❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞
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Kabir and Meher
Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burnin...
"Kahin hai khayal, kahin hai raaz, kahin hai kuaan, kahin hai khaie"
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Mumbai, India
Whenever Meher thought she could take a breather, the masked guy would come back again to fuck with her head. She covered her face with her palms, wanting to scream her frustration but was reminded that Kabir was sitting beside her, patting her back, comforting her.
Without giving it much of a thought, she sank into his arms, taking solace in the comfort he gave her.
"Seriously Meher," Kabir's chest vibrated as he started speaking, "did you ever make an enemy? A common enemy? Someone you might have had a tiff with?"
Meher turned her head up to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean is, there must be someone who has a purpose of coming after you all. You might want to find that person and probably jog through your memories."
She shook my head, thinking over that possibility. "If you did not know, Kabir, I was quite of a wallflower in the college, a loner," the warmth of his arms was now replaced with that of the cold air as he left. She straightened myself and looked at him only to see him looking at her in shock. "Are you trying to say that you were invisible?"
Meher wanted to laugh at his disbelief. Considering Kabir was always the kind who enjoyed attention and was constantly under the public's eye, this kind of reaction was expected from him. "Yes," she answered and his jaw hung in shock. She pushed his jaw up, closing his mouth. "Stop giving me that reaction. I mean being a daughter of a rich man doesn't entitle me to become popular. And anyway, I was thankfully no celebrity back then so it was easy to avoid people's attention. I had a few sets of friends and that was about it."
Honestly? She was pleased to be in that bubble where people didn't treat you differently and that you got to do whatever you wanted to do, which was indeed satisfying. If like Kabir, Meher was recognised everywhere, she would have to go to fancy cafes every day to get her coffee instead of enjoying tea at a tapri.
Her friend circle would have been very different as it would have been something that she couldn't have avoided, like ever.
But Kabir being Kabir did not understand. He kept opening and closing his mouth. "But how did you—"
"Survive?" Meher finished the question for him. He nodded, confirming my words. "Being a wallflower in college doesn't always mean that you are surviving. People kill to be in that position where people don't question their every action. And I had friends, it's just they were not from the same year." she shrugged.
"And that did not bother you?" For Kabir, he had never lived a life away from the limelight and unlike Meher, he was privy to attention— always. It wasn't like he enjoyed it, sometimes he sure did but there were times he would want to spend some time alone but never had that liberty to do so as there were always people around him.
