His Snapshot

Yug’s Pov:

Yesterday is the day when I feel like so small. I blame Karan for the Sanjana 's condition. But the fact is he is the only one who is making efforts to come back.

From the morning, I am continuously making lots of fake account on Instagram, X, telegram groups, websites which only talks about Army, and what not. This is the only benefit of being a tech student. No one appreciate our soldiers, and this is high time to put them ahead. They deserve to be hounded. I gathered all the information about the Army officials, navy chiefs, Air commandos.

They deserve medals.

They deserve respect.

I know they are selfless, but not I am. I am very selfish about my things whether it is my own thing or own country. I will get what I want.

The one thing also happened yesterday. That is so beautiful and heart fluttering.

I and my Princess go on date.

I just provoke her that she can't go on date with anyone, especially with me.

And she provoked.

And we end up with our fake date, wait fake for her but that was real for me.

My first date with my Princess.

I don't know what happen to me at that time. My usual demeanor is changed. May be because of my First Official Date.

Or may be her beauty. She was looking damn gorgeous. Her non-makeup face, glowing under the natural light, her half hairs secured with a flower type clutcher, and her most attractive feature her eyes, filled with Khol, dark like a night, deep like ocean, which I wanted to drown, every day, every time. That one strand which keep loosen intentionally, coming in my ethereal view.

She is looking Like an Angel.

My angel.

MY PRINCESS.

I am rolling on my revolving chair, when Mumma’s voice came. Urgent. “Ayaa” I answer her.

The mood, that was very beautiful and good until a while ago has now deteriorated completely after seeing this view down here. Mr. Jaiswal and Parth. What they want now. I groan internally.

“Yug, beta!” Mr. Jaiswal Initiate the conversation. Beta? Oh, Mumma is here. “You both have to go to Mauritius. For the new launching of the Hydrogen machine.” He said to both of us. I will never go with this bastard.

“No, I will not go!” I declare.

“Dekha, us din ka gussa abhi bhi hai isme” he said to mom. What again he blackmails my mom.

(“See, the anger of that day is still in this”)

“Yug, aese baat nahi karte, tu ja raha hai bas, aur vese bhi tere sign ke binna kese hoga.” Mom orders me.

(“Yug, don't talk like that, you're just going, and anyway, how will it happen without your sign.”)

“But mummy mai is ke sath nahi ja raha akela chala junga”

(“But mummy, I am not going with him, I will go alone”)

"Yug, tujhe pata hi kya hai project ke bare me, vo sab ko handle karne ja raha hu” Parth said, his voice is full of ego, and over attitude. I just scoff. I can’t do anything, now. No one will tell me about my own company.

("Yug, do you even know about the project? I am going to handle everything myself.")

Just then my phone buzzed. “Bade jijaji” (Elder brother-in-law) Not now, I am not in mood of any lecture like “meri Behan se dur rehna”(Stay away from my sister) what about he already taken my Sanju. I excused myself.

“Ye tune kiya hai na, kutte” his voice is full of command.

(“This is what you have done, right, dog?”)

“Hello to you too Jiju! vese kya kiya maine?”

(“Hello to you too, brother-in-law! By the way, what did I do?”)

“You are the one who is posting about Indian Military force.”

“Wait aesa kon bola tere ko, oh I mean aap ko.”

(“Wait, who said that to you, oh I mean to you (formal).”)

“Dekh jyda ban mat” he scoffs.

(“Don't act too smart)

“Ek minute mere pas itna time nahi hai, ki alag alag jagh post karun. Aur aese bhi meri post se duniya ko kya pata chale ga” nice defiance Yug. Keep it up.

(“I don't have enough time to post in different places for even a minute. And even then, what will the world find out from my post?”)

“Acha to kon hai”

(“Okay, so who is it?”)

“How do I know, one of your saali is a mass communication student, maybe she.”

“May be. but she can’t change the internet feed, like a Tech Pro” his cold voice roar at that side.

“At least you told me Pro, Bro…” I did fake sniff.

“Drama king” I am about to say further but he hangs up. Phew… These all are not my family but sometimes feels like more than a family, no matter how much Karan scold me about my small mistakes or roaming around her sister, but his heart knows how innocent I am. I am staring the reflection on mirror, Nazar na lag jaye mere is chaand jese chere ko. O take my baliyan. (, May my moon-like face not be affected by the evil eye)

Well, no matter how I tried to make my mood, it’s always spoiled at home, because of this Mr. Jaiswal and now this Parth is also here. Some people act so innocent in front of you, but they are the most dangerous person in this world. Once legends said, “saap pal le na, lekin apne dost ke roop me dusman mat pal na.” And here in my own house, there is a person who is responsible of this Yug. He is responsible of the disgrace of my father company. I am supposed to be the heir of this company, but here only on papers. I don’t even have permission to know about the projects, even the company Directors, promoters, and the members don’t know who Yug Jaiswal is. I am never allowed to go to office. And the excuse is “let him focuses on his studies. kaam ke liye to sari jindagi hai.” But my father wanted me to work for our company.

My phone buzzed with new message. “My Princess😚” A stupid smile covers my face. Oh, my lord she messaged me. This is the kind of sensations in my body I can’t describe. She messages me…. I am roaming in my room like a lunatic. Oh yes, I am. I can be anything for her. She messaged me her own.

“Mera laptop kaam nahi kar raha”

(My laptop is not working)

“Mai hun na!” I am grinning like a Teenager talking to his crush. It's not that we both doesn’t chat. But every time she messages me, or we talk, there is another level of happiness filed in my whole body.

("I'm here, aren't I!")

“Tumhra mai kya karun, mujhe laptop se kaam hai” I can say, she huffs.

(What can I do for you, I need to work on the laptop)

“This is offensive, at least you can lie. My heart does not break.” I tease her, but she is always in the mood of rowdy, I will wait until she messages me with Love and care.

“I don’t care what your heart gone through; I need my laptop back in working position.” Aww, she looks cute when her cheeks puff with anger.

“Then I am not any mechanic, go message someone else. Tumhe to meri parvah hi nahi hai:(” Another dramatic response.

(You don't care about me at all :()

“Par mene suna hai tumne vhai sab coding vagea ki padhi kari hai.” When she already knew then why she is asking, Princess just order me. You and Only You have this right.

(But I have heard that you have studied all the coding and stuff.)

“Tum mere bare me sunti hooo :) hayee” I will Defiantly get scold.

(“You listen about me :) oh dear”)

“Stop this and meet me in evening, right now I am at Bhabhi’s home.”

“Trisha?” I just confirm.

“hmm”

“Ok, I also want to tell you something, right now you enjoy then we will talk” I don’t know but I want to tell her that I am going abroad for at least 2 weeks. I want to see her expression, Tho I know it will defiantly disappoint me. But still, she is now part of my life. And this is not compulsory that she feels the same as me. This love after all, you never force your love, never. Love always needs mutuality, because it’s not for 2-3 days it's a lifetime thing.

Trisha’s Pov:

We all are sitting on the dining area and having food. His gaze finds me in every second, if I say that I am avoiding him then, yes. Because I don’t know what happen to me that date night. May be guilt that I didn’t tell him about my childhood crush and here he opens up his whole heart in front of me, without thinking twice. We are both opposite.

But Opposite Attracts. Ahh this brain. 

I don’t know but he is too perfect, and I am not even confirming whom I love that snapshoot boy, or this Six feet guy, siting right front of me and staring me like I am the most Presious thing in his world. He calls me moon, he said I am the light of his cold and dark night. But here I am not even able to tell him that our first kiss in my bedroom is the most beautiful, he gave me permission to invade in his life. And I am stupid not even believing that Love ever exists. Whenever he looks at me, there is hundreds of butterflies erupt in my stomach. I feel like my cheeks grown rosy and automatically my eyes fell on the ground. Even on the date he understands, my inner thoughts to say in quietness.

My trails of thought broken when Aunty called me. “Trisha bacche food is awesome.” she praised me. “Indeed, food is really Delicious beta” uncle also praise. I just manage to give them a cheeky smile.

“Bhabhi, kheer is the best.” Kanika chirps. I take the bowl towards her and refilled her empty kheer bowl. “Bhaiya! aap ne kuch nahi kaha” this girl. I glare at her, which she ignores like she does with Yug.

(“Brother! You didn't say anything”)

For once he is taken aback with her question then he composes himself and look into my eyes, no please don’t look at me like this. “Yeah food is tasty.” our eyes locked for little while.

“Thank you” I whisper.

Again, my father and uncle engross in their business talk, Mumma and aunty discussing about my talent. “Hmm, you give her best upbringing.”

“Are kuch bhi Kavya”

“This is too good, Wait have you notice kanii said Bhabhi to her, she won’t refuse” these women don’t have any other topic to discuss. As like me kanii also listing to them, and she also looks at me with sheepy smile, I glare her back.

After the dinner everyone is sitting in hall.

“Trisha bache why not you show your room to Tarun, and also you both get some time to talk in private.” I was busy discussing about my lengha with Kanika for Sanjan’s weeding when mom, told me to take him to my room that too alone.

“Han han go, Tarun” aunty said to him. And he… oh goddd. Such a kid he is, Obedient. Sit up from his seat and gesture me to move further. Unwilling I get up and went to room. The light of the room is off, but the sun light casting from the window creating an Aesthetic environment, the sun light is enough for us. He is looking around with is curious eyes.

“This is second time I am here, that time I haven’t notice your room carefully.” His face is lightening up when he is exploring every corner my room from his sharp and stupidly beautiful black orbs. I am so engrossing in looking at him or say ogling him when his voice makes me flinch on my place.

“Like what exactly you like.” he questioned.

“Huh?”

“You are staring me like I am some kind of…” he pauses then turn fully toward me and look straight into my eyes. “Kind of precious thing, for you. Am I?” His question taken aback me. And the last part he asks very careful with so much hope.

Yess. yes, you are, but I don’t know yet. Ahh. I didn’t answer to his question, but I avert my gaze from his. “So how is my room?” honestly, I do not want to answer to his question.

The room filled with his deep chuckle, which do not take time to convert into slight laugh. I scoff at his reaction, and I know he will tease me to avoid his question. He takes a deep breath and looks outside from the window. Then speak. With his raspy voice he said, “Why are you avoiding me since our date day?” This time his voice carrying deep emotion with mature sincerity. I gulped no because I don’t want to answer but the way he asked.

“Vo… I.. mm I am busy, yeah I am busy” this is only I manage to answer.

He turn to me, his eyes searching truth in my eyes. Which I avoid. I don’t want to show him.

“Now you will lie in this relationship of ours.” he asked. “This is not that Trisha, whom I known.” he shook his head in disbelieve. His eyes speaking too much then his words. betray, Longing, broken, alone, disbelieve.

“Tarun…” I initiate, to speak but what… what will I say to him, that I already love someone else. Then he asked who, what will you answer T, what will you say. He is patiently waiting for completing my sentence.

“Take your time Trisha, I can wait lifetime.” his words did some strange movement in my heart. His voice contains a strange warmth. Like I can’t describe.

“Why are you like this.” my voice is barely audible. He looks at me, there is only one thing I can clearly see in his eyes, LOVE.

“Because I love you” that’s it, my eyes welled with unshed tears. I am at the urge of crying. When a strong gust of wind blew and started turning the pages of my diary placed on the table, and that photo fell out, which marks the end of my day and the beginning of my every day, that hold so much respect in my life. And about which I was unable to tell Tarun; that photo landed right next to Tarun's feet. He bends down to pick up but before him, I take it and fist the photo.

“Show me what is this?” his voice carrying an authority. But I am stubborn. I move towards the wardrobe, I don’t want to show this to him, not now at least. As I open my drawer to hide this, he Fastly snatch it to me.

“Tarun… what” I shout at him, through the frustration and the fear of getting caught. This feeling like I cheating on him. “Tarun please give it to me” My voice cracks a bit, he held his hand high, he is tall I can’t reach. He is 6’6 and here I am barely 5.

“Only when I give it to you, when you let me see” Oh then why I am struggling to take it back.

“No use that is useless. Give it back please.” But he moves towards the dressing table, I grab his t shirt from behind. This is enough of him.

“Tarunn” I yell. This time he stops moving here and there and look at me. I am really tired of hiding this. But at the same time, I want to tell him. Ohh Goddd why only me. “Please, stop this” I breathed I want to cry a lot. But I cannot, what will he think.

“Kya Hua.” he asked gently. “I am just looking at this thing. If you really have problem, then take it back” he extends his arm towards me. I blink my teras. As always. “Trisha, you don’t want to be strong in front of me.” He grab my palm and put that photo on it. I look up to see his reaction after seeing this photo because the face of snapshot is upward. His eyes spread at the photo, and he didn’t even blink.

Astonished?

No, He must be sad. Or may be surprised. NOOO, May be in shock that I am someone's childhood sweetheart. Now what, he will hate me, he will break the marriage alliance. What about me. Then What about US.

“Ye…” his voice is above whisper. “How-” He is really in that much shock. He facepalm, rub his face with both of his hands. Then look at me with glitter eyes. “Ye kya hai”

“Listen please don’t blame me, I was kid when I found this, and… and” A tear escapes from my eyes prison. Which is not supposed to be flow.

“Shhh, rona nahi hai, just answer me. I am with you” He assured me. But there is oddly happiness in his voice.

“And He is my childhood crush. I don’t know who he is but he is with me all the time when I am happy or sad. or I need to tell something, we both have some connection. I think” I whispered in one breath and gather my all ounce of strength to look into his eyes. But here he… he is controlling not to laugh.

What the hell. Here I am crying, and he is laughing. After seeing this state My eyes welled up with more tears.

“Tumhe iska naam pata hai” I turn my face towards another side. And shook my head.

Ye has rha hai. I Hate him, not like that but the way he reacts on this terrible situation.

“Ohhh.. goddd. thank youuuuu” he shouted. On that I have to put my palm on his mouth.

“What is this behavior.” I am still in teras. He kissed my palm and then forehead like a child. And wipe my tears.

“It’s you. It's you. And I was thinking that… oh goddd” He run his hands through his hairs. “I thought that was Nightmare, but that is youuuu, … Now I clearly see her face. god. You are really there.”

Whatever he is babbling I am not getting. “Kya bol rahe hoo”

“Oh, my Chaand…” he pick me up and twirls me like a Disney princess. He is so happy. A soft gasp escapes my mouth. He put me down and held my hands in his “Remember I told you about the dream.” I nodded. “Tell me this boy's name…” he asked. My gaze drops in instant.

“I don’t know” He is looking at me with disbelieve.

“You- you.” he sides face and chuckle softly and again look at me “you don’t know his name, and you are in love with him” I nodded. I am feeling hell nervous and confuse at the same time. “Trisha ab to man jao soulmates IS real.” his eyes are shining like stars in the dark sky. “Here I am dreaming about you, and you have childhood crush or say love with MY photo.” as the words flow from his mouth My own mouth hang.

The words are still ringing in my ears.

MY PHOTO.

His snapshot.

He was the one I loved. I shared my all thoughts my all dreams, my failure to my winning. It's him, oh god it's always him. Finally, I broke. My tears are flowing like a flood. He held me, pull me closer and kissed my top head. “It's, you” I whisper in his chest. “You” My voice tremble with happiness and may be in relief.

“Yes, it's me”

Time passes but we both don't knows how long we hugged each other, now my tears are finished. And his T shirt have Paches of my tears. The outside world seems like not present. At least not for us.

I look at him with so much love in my eyes. His hands are still on my waist, holding me there like a silent anchor. I am looking into his eyes. Like if I avert my gaze and he will disappear. A smile plays on both of our face.

He rests his head on mine and finally I said. “Tarun,” he looks at me, “I Love You”.

His muscle taunt, beneath my touch.

His expression unreadable.

“Say that again” his voice carries a venerability.

“I LOVE YOU” this time my voice is not like hushed, loud enough to echo in the room.

He pushes me back in an instant, and pinned me on the wall, without any warning his lips found mine. And start kissing me, like a mad man who gets water after years.

The kiss is rushed, but with full of promises, love care. He held my nape and pull me closer, that much close that our bodies are touching each other.

The liner, the flicker of his tongue against mine, makes it feel like it all belongs to me. The kiss is deep. I instantly grab his hairs.

He slides his hands under my Kurti, I gasped at his action. And he takes the advantage to push is Toung inside my mouth. I am struggling to take control, but he is more powerful than me.

A muffed voice coming from the side, but we both gracefully ignore, because we both are not here, we are lost in own world.

Click.

Click.

Like a sudden halt. he stops and loses his grip on me, then look at the right side where, she is standing with surprised expression and phone in her hands, Kanika. She clicked our photos.

She Clicked Our Photos.

Our photos.

Like thissss

Like this. Oh goddddd.

“DELETE.” he orders her.

Her hold on her phone tightens and spoke. “Papa calling you, we are leaving.” and in nano seconds she runs down stair.

“KANIKAAA” he shouted but she left.

I am still struggling to thought what just happen. He takes a deep breath and leaves me. Not before peaking on my lips for the last time. He adjusts his T-shirt. And gesture me to come with him.

We are walking side by side, when both of our phone buzzed with notification on the Chaotic group.

A photo sent by Kani.

Shit, she sends our photo on group. His eyes shine with love and mischief, but he composes himself and spoke “We have to answer all of them.” I just nod in agreement. Yes, we need to answer to our friends.

And then like a lovesick, a smile stick on my lips.

＊✿❀　❀✿＊

That's it.

Do like and comment.

Thank you...