HERO

Once just sitting like that at work a plan was made. We all decided to move out for a team outing. A NIGHT OUT.

Without much discussions we all just packed and moved towards our destination. The rooms were booked on our way. All were happy about the small little break that was much needed from our busy schedule.

 

HE was sitting on the front seat in the traveller, assisting the driver with the way. A tall dark handsome guy, with a lovely moustache. Nothing less than a Hero of our Bollywood fraternity.

 

The way he spoke, sat, stood up, ate, drank.. His every gesture was worth a second look.

 

The entire route finished and all I did was admire the white shirt, blue jeans guy with a blue jacket.

 

The traveller stopped at the hotel and the weather outside was very cold. We all took out our winter wears and started to get down the bus. As expected, the Hero was assisting all with the luggage of all.

 

Now it was my turn as I was the last one left. Sitting at the back seat I suddenly stood up and walked towards picking my bag.

 

He was right there.. And started walking towards me. My feet got jammed, I skipped on seconds, just couldn't move. My hero was looking in my eyes and was walking towards me. One step, two step, three step, four step.. And here he was. Standing right across me. “May I help!” He said and moved his rock solid arms towards my bag.

 

Gaining my breath back, I just held my bag from his hands. “Thank You”. He smiled and turned away from me. I followed him.. While getting down, he offered me his hand. With no second thoughts I just gave my hand into his. OMG, he really was a Hero. His touch gave me goosebumps and shivering. Which I guess was so evident on my face that he patted my hand and said “ relax”.

 

Finally we all were settled in our rooms. It was late evening so sightseeing was planned for the morning. I was given the room on the ground floor with a common balcony.

 

The view was breathtaking. Surrounded with hills and water from all over. No sounds, except for that of the cool breeze and talking trees. I was in my black lowers with a pink spaghetti top. The breeze made me cover myself with a pretty pink and black shawl. The moon today looked the prettiest of all days.

 

And here I was.. With my back towards my room's door, I was standing in the balcony remembering how I met my hero, how we fell in love and why we decided to part.

I loved him so much that it hurt. The hurt was there since the day we realized that we could never be together. This kind of a trip we had planned and also wanted to go for, but it just couldn't materialize. The thoughts made a tear roll down by black eyes. Trying to get back to my senses I just turned my face away from the mountains and wiped off the tear.

 

There he was.. Standing on his first floor room’s balcony. I didn't realize, but he was observing me from past few minutes. I tried to move away but his eyes caught my eyes. My feet couldn't move and tears couldn't stop. We kept looking into each other's eyes while he moved down the stairs and reached me.

 

The breeze was cold and it almost turned into wind. He took his hand out of his jacket and wiped off my tears with his fingers. “No matter how far we go, No matter what our decisions are, I still can't see your eyes go wet. They are beautiful. Preserve it.” He kissed my forehead and started to walk away from me. No, I didn't want that to happen. I wanted him here with me. Just his being around, made my heart pump blood faster. I couldn't do anything. Was watching him go..

 

To my surprise, his feet stopped and he turned to see if I was still shedding tears. I turned quickly to hide my eyes. The mountains now again were smiling at my wishes. I could guess that the breeze knew what I wanted.

 

With a sudden jerk someone held my waist from behind and pulled me towards him. It was him. Yes. How could I ever forget this touch. I used to love his hugs. Feeling the same touch again my eyes got shut and my breath increased. He came closer and kissed on my neck, right next to my ear… yes . It was him. It was his breath…

 

I held his hand tight and didn't want him to leave me. He just held my hand and we walked towards the room .. ..

 

The decisions were strong. . but more strong was  

the Love !!