A/N: Another new fic. Kya karuu holidays hai tho naye naye ideas aarahe hai. so here's another one!Don't worry I will updt all my other fics. I'm typing APH n MDC. Plz guys thora patience or :*
And hmm this is a kevi fic. Yup shock laga kisi ko? Yes I'm still a hard core rajvi fan but I recently started liking kevi. And this is for someone who asked me to write a kevi fic. Also for my natkhat cousin who's bugging me to write on Kevi.
I happen to love GK, MS, Ansha, and recently started loving Pooja (Ishita) as well. So yes… here's a fic involving all my fav characters!
I named it after sony tv's new show. Hope they wont mind. LOL. Prologue is short but there is more to come! :*
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Humsafar(s)
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-Prologue-
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The same night, right after shreya's sagaai… Purvi reaches the clearing where many cars are parked… well there aren't many as everyone has left. She looks back at shreya's home in despair and sits on a huge rock lying there, lost in thoughts.
It was fun. Dancing in a friend's ceremony was fun and tiresome too. She presses her foot gently massages it. She soon begins to think about Shreya's conflict, Daya sir's pain and it all only made her sad.
She sighs and hears someone clearing his throat-
"hey.."
"sir aap?"
"can I sit here?"
"ahh haan. Baithiye na."
A tall, lean yet handsome Officer, who's yet to leave, joins her on the rock. She doesn't speak but keeps massaging her foot-
"pair dhuk rahe hai?"
"huh?"
She fails to hear him and he points to her foot.
"ohh haan sir. Wo… itni naachi main.. tho isliye…"
"haan mujrim k peeche daudte waqt tho nhi dukhte tumhare pair.. hai na?" he tries to joke, but she doesn't smile.
"uski tho aadat hogayi sir. Aur uss kaam mei khushi hai aur yaha.."
She trails off thinking about all the happenings.
"yaha khushi hoti agar… Shreya khushi hoti tho… agar sab khush hote tho…"
"tum khush nhi ho?"
"Shreya khush nhi hai. Daya sir v khush nhi hai. aur.. shayad main bhi nhi hu.."
"I get it…"
He nods and looks at her. She's once again lost in thoughts. He squats down to hold her foot and that's when she looks at him.
"sir ye.. ye aap kya kar rahe hai?"
"dikhaa raha hu.. ki kaise massage karte hai…"
He gives her a sweet smile. And she can't help but smile back. He shows her the right way to massage and she smiles.
"sir… aap mat kijiye plz… main karlungi… thanks…"
He gets up to leave.
"aap jaarahe ho?"
"haan I think sab chale gaye. Tumhari gaadi kidher hai?"
"aaj main Tarika k saat aayi thi…"
"ohh par wo tho chaligayi.."
"haan maine hi usko bola tha ki chale jaao.."
"par kyu…"
She doesn't look up but speaks in a nonchalant tone.
"aise hi."
He can see there's a tinge of sadness on her face. She's not her usual energetic self. Its like the dance has taken away all her energy. Is it the dance or something else?
"Purvi… chalo mere saat!"
"huh? Excuse me sir…"
She looks up but doesn't get up. So he holds her hand and drags her to her feet.
"Kavin sir ye aap kya kar rahe hai?"
"sab chale gaye hai Purvi. Aur tumhebhi jaana hoga,"
"but I want to stay and think.."
"sochne se kuch nhi hota Purvi. It's a waste of time. I'll drop you home."
He drags her to his car and forces her take a seat beside him. He then starts the engine.
"aap mereliye decisions nhi le sakte…"
True. Who's he to decide what's good for her? A well-wisher yes. He pauses and looks at her-
"you're right. But right now as a friend or well-wisher whatever is appropriate word here. main ye kaam kar raha hu. You should go home Purvi."
She's touched by his small gesture-
"par main…"
"think of your mom dad. And your family. Problems sab ko hote hai Purvi. All you need is patience to face them. You know what, it doesn't matter tum kitni strong ho. But patience is the factor that's needed…"
Sh looks away and he holds her hand.
"I'm sorry Purvi… but trust me. Sab thik hoga. Daya sir aur Shreya k saat tho thik hona hi hai. shayad thoda waqt aur lagega par anth mei sacche pyar ki jeet hogi."
He gives her hand a light squeeze and she smiles. It's a genuine smile this time. And all he wants is to keep that smile intact on her face.
"so Ms. Purvi. Agar aapki permission ho tho kya main aapko ghar chod sakta hu?"
"so sweet sir. Lekin aapne pucha mujhse? Jab aap mujhe yaha kaseet k laarahe the."
She gives him a look and…
"hey maine kaseeta nhi.. I was jus pulling your hand-"
"sir it all means the same thing in hindi…"
They laugh and Purvi wishes this small moment of joy lives on forever. That joy that somehow left her life.
"Ok lets go.."
They drive off. Kavin drops her at her home. She thanks him and walks off after giving him a cute smile. He waves to her before driving home.
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That night, Kavin's place-
That night just before he could sleep…
Kavin gets a flash of their dance; that smile on her face. He remembers how beautiful she looked there and also reminiscences her crestfallen face near the parking lot.
This girl has gotten to him. It has never happened before. All he wants is her happiness and he doesn't know why he feels this way…
"uski hasee, uskii baatei… kyu bhool nhi paaraha main, aur khas daur se… uski udaasi.. kyu man karta hai ki usey humesha khush dekhu, kyu dil karta hai ki main usski udaasi mitaadu aur khushi ki waja banjaau…"
Well because she's your friend and colleague. And you happen to be a good guy who cares for everyone around you.
He is convinced himself with that answer and goes to sleep.
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A/N:so how was this? Something on the lines of pathetic? Hope its not. Do lemme know how it is! If you guys are interested, I will continue this by adding a little ishyant from nxt chapter. Well how can I write a fic and not include Dushu in it? :P
So yep plz do rvw n tel me. Tc love ya all.