15.I Can't live without you..

Wali reached the Ontario lake at about 8 pm. It was a beautiful site, the whole water scenery , and beautiful dim lights all around, as it was winters so there were very less people, the lake was quiet peaceful and serene. He walked in, by the side of the lake, he saw some couples sitting on benches, holding each other's' hands, he walked further, when he saw her..

She was standing near the fence around the lake. Her beautiful hair were open, and flowing because of wind, her hands were on the fence, She was wearing pink over coat and  a pink knee length skirt, he slowly walked towards her, standing beside her , he saw her fists tightly holding the fence, they showed some kind of anxiety, her fist were tightly holding the fence, and for the first time, leaving his mind behind, he placed his hand over her fist. Farah took a deep intake of breath to see his hard hand pressing against her soft skin, she turned her side and looked at him, he was there!

"a gaye tum?", she opened her fist from the fence and grabbed his hand.

"tumhain kia laga main nahi aaon ga?", he said  and farah laughed as this was the line she said to him earlier, "nahi, mujhe pata tha tum aao gey!", she said again looking at the water, their hands still mingled with each other on the fence.

"pata hai Wali,  I love water, and the fact that it flows, it doesn't stops", she sighed and spoke after long time, tightening her grip over his hand.

 "but I love when it freezes, it actually allows u too capture it"

"But water can never be captured, it melts again, leaving u just with a wet hand"

"I know, but atleast for sometime u feel the flowing water locked in ur hands", he said, tightening the grip over her hand, his hands were pressing hard against her and at that moment she realized that HE was holding her hand, that too so tightly, her heart skipped beat and she was caught offgaurd, she never expected Wali to hold her hand, but fearing this moment would end soon, she more tightly gripped his hand, just in case he may not withdraw it.

"don't worry, nahi choron ga", he said stealing glance at her, and farah blushed on the fact that he understood why she was pressing his hand hard and smiled.

"tumhare bare main kuch keh nahi saktey na., kabhi bhi chor kar ja sakte ho", she said in a mocking style, he looked at her and withdrew his hand with force, leaving farah totally dumbfounded. "haan, yeh tu hai"

"tum ne kaha tha nahi choro gey?", her voice sounded weak.

"kaha tha, but I don't have right to hold ur hand", he said coldly and walked to sit on the bench, farah slowly walked behind him and grabbing her own hand, trying to feel his hand again. She sat beside him, again very close and Wali moved away.

"main tumhare pass ati hon tu door ku chaley jatey ho?

 "kia chati ho farah?", he asked directly

"tumhain kia lagta hai?'

"mujh se mat pocho, u will get amazed", he again looked away,

"ku?, meri ankhein parthey ho?", she was curious but he showed no reaction

 "acha!, tu batao kia chati hon main?", she was insisting, Wali looked back in her eyes,"batao na"

She was not shying in staring straight in his eyes, neither was he lowering them, today he read frustrated expression, she wanted an answer, "bolo?"

He looked at her and unable to ignore the complications he read , he stood up from the bench and again went to stand near the fence.

He moved away from her and farah felt her existence being melted. She was so used to him, every morning she looked forward to meet him, he never smiled at her. May be spoke almost 10 words to her in total but all she was never angry, never did she wished that he should be courteous, friendly, nothing, she loved his  the way he was! Being rude, stubborn, stiff!, these were bad attributes,. But she never disliked them in Wali. Never!, she was the one always demanding care, affection , special treatment. But with Wali it was all different, she even liked the tough looks he passed her, he liked the the way he didn't answer she liked every bad habit of his.

Good habits appeal to everyone, but when u even start liking someone's bad habits,

 then it means u have fallen in love with the person.

 Farah walked slowly and crawled her hands beneath his shoulder, hugging him lightly from back, for a moment Wali felt as if he was dreaming, this couldn't be real! -  but then he heard her voice in his ears, "tum mujhe bht pasnd ho Wali", she rested her head on the back of his shoulder, her voice was weak, soft, fearful, Wali held her hands and jerked her away, pulling her infront of him and pinning her against the fence, looking straight in her eyes, which were blurred due to tears,

"u don't realize u are heading towards fire", he said, looking directly in her blazing eyes, holding her wrists tightly, "I am heading towards light," she moved close to him, freeing her hand from his grip and crawling it up to his torso, driving Wali crazy under her soft touch " u will perish farah", his voice was helpless, he was trying hard to control the pull he was experiencing towards her. The distance between their lips was reduced with farah moving more forward, "I don't care, "she freed her other hand from his grip also, now cupping his face,"atleast u will re-kindle", she said  slightly rubbing her thumb against his cheeck .

"door raho mujh se farah", his voice was breaking and paradoxical to his statement, he grabbed her waist with his arms, pulling her more close, looking in her eyes, which demanded love"kasie door rahon Wali, "she could feel his strong arms around her waist and the barrier in his eyes breaking, "tum door jane nahi dety ho", the breathing space was reducing by every fraction of a second, they moved very very close, that only a wave of air could pass through their lips,

 "I can't live without you", one of them said before they sealed their lips.