And this thing turned out so evil, don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind...
Prayaas' alarm tone.
Sakina hated that song when she was with him.
It rang, menacingly melodic, reminding them they had to get up and part...
She was not ready to leave him yet...
She loved that song when she was alone.
It reminded her of Prayaas, and the warmth when he locked her in his arms... displaying no sign of letting go...
Sakina didn't know what was between her and Prayaas.
It went deeper than trivial words of justification and stopped short of real expressions of emotion.
All she knew was she liked him. And she knew he did, too.
She trusted him beyond reason.
More than once had she wondered why she felt so comfortable with him.
Maybe because he had never let her down.
Maybe because he'd been there when she least expected it.
Maybe because she knew he'd stand by her and hold her when she faltered.
It was beautiful, this thing they had.
She cracked jokes that nobody but she laughed at, and she looked at him, loving the look on his face - incredulity at her animatedness, frustration at the dumbness of her joke, affectionate acceptance and surprise at her being herself - all mixed together. That gorgeous smile. He looked stunning. She could look at him forever.
And every small step counted.
He exuded confidence and a sense of peace, she felt calm and protected when she was with him.
And sometimes, lost in his independence and self-sufficiency.
Do opposites attract?
He was quick to warn her that she ought to be wary, both of others and him, considering the kind of person she was and the way people were.
How she wished he'd be as speedy and upfront in telling her what was on his mind at any given time...
His answers more often than not disappointed her with their detached candor. As she'd observed multiple times, his honest answers were not the best answers she was longing to hear.
His gentle side was surprisingly pleasant. When it rained, it poured!
She relived the moments when they were together a million times in her head.
How could she explain this?
She knew she was asking for trouble by analyzing this and setting herself up for sadness...
Trouble was, she didn't function that way.
But she knew this... For all his care-a-damn nature, Prayaas was a wonderful person, witty and genuine.
'Cause you feed me fables from your hand...