Music And Love- Ek Choti Si Love Story- (Part 3)

If Tia knew that staying alone would be fun, she thought wrong. It didn't seem like a bad idea at first moving in with Viaan but boy, could he be more clear that he didn't need space. She had seen him roaming in boxers in the morning, making her breakfast when she came home late from work or even ordering a take-out when she really didn't eat because she was too lazy to cook dinner. She wanted to be all by herself or at least that what she wanted to convince herself. she couldn't admit that his presence was bothering her big time. He even played the guitar, the music putting her in trace at times. 

His musky scent, the after shave he used, how his lips moistened when he had coffee and how his breath, so warm blew in her ear. He was really too close for her peace of mind.

"You look thoughtful today", he commented. He looked like he had all the time in the world and sometimes he even worked from home- staying home in that bloody boxers that showed off his long toned legs.

"I am thinking about getting together with friends"

"That's great. You should. After all its been a long time that...".

"Look Viaan", she interrupted, "Just be a roommate and stop being my mom, okay? I know when I have to meet my friends", she bit her lip feeling a blush coming on. She didn't want to be rude but he made her do that.

He looked taken aback too, "Of course. I'll back out. Like always".

"Why are you so interested in my life?"

"Because we are friends. We fight because we have to show how much we care. But you would never understand".

"I...care", she did, in her own way.

"Are you still pissed that I didn't kiss you that night?"

Now it was her time to leave. This conversation was just getting out of hand.

"That was a year ago, Viaan. And I was drunk".

Via wished they could talk about it, "But not so long ago", he had sweet memories of it, "You know what you need...", he was getting up and suddenly very close. She was still in her sleep shorts and when he pulled her closer, she didn't think about pulling back, "You seem so bitter lately".

"Well, I am getting older", she didn't really think so but yes, it did suck to be alone. 

"You will always be that little girl who gave me an umbrella when we were lost on our way to school".

"Viaan...", he came from a modest background and she knew that they couldn't afford even a raincoat back in those days. She, on the other hand came from a business family, "I was glad to borrow that. I love the rain anyway".

"Can I borrow a kiss now?"

"What...", she was breathing unevenly, "You said we shouldn't do it", in fact he couldn't be clearer. The way he had been rough with her, demanding that she go home and get it out of her system.

"I was a fool. I thought I was protecting you. In fact thats what I wanted for years...since the day you turned fifteen I guess".

"Hormones?" she giggled because his fingers were tracing a pattern on her lips.

"So many", he muttered, "I am having an attack of it right now. Kiss me?"

She pecked him softly and then when he smiled, they kissed tasting each other for long, knowing that this was something that was inevitable. 

The childhood sweetheart that was always the love of her life was now in her arms. 

(The End)

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Music And Love- Ek Choti Si Love Story (Part 2)

The washroom was empty. And spacious. Enough for her to puke her brains out. Tia didn't know what was wrong with her. Until she saw Viaan. The man she had been friends with all her life. Hell, she even remembered showering with the garden pipe together after the holi celebrations. How old were they? Nine right?

"You can't handle alcohol. How many times have I told you?"

"And how many times have I asked you to back-off!" Tia couldn't talk. She chocked. And when the slimy vomit was out of her mouth and stuck in a really bad way, she wished the earth swallowed her.
RIGHT NOW!

"Here, have this", And she felt cool water washing her queasiness away, He pushed her hair away and she felt his palms wiping away the tears.

Was she crying? She didn't realise it.

"I am not crying".

"Okay", then he was pulling her closer, hugging her in the most natural way. As if they had never fought and never been angry at each other, "You don't have to let your mom get to you".

"You know how she is". He knew that. A home body all her life, she had a difficult time letting her only daughter go. In a way Tia held on to her parents the same way. Had they not fought about it several times?

"You had this much in London, last time we went clubbing".

"I went clubbing. You just followed me".

He laughed and looked into her eyes, "You looked ravishing in that black dress. And heels. Who can forget the heels!"

"You pervert! You always had a thing for women in high heels", she could laugh now, his embrace felt comforting.

"You know what? I will help you move in".

"There's a great one bedroom flat thats empty in my building".

She frowned at him, "In your building. That will cost me a bomb", she knew that he has been earning well in that software company. Earning more then her with the trips he kept taking abroad, "And I just want something simple".

"Move in with me. I have a three bed apartment and its just wasting away", when she didn't answer he insisted, "We could get back to practising music again. remember how much you loved though peppy numbers on guitar?"

"You are a better singer than me", she admitted and the memories started warming her up, "I will think about it".

"It will be cheaper you know", he grinned innocently, "Since you just have to pay minimal rent".

"Okay okay...tomorrow I'll tell you. My mom will kill me if she knows that I am living with you".

"As friends", he added quickly and let her go. Suddenly everything seemed so bright and beautiful.

The music got loud outside and he felt like dancing on a tune or two. His plan was coming to form. 

(To be continued...)

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Music And Love- Ek Choti Si Love Story (Part 1)

“Oh look he is here again”.

Two very wise aunties sat at a very conspicable space, eyeing the crowd with such minuteness that it would scare the hell out of anyone out there. Especially when they were trying really hard to find a groom for Tia, their beloved grand daughter.

“You mean he still attends all the weddings of the family”.

“Duh!” Sharmila, the elder one rolled her eyes, “I saw him at his cousin’s wedding last year. And this is his brother’s wedding. Why would he miss that?”

“Unless he still has feelings for our Tia?”

“Oh please, keep them away. The last time they fought, Tia had almost ripped the poor man’s hair. And Viaan had left immediately”.

“He didn’t harm the girl, did he?”

“No. He is not the voilent types. At the most he yells. That’s his thing but its pretty scary”, she shuddered at the memory when the boy had given her a piece of his mind.

“And still he is here”.

“So is Tia. She could have avoided this situation”.

“Its her best friend. Come on. I am sure they even shared a cigarette at one of those slumber parties they had”.

And the boys were caught watching them. Tia and Viaan shared a long history. They were neighbors, studied the same school, played music together, went abroad together and then came back angry at each other. Everyone had almost imagined how their wedding was going to be. Only it didn’t happen. They ended up hating each other.

“Its common to be angry with men. They are such assholes at times”.

“You have been widowed long back, Sharmila”, Kammo was trying to sound wiser, “I have been married for bloody 50 years. The man just ate my brain by his constant pesturing. In fact now that I remember those times, I prefer Tia to be single. All her life. And smoke cigarettes”.

“You are a terrible Nani”, Sharmila whispered, “Anyway from what I heard, Viaan is seeing someone. And he plans to marry her”.

“Viaan is not a believer of marriage, he would do without it, if he gets what he wants”.

“Come on. He is not a playboy”.

“But he does have a reputation of helping women out and that pisses off Tia”.

They could see them eyeing each other. And sighed with impatience. It was just love waiting to happen. Another wedding in the house will be so exciting!

"Viaan, how good to see you!" A lovely woman in her late 20's hugged him and he backed away, feeling awkward, "Why, still the shy guy!"

"Come on, Reena, you know thats not it. Your husband's watching".

"So? Let him. He doesn't know how much you have helped me in life. You are like a God to me", she hugged him again and he rolled his eyes. 

"I need to get a drink", he slid away from her tight embrace and went to the open bar. This was the good thing about being at a Punjabi wedding. There was always liquor. 

And Tia. 

"Who was that?" Tia looked flushed and relayed pissed at something. If he thought about it, he was really pissed at her too. And boy did that hair was supposed to fall off her bun like that? What if he just tried to pull them up?

"A friend. We worked together".

"Just worked?"

He was distracted with her hair. She had some gold highlights done and it looked amazing on her. She always glowed that way. 

"Why are you drinking like its your last day?"

"I fought with mom about moving out".

That was news!

"Don't look at me like that! I am 28 and earn pretty well. I do think I need to live by myself once in my lifetime at least".

"Hey am I even arguing?"

"You...you have that look in your eyes..."

Her Kajal was getting in the way. She really did need to hang out in the washroom and get straightened out. 

"Lets' go", he whispered in her ear and she shivered. 

(To be continued...)

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