" And all I loved, I loved alone. "
                                              -Me
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Diya still stood there confused, with her lips inches away from Mohit's.

A shared kiss would have been great. But then, things don't always turn out to be great.

"Man kissing those lips would be the dream of any girl....wait, DON'T MELT YOU IDIOT!" she scolded herself, blushing a little at the thought.

But, we do crazy stuff to hide our feelings sometimes. So, the next thing Mohit remember was, receiving a punch on his head, before being knocked off balance.

"Dafaq is wrong with you, woman?" he howled, holding his head.

She pouted her lips in a mock smile and replied, "First, don't make up stories for covering your mistakes.

Second, don't hop and run around like a kid in front of me or you'll be treated like one."

Nikki started to sing from behind, "Papa got a beating...papa got a beating..."

At that moment, Mohit even felt like running away to China was a good option. Situation crisis.

His mood was again back to being broody.  So, grumpily mouthing a "Sorry" he started to walk towards his room.

Just then, he felt something clutched at his wrist. Looking back, he saw Diya holding him by the wrist. Her face had a cute "don't be mad" kind of look.

"Mind going on a walk with us, grumpy ?" she asked, feeling a little guilty about hitting him that hard.

"I can also come ?"

" Aww babyyy, what will we do without you...."

The sarcasm in her tone was lit.

"That's the best you've got ?? Pitiful," he replied incredulously, still nursing his head.

"I think I have a mini Hulk in my house....who in the world would otherwise hit so damn hard??" he thought to himself.

"So can we move already? Can we? Can we?" she demanded, tickling him at places where he wasn't ticklish at all.

"Better get a mental checkup done, pinkie."

"You..."

Nikki suddenly interrupted, by coming in-between.

"I have someone to meet, you fools," she thought, while trying pushing them outside. She was starting to feel agitated.

"C'mon we'll be late, Papa. You fight with your chick later. Let's just gooo already."

"Easy kid. And, who did you call "chick", just now ?? " he asked shocked.

"Maybe the cute girl standing over here?? " piped Diya, with self pride dripping from her voice.

"I can only see a pink baboon though."

"I'll kill you for this!" she shouted, ferociously charging at him.

But with a swift movement just in time, Mohit opened the door and sprinted outside to avoid the facing her punch yet again.

After having a quick game of "Chase me if you can" for a few minutes, she really had to call quits.

Her level of fitness wasn't anywhere near that of Mohit's. So, huffing and puffing like a puffer fish, she stretched herself on the lawn, trying to catch some air.

And thus, they all were outside on the beautiful sunny day. That too, on a very peaceful note.

After few minutes of waiting, as Mohit finished up with the parking process, they all headed to the park nearby.

On the way, they had to halt three times, which was by the way, too much, as the park was only a few miles away.

But then, Indians never are satisfied with little.

So, having a nice breakfast at a dhaba nearby, they again started their "journey" to the park, which was in view already.

Upon reaching, the first person to greet them was a little boy named Cody Arora.

Mohit knew the boy very well as he lived just three blocks away from them. He also was Nikki's best friend and playmate, with both of them being of the same age.

"I was waiting for you," he said, winking at Nikki.

"These two were fighting and that's why we are late," she replied, pointing Mohit and Diya.

Soon after that, they went holding hands with each other to play with the rest of the kids.

"Oh wow...now little kids roam about in front of me, holding hands. While I sit here watching them like a complete loser," Mohit sighed, thinking.

The thought was making him feel even worse than he thought it would.

"THOUGHTCEPTION" on point.

He looked around for little Cody's parents and found them sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the park...HOLDING HANDS !!

" Great... I'm not mad at all.
Park is after all a place for romance. Don't blame others Mohit, you are the misfit, " he muttered to himself darkly.

Seeing him morose and grumpy, Diya tapped on his shoulder and gently said,"Mind if we sit at that bench ?"

"I'm in for anything that would kill my time."

Having seated and letting a few minutes pass in silence, Mohit started speaking,

"A boy with a dusky complexion, having Indian parents named Cody Arora....like seriously ??

Why do people have such weird names ?? Why is he Nikki's best friend ?? And, why is everyone holding hands ?? How boring... "

Suddenly, he felt Diya's hand on his. Her nicely toned hand now was entwined with that of his.

Everything suddenly went quiet. It felt like forever had beautifully descended on them.

Smiling, she said, " You could have just said that you are feeling lonely, mister. Remember this Mr Grumpy, you are not alone. I'm here with you. Just grab my hand if loneliness scares you. I'll never let you go. I promise."

Being loved was a feeling that he never had felt before. That little speck of physical affection broke away the shell, and he cried.

Cried...and cried...and cried, until all the pain condensed into tears.

He revealed to her everything regarding his past, and she was more than once in tears listening to the pain that he had went through.

He even said about last night's incident and his plans about going to Goa.

"How could someone be so nice after going through so much ?" she whispered looking up at him.

"I don't k-"

Words failed him as Diya tightly clasped her hands around his neck, taking him into an embrace. Hugging him like it was the end of the world. Like it was the last thing that was needed to be done.

Even the loneliest of the people crave affection, and Mohit was no exception. He felt secure, might even happy. That hug felt like making him want to fall in love again.

Hugging her back even tighter, he just hoped it would never end. World was at peace. The souls were quiet. It was forever in process.

"When are we leaving ??" she asked after what felt like ages.

They broke away from the embrace. End of an happy dream.

"Maybe tomorrow or the day after that. Not sure. We should pack our things, though," replied Mohit, stealing glances at her.

"Fine," she replied, with a distant feeling in her voice. Mohit was a beautiful person to fall in love with. But, he too was in love with Aahana and his love was undying. 

People don't always return the love we adore them with, that's how life works. And, Diya knew that life wasn't fair.

"Aahana is really lucky to have someone like you," she said, looking away from Mohit.

A silent tear rolled down her cheek....

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