"Yeah but we can't celebrate right now.." Bhumi said while grabbing our attention. "Why?" Kartik cried melodramatically. "Coz u guys are going tomorrow nd I don't have holiday today.. Though we can plan something at night."
"Even that's good." I said.
"Only if you remember it!" Harsh laughs as he taunts me. "I'll be back soon don't worry." I flicker my tongue at him teasingly."
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"Com'on! What's wrong with you today?" I was trying to start my car in the parking only if the engine was responding rather than just making annoying noise.
"Please.. Ky hua meri beti ko? I care so much for you nd you are throwing tantrums on your mumma?" I again inserted the key nd tried again but no use.
Finally getting tired I booked a cab nd left for Raheja Exotica. After a drive of almost 45mins I reached their place.
"Masi!" My little angel captured me in a tight hug as I hugged her back gently. "Here you go.." I gave her a chocolate as she takes it with a bright smile nd went to her room.
I knocked on his door, "door is open.. Come in.." He shouted I guess from his bathroom. I turned the knob nd entered in.
I was right.. He was in bathroom. I sat quietly on his bed suddenly his phone started ringing on the side table. I went pick his phone nd saw a name flashing, Mehek. "Mr. Puri.. Mehek is calling you!" I said loud so that he could hear.
"Receive it for me please.."
What? How can I? "But.."
"Please Arpita.. I can't talk with her when I'm bathing.." He said in a tired tone so I received the call. "H-hello?"
"Hello? Who's this?" She asks from other side.
"Hii M-mehek.. Its me.. Arpita.." I replied as I tugged a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Oh.. Hi Arpita.. Sanam ko phone dogi? I have an urgent work with him"
"Sorry but I can't.."
"Why?"
"He is bathing right now so he asked me to.. Receive the call.."
"Oh.. So ask him to call me back when he comes.. Okay?"
"Sure.."
"Fine then.. Bye!"
She says nd hungs up.
Wow! This girl is as fast as metro..
*my humor sucks ;p*
I kept his phone back nd was standing near the huge window of his room gazing the beautiful view outside.
Suddenly I heard the sound of opening of door. I turned around and found him coming out with just a towel around his waist. "Aaahhh!" I screamed as I turned my back at him while shutting my eyes tightly..
Even though I turned within few seconds but my eyes got a glimpse of his newly bathed body. Even the thought was raising my heart beats..
"Why are you screaming?" He asks like nothing happened.
How can he even behave like that? He is standing in just a piece of towel in front of a girl nd he is asking me why was I screaming?
I didn't cared to reply him back but just left out a heavy breath. "You can turn around I have my clothes on." he says as I turned nd saw him smiling at me.
He seems to be in a good mood today.. But his smile.. Gosh!
No.. Don't do that.. My heartbeats go insane!
I felt my cheeks heating up as I slowly walked towards him.
"Good morning Miss. Arora.."
Miss. Arora? He called me that for the first in this while..
"Good morning Mr. Puri.. " I bite my inner cheeks as my eyes were unable to look at his fresh face.
"Sorry if I embarrassed you.. I didn't mean to.. Though I knew you won't look at me.." He ends up while leaving a soft laugh. I slowly looked at him nd gave a warm smile. "BTW.. Mehek.. I guess she have some work with you.. She asked you to call her back."
"Oh.. Okay.. I will ask her on what's app." He said while texting something on his phone. "So.. Let's start our session." He rubbed his palms in excitement.
He is really in a good mood!
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It was evening by now. I didn't come to know when time passed. Mr. Puri showed a tremendous change in his behavior. I guess my yesterday's words made him realize.
"What are you doing?" He asked me as he saw me typing something on my phone. "Actually.. My car ditched me today morning so I had to come by cab. Nd.. That's what I'm doing right now.. Booking a cab for me." I replied while my eyes were glued on the screen.
He snatched my phone nd made me astonished. He got up so did I, "What are you doing? Give my phone back." I brought my palm in front of him demanding my cell back. "You want it? Then take it." He raised his hand up holding my mobile while teasing me to snatch it. "Mr. Puri!!" I whined like a small kid. After all he is so tall I already felt like a Lilliput!
I jumped 2-3 Tyms but no use.. He stood on his toes to make it more difficult for me.
Idea!
I started tickling him nd my plan worked! He tried to stop me while holding his stomach. Within that time I tried to snatch my phone. He got my trick so he held my wrist.
I pout that my idea failed. He started laughing, "Oh god you are so adorable!" He left my wrist nd pulled my left cheek. "Oouch!" I rubbed it. "Itni zor se bhi nhi pakda.." He says with a smile that hangs between smirk nd smile. "Ab to mera phone de do.." I cried dramatically. "OK baba.. Take?" Before he keeps it on my palm he takes it back again. I arc an eyebrow at him, "Only if you let me drop you at you place."
"But.." Turns now his back facing me while rotating my mobile between his thumb nd middle finger though my phone has a good 138.6mm screen.
I gave up as I was already late so I agreed. "That's like a good girl!" He had a goofy smile on his lips as he returned my mobile.
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We both were in my car as I was driving her back to her home. We had a little convo in between. I inserted my pen drive in the USB of music system of the car. The first song that played was one of my favourites by Atif Aslna Tu Jane Na..
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