I’m back with another epi. This one is actually “big” not long. And I might make this a week twist and not post the nxt part till Wdnesday or something. Idk. It depends on ur responds. So here comes the 7th epi
Previous epi link:
Recap: Shravan is shocked knowing the girl he had a crush on is Suman, his childhood best friend/love. He tries to ignore her. While leaving Tiwari house Sumo calls him
Suman was standing a feet away from him. His heart was beating as the same rhythm as hers. She gulped, took a deep breath and fixed her voice as he kept on looking at her with those questioning eyes.
Suman *breaking the eye contact as it made her feel rougher and looking at the ground*: Woh… I’m sorry Shravan. Jobhi daas saal pehle hua, I really didn’t mean it. Woh mera bachpana tha…..Aur ub toh Nirmala aunty-Ramnath uncle ke beech saab kuch thik hogaya, toh kya hum fir se…..
Shravan *disgusted*: Ladkio ke liye yeh saab itna asaan kaise hota hai? *Suman gives a confusing look* Pehle galti karna, fir maafi mangna, aur firse galti karna…..Is it so easy to break someone’s trust like this?
Suman (she was unaware of his newborn feelings towards her): Kya? Mai kuch samjha nahi
Shravan *“as if I care” look*: Jankar bhi anjan maat bano. 10 saal pahle jobhi hua uske liye tum bilkul bhi guilty nahi ho. Agar hota toh usdin party pe bhi apologize karsakte the
Suman: Party pe mai unprepared tha. And I wasn’t even sure it was you until…..until I read ur eyes….And u even acted so normal
Shravan (trying to act as if he always knew it was her (Sumo) in the party and on that anat ashram): Iska matlab mai normal behave karte rahti toh tum mujhse kabhi mafi nahi mangti? U r not ashamed of what u did.
Suman nodded denying to what he said
Shravan: Aur coffee par?
Suman: Tum bohat khush the *gulp* aur mai tumhe udaas nahi karna chatithi
Shravan *nearly abt to melt but his ego popped up*: Baas karo yaar…Aur kitna jhut bologi? Upna so-called concern tum upne pass e rakho. Anyways I moved on….it has been 10 years….U should move on too….humare beech kuchbhi age ki tadha nahi hoga….
Shravan regretted on his last words the very next second as shiny water started appearing in her eyes….Those eyes which made him fall for her twice….He hurt those precious eyes…he didn’t mean to… As she blinks involuntarily, large water drops rolling down her soft red cheeks in the same speed as his ego, hatred, angry fell off him. He wanted to give her a tight hug but his brain reminded him of his boundaries… He was helpless…so was she… She felt weak now…very weak… that she broke down in front for her friend…who means nothing to her now… She regretted not on those tears, but on her expectations…which kept growing on these 3692 days…
Suman *wiping off her tears and breaking her muscles painfully to act normal*: Anyways Pushkar toh mera dost hai…ajbhi….Uska favourite gajar ka halwa banaya tha…socha tumhe deedu. Tum use dedena. Bohat khush hoga woh bhukkad. *Handing him a tiffin box*
Ahhhhh….Wow! Gajar ka halwa…But for Pushkar…..not for him….Did she forget all those days when he did her homeworks just to have a bowl of gajar ka halwa? Okay so she doesn’t care about him much….
Putting a stone on his heart, he took the tiffin box from her hand and walked to his car without uttering a single word. No byes….no thank you….no take care…nothing….But both had the same question in their mind, “Does friends say good bye like this?”
Sumo on phone talking to Pushkar
Pushkar: Thanks yaar!!! Gajar ka halwa, woh bhi mere liye. Maine toh socha tha bhaiya ko dekhkar tuh mujhe buljaegi.
Suman: Dost ko kaise bhuljate hai woh maina nahi sikha. Shravan se kabhi sikhlungi.
Pushkar: Haan woh note bhi mere liye hi thi….By the way, bhaiya ne tujhe bataya unke naya crush ke bareme?
Suman *shocked*: New crush? Kon?
Pushkar: Pata nahi
Suman: Toh use jake puch
Pushkar: Bhaiya ko bhi pata nahi woh kon hai
Suman: Joke tha? Bohat ghatia wala for ur kind info
Pushkar: Joke nahi I’m serious. Crush tha ya fir kuch aur woh toh nahi jaanti par woh ladki thi kamal ka. Bhaiya ka dil jit liya. He was so impressed by her qualities
Suman: Kya bolraha hai mai kuch bhi nahi samaj rahihon
Pushkar: Areh jab tu tere family ke sath kanpoor pe tha, humare yaha ek party tha Shravan bhaiya ke aane ke khushi me. Waha bhaiya ne kisi ladki se takrai joh…
Suman *imagining her first encounter with him* : bohat hi simple bheez me aaithi. No makeup, aur kapree bhi bohat ordinary tha.
Pushkar: Haan. Tujhe kaise pata?
Suman *coming back to sense*: Haha…guess tha…Shravan ko us ladki acha laga? *excitement*
Pushkar: Acha nahi bohat acha laga. Kaal bhi milithe woh anat ashram ke bahar jaha tu Nirmala aunty ke sang jatahai. Aur fir dono coffee date par bhi gaya. Par bhaiye ne naam puchna bhul gayi. Bhaiya use jaise describe kiya mujha laga tu hogi par tuh toh kanpoor tha.
Suman couldn’t believe anything she heard. Shravan didn’t know who she was before he came to her house. That’s why he was so nice with her. Now…when he came to know that she is Sumo, he brought all his anger up. Once again water started rolling down her cheeks. This time, her cheeks were red and she could feel the warmth. Probably the anger. How could he not recognize her?
Pushkar: Hello? Hello Sumo …..mar gayi kya?
Suman trying to fix her voice as she replied to ensure her presence.
Pushkar: Kya baat hai Sumo? Tu rorahi hai?
Suman *cleared her husky throat*: Nahi toh
Pushkar: Kya hua? Bhaiya ne kuch….
Suman cuts the phone as she couldn’t stop herself. Her tone hiked up with every drop which came out of her eyes. The last time she cried like this was….when her parents died….She ran out of her house as neither could she hold on nor she wanted to break down in front of her family.
Pushkar banged the door of Shravan’s room
Shravan *shocked*: Chote?
Pushkar: bhaiya upne Sumo ke sang kya kia? *in a high tone*
Shravan trying to miss eye conact: Kuch…kuch bhi toh nahi
Pushkar: Haan Sumo toh aisei rorahithi. Time pass ke liye
Shravan in his mind: Yeh ladki!!! Bachpaan me akhse ek asu bhi nahi nikalti thi, aur ab rona shona band hi nahi hota.
He scuffs his voice: Agar yoh roe toh mera kya? Aur tu mujhe kyu blame kar rahi hai?
Pushkar: Anjan maat bania. Sumo bilkul thik thi. Apka naam liya aur rone lagi
Shravan: Toh fir agli baar mera naam math lena
Pushkar: bhaiya ap thik toh haina? Kya bakwas kar rahehain? Sumo upka bachpan ka best friend
Shravan: tha…ub humare beech kuch nahi hai
Pushkar: Matlab ajbhi up use maaf nahi kiya
Shravan: She isn’t even guilty. Mai kahase maaf kado?
Pushkar: R u kidding? Sumo 10 saal intezaar kiya sirf ek sorry bolneke liye. Woh collage me harek din mujhe akar puchta tha mere upse koi baat huihai kya aur maine upko uski taraf se sorry bola hai kya. Par upke sang toh kisika bhi contact nahi tha……so she waited….
Shravan: Toh? She should feel sorry for what she did
Pushkar: Haan woh sorry toh bola lakin up maaf nahi kiya. Bhaiya she is already dying because of her guilt, use aur mat tarpao
Shravan: Nahi toh! Maine toh aj nahi dekha use marte hue, nd she doesn’t even remember me (opps kya boldia! She remembers me nd almost everything expect she gave u the gajar’s halwa)
Pushkar: Agar use kuch yaad nahi hota to haj woh gajar ka halwa nahi bhejta
Shravan: Woh TUMHARE liye tha
Pushkar: Haan aur yeh sorry note bhi *handing Shravan a piece of paper*
Shravan enters Malhotra House in anger and throws the tiffin box over the table.
Shravan *taunting tone*: Pushkar yeh SUMO ne khas TERE liye bheja hai
Pushkar *excited*: Kya?
Shravan: Gajar ka Halwa, TERA FAVOURITE!
Pushkar: Upka bhi toh fav hai, ao share karke khatahoon
Shravan: Nahi khas TERE liye hai. Aur mujhe kaam hai
Shravan walked to his room
Pushkar to himself: Bhaiya ko kya hua? Anyways mai pahle halwa khataho.
He opens the box and notices a paper taped at the bottom of it
Pushkar *frustrated*: Mujhe samaj nahi aati up Sumo ko maaf kyu nahi karti hai? And she is the kind of girl u want…Simple…Bold…Confident…Independent…Helping…Intrepid…
Shravan *irked*: Haaa…Aur bhi kuch hai….Selfish, childish, immature, irresponsible, careless, egoistic.
Pushkar *angry*: Bhaiya bassss! Bohat hogaya. And yah u r right indeed. She is careless. Kabhi khudke bareme nahi socha. She is childish kyuki woh bachoke sang miljata hai. She is irresponsible because she never takes the responsibility of her own happiness. Immature? Haa…Agar woh mature hota toh upke rudeness ko bare nahi karti….Aur kya kya bola? Selfish? Yes….she loves everyone selfishly. Aur up jise ego kahte hai, woh Sumo ka self-respect hai.
Pushkar leaves angrily but his words didn’t leave Shravan’s mind. Was she really crying? Did his words hurt her so badly? Why is he even caring? He looks at the piece of paper which lied still on his palm.
“I’m SORRY…..I mean it….Please maaf kardo….Dosto ke beech narazgi achi nahi hoti.
So….maaf kiya? Ub mazese upna favourite gajar ka halwa khao. Maine upne hatho se banaya hai sirf tumhare liye. “
He read it over and over again specially the last three words……..SIRF tumhare liye….
Precap: She could feel him. His strong hands all around her shoulder. His warmth. His breaths; which were slow, cold and rhythmic to hers.
So how was it? Ik full of mistakes nd stupid emotional events. But I enjoy writing ShraMan fights so I guess I’ll put some more. (jk, romance bhi hoga) So should this be a week twist and should I post the next epi on Wednesday or something? Idk. Let’s see what’s ur opinion. Nd…sry of mistakes, thank for reading nd don’t forget to comment.