A vihaan Bulbul ff...Last Part updated on 18/6/13 - Page 8

A cringing pain in his neck awakened vihaan. But he couldn't move his muscle. As his neck creaked, he turned to find a mass of hairs gathered on his shoulder. Vihaan blinked...bulbul...of course bulbul...he had got her here...he had! A sinking sensation emptied vihaan of all his oxygen. What had he done? Raised her hopes...made her believe in something dat didn't...couldn't exist between dem...or maybe had died in him when someone had trampled his heart...life and love out of him. He had to talk to her. With dat resolution as he turned to give her a nudge...he stopped...she looked perfect...leaning on his shoulder...a faint smile still lurking ...d night still playing with her flowing hair. vihaan leaned back on d cold wall of d terrace...but d hard surface didn't do away with d warm mushy feeling dat had settled in his heart as he sat dere still...lest d dream breaks.

d water kept splashing...drowning her tears...as she shivered in a complete loss of self control. "Sorry...I didn't mean to..." That unfinished sentence had finished every fluttering of her just unfrozen heart. He was sorry...obviously who would want a freak like her? Someone who barely smiled...couldn't make it through a day without being put off several times...how could she...she of all d people expect to touch his heart?...when her own was encased in an ice wall. U can't love without getting hurt. Her mom had always told her...as she had attempted to explain her daughter why she still loved her long dead husband. So love it was...d pit she had dug out for herself. She hauled herself up and trudged towards d bed. So she loved vihaan...I love vihaan...he doesn't love me. Her dad didn't love her mom and she had lived alone...pining away...bulbul looked up to see her reflection in d dressing mirror. Her bare heart...raw hurt...and d desperate loneliness awaiting her horrified her and she clutched herself tight and shook down in silent sobs.

Vihaan moved with small unsure steps towards bulbul. He had invaded her personal space. She trusted him and he had simply let his baser urges take over his better senses. Had he lost her friendship? "Have you noticed dat all dose killed in dese freak accidents had insurance cover from d same agency and had just got dere full medical check up?" As bulbul gathered all her courage to look up to vihaan's face...she was taken aback at his red eyes and dishevelled face. She mentally thanked d discoverer of concealer make ups...courtesy which she was looking slightly better dan him. "Are you ok?" She had wanted to be cold unkind to him. But his pitiful state and sorrowful face checked her bitter words. "ummm...hmmm..." She looks d same. Did last night make any difference at all? A small hurt crept into his eyes and bulbul could see it right away. Wow! Now what did I do? With her close on surface anger she snapped, "Will u b able to come with me to d agency office?" "No" Vihaan had no idea what ticked him off. She was exactly behaving d way he had wanted...but maybe not hoped to. With a firm step bulbul walked past him...d dead weight of her own lost heart weighing heavily.