OS - ISHQ TERA LAE DOOBA

Imlie being shy was one of the rarest thing one could ever encounter with their eyes.

May be it would not have been this rare if it wasn't for all the stupid insane things she had to bear and face early in her life.

May be Aryan singh rathore's entry would have been much earlier,much before anyone else did......

Why does that even matter now?

For imlie, it was her ABP who mattered the most in her life.

She was thrown back into her teenage with his care and love. He, being a dumbo, never realised what he said and did to her but she was not stupid to fail to notice his care.

He cared for her before too but the care, after they got married, reached another level and gave another meaning to it.

She was behaving like a teenager who had a secret crush on her friend.

She would often keep smiling thinking of how cutely he would scold her for being irresponsible about her health,

{ ' imlie .... How can you be so careless ? ' when she was down with fever but was working late hours.....

He himself tucked her to bed and caressed her to sleep ..... }

for being so immature at times,

{ ' why do you behave like this ? Look at you ..... '  he said when she fell off from the bed while jumping on it

He lifted her up giving his hand to hold on }

and for being stupid sometimes.

{ ' do you have any idea what would have happened if I came late ?' he said when she was almost locked in office even after working hours }

She would often blush thinking about it in her office hours.

Her colleagues started observing her behave like that. They started gossiping about her new found interest in love. Her blushing, smiling like an idiot, doing all sort of silly things, singing love songs and sometimes getting lost in thoughts while writing a report. Often, her colleagues teased her to say whom was she thinking of.

[ Consider that aryan and imlie haven't revealed that they are married at the office ]

The whole office was going bonkers on her secret lover kind of thing as she wasn't revealing anything.

She speaking something so girlish, trying to know words like crush, attraction, first kiss, first date and stuff made people  believe she was in love....

Why wouldn't they?

She started joining her colleagues in  mid-week movie session, tea breaks, listening to office radio, humming new song tunes, roaming in the office casually.....

She also started listening to bollywood romantic numbers, watch some romantic dance videos and also try dancing to slow numbers not like her original jhee fireeeeee dance steps.....

In onesuch incidents, priya ( her colleague ) had caught her singing a bollywood song when imlie was roaming around the office in early hours of morning, holding strange things in her hands and singing as if saying those lyrics to lifeless things around her .....

I : " har dafaa vahi
       Jadoo hota hein tu jo mile ...."

[i feel the same magic everytime i meet you]

Priya saw her singing these lyrics to a cup of coffee which was placed on top of her cubicle, as if saying those words to the mug

She saw imlie twirl around and sing these lyrics in air as she twirl for 3 rounds ...

" Ho.... Sab savar jaata hein ....
Yaara andar mere ....... "

[ Everything falls into place in my heart ....]

Priya saw her looking at a photo on her desk and singing these lyrics

" Ek lamhe mein kitne,
   Yaadein ban jaati hein ......

[ How so many memories are created within a moment .....]

When she saw her lifting the frame into her hands bringing it close to her face with slight tears in her eyes smiling so wide, which priya never saw her doing so

" Mein itna hasti hun
Aankhen bhar aati hein.....

[ I laugh so much that brings tears to my eyes....]

[ This was the photo in the frame ☺️❤️ ]

And she kissed the frame, put it close to her chest hugging it tight as tears rolled down her cheek as she closed her eyes.

Priya who was watching her secretly, felt so good to witness the moment of her realisation of love that she silently went away for not to disturb her, in her peace.

Priya who was her close friend in office, had an idea about imlie's sufferring and genuinely wished good for her. She knew imlie was falling in love but never asked her. She heard the office gossips too and when she saw her in this state she felt happy. She prayed this would be her first and last true love in life.

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She would often smile to herself while being lost in some thoughts. Sometimes she would talk to herself as if in conversation with someone,

I : " you know I always wanted to say this to you but I wasn't sure how you would react ......"
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" What if I say and you won't agree ?"
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" It's tough to not see you for hours in a day ..... Where are you ?"
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" Always khadoos not even a smile in a day ..... See, I will make you smile someday "
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" your scent is always my favourite "

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Her blushing would often make people feel that being in love is a magical thing.

She started wearing new dresses which was out of her routine. Like wearing some good fresh colours, floral printed tops, rayon kurtis and long length maxi dresses too. When asked she would say,

I : " just like that..... I am trying new things "

" Oh this ! I found this pretty !"

" I did street shopping and this was cheap so brought it"

All her reasons were to cover up the fact that she liked the reaction of her ABP when she wore such dresses. He looked surprised and lost. Well, may be that's why she would wear them and get his attention

sometimes wearing same colour dress for the whole week but in different outfits and when asked she would say,

I : " this colour has got me addicted "

" Is this colour good ? Oh I just love this !"

" I would go on this colour for weeks "

Her colleagues were fed up with her obsession with single colour sometimes

None knew that, out of daze, her ABP had once complimented her, saying she looked good in that colour. And she brought  dresses  of that colour for the whole week.

She also started drinking coffee which was so unpredictable. She was always that tea addict in the office who would drink tea at any time of the hour but she drinking coffee was not her thing.

I : " Black coffee " when she ordered in cafeteria everyone looked at her in shock.

When asked she said,

" Oh ! I have a bad headache"

" But you drink cutting chai na ? " Vishal ( her editorial colleague ) asked

I : " black coffee goes best with my mood now .... Don't stop vishal or i would break your head now ...."

She sounded irritated.

After having black coffee she was back to normal and worked for 2 hours staight.

This reminded them of the boss. Though it seemed to look like him, she would compensate that by chit chatting with everyone extra sweetly so that they don't get that clue of her adopting his things.

She also grew protective of her things, like her bag, a pen she carries with her, her desk, her place, her notepad and even her ID card. Anyone who would take them with or without asking her, she would get angry.
She would not tolerate someone touching it forget using it.

Only imlie knew why they were important.

Her bag was once torn due to a rusty nail and she was getting late so on the way to office ASR had took her to shopping. When she couldn't decide which one to choose, he brought her a bag saying she can start using this as a trail piece and then come later to get one, of her choice. She smiled and took it. Something no one knew was, she liked that he brought something for her and she kept it not wanting to change it.

Her pen - that was his token of appreciation on writing article about brothel women, their rights and need for some empathy towards them. She would keep that pen with her and would write atleast a sentence with it in a day or sign her name at end of article with that pen. It was special to her.

Once ASR sat on her chair unintentionally while having a general meeting with staff over a issue keeping his arms on her desk and from then on, she won't allow anyone to sit on her chair saying it's her place.

ID card - it was very special to her as he made her wear it himself congratulating her on being promoted as featured writer. She would not let anyone touch it or handle it.

All these things which made people believe that she was in love and was slowly growing obsessed with that lover of her.

Priya who was observing everything, had started realising that imlie was behaving like someone she knew.

She pushed her thoughts aside for thinking something like this but imlie's behaviour was giving so many hints.

Asking her directly might not sound good as the friendship with imlie might take a sour turn if she asks something like that. So she dropped the plan of asking her.

Her doubts were unintentionally confirmed when she saw her wearing a coat and dancing to the same song which she was singing days ago.

" har dafaa vahi
   Jadoo hota hein tu jo mile ...."

[i feel the same magic everytime i meet you]

Ho.... Sab savar jaata hein ....
Yaara andar mere ....... "

[ Everything falls into place in my heart ....]

Ek lamhe mein kitne,
   Yaadein ban jaati hein ......

[ How so many memories are created within a moment .....]

Mein itna hasti hun
Aankhen bhar aati hein.....

[ I laugh so much that brings tears to my eyes....]

She saw imlie doing slow choreographed salsa dance with coat and was stunned how in sync she was with music.

    " Ishq tera lae dooba ....." 

[ I have now drowned in your love ..... ]

She saw her do a signature step on the title line of the song and when she turned Priya recognised the coat only to be stunned.

" Aryan Singh Rathore ?"

Priya gasped closing her mouth with her palms

" Oh no ! Sir shouldn't punish her if this truth comes out .... Poor girl .... Why should she love him ? "

" I agree he is hot but he's strict and hitler too.... He protects her everytime too but always harsh with her and on her.

Oh god ! Please don't let anything wrong happen to her .... Spare imlie god !"

She prayed god not to break imlie's heart as imlie needs to be happy.

She also asked god to make their boss good so that imlie won't have to suffer his hitler things. Priya was a good person so she prayed god like this not knowing the fact that she was not just imlie but she was imlie aryan signh rathore.

Imlie who turned around saw priya praying to god. She immediately corrected herself and stood straight hiding the coat in her bag

I : " priya !?"

P : " imlie.... Are you okay ?"

I : " yeah why !?"

P : " you haven't got anyone else to love other than our boss? "

I : " huh ?"

P : " " what ?"

I : " who said I'm in love with boss ?"

P : " the way you were behaving since many days we all know you are in love but when i saw you with his coat I was like why did imlie chose hitler ?"

Imlie chuckled at the mention of hitler as she knew how people were scared of ASR.

P : " you are laughing ?
          Stupid woman !! 
Why do you get into mess  where boss will get an opportunity to scold you ? "

I : " arrreee..... Wait "

P : " what wait ? you are crazy "

I : " arree.... How can someone have control on that priya !?"

P : " i agree but what if he scolds you ?"

I  : " I'll handle ...." She said smiling thinking about something

P : "I don't know from where you get this strength to bear him ? Please imlie think again !"

I : " soch liya ! " she said with such a determination in her voice that priya could feel her strength of love in voice.

P : "All the best ! " She said patting her shoulder walking away from her, leaving behind a madly in love woman of aryan singh rathore.

The end

With love,

Writer_Ak ☺️❤️