13/30 Our Song

                                    

                                          
There's a song stuck in her head. It's not particularly catchy or very long but it's annoying her because with the song stuck in her head, it's impossible for her brain to focus on anything but him. 
                          
She'd banished the song from her head months ago, when she'd tried to kick him out of her heart and locked the doors. But, as always seems to be the case with them, he'd wormed his way back in with sweet-and-sincere words, heart-melting smiles, warm hugs and the forehead kisses that made her feel inexplicably safe. And when he'd unlocked the doors to her heart with the key he'd always held and fought off the guards, he'd let the song back in. 
                          
She hates it. 
                          
She hates the way he can make her fall in love with him all over again and the fact that she knows there's nobody else on the planet who'll treat her the way he does - like their equals but also like she's a princess, his princess. She hates the way he makes her laugh like there's no tomorrow and smile in the way that makes her eyes crinkle. She hates that he knows which buttons to push and can tell when there's something wrong and knows how to calm her down. She hates that he'll let her rage at him when she needs to and give as good as he gets when they argue. 
                          
But, most of all, she hates that stupid song. 
                          
It's not even a real song, just a short four lines of his own composition. She'd found it sweet when he'd told her he made it for her but now it bothers her. 
                          
It's not so much the fact that it's stuck in her head that bothers her, it's that the words, which had once made her smile uncontrollably, now feel like false promises - even if they still make her heart flutter. 
                          
What makes it worse is that she has no physical copy of it, no CD to break or file to delete. It wouldn't get the song out of her head but it would give her a small amount of satisfaction at least. 
                          
She finds herself humming it often and angrily stops herself, shooting her headphones in her ears and blasting music when she can. Annoyingly, sometimes (most times) the words still run through her head. 
                          
She's on set one day and attempting to get it out of her head - again - and she swears she can hear the song outside her head. 'Okay Alia, you've officially gone nuts,' she tells herself, putting her headphones in and putting her white noise track on, something she's found to be the most likely to work, though it's not guaranteed. 
                          
She can still hear it though and finds herself humming it again. As she's trying to stop herself from humming, the song gets louder and she looks up to see him walking towards her sining, 'mere dil ki kasam, na juda honge hum...' 
                          
As he takes the seat beside her, she mentally slaps herself for singing along to the last line with him, 'yeh hai meri fariyaad.' 
                          
'You've been humming that a lot recently,' he says, raising an eyebrow and nudging her playfully.
                          
'Don't go getting any ideas Dhawan, it's just stuck in my head,' she tells him, rolling her eyes. 
                          
'Any particular reason why?' he asks, sounding annoyingly like he knows. 
                          
'Probably to remind myself not to fall for your false promises again,' she comments almost offhand. 
                          
'False promises?' 
                          
'Mere dil ki kasam, na juda honge hum,' she reminds, tone cold, just this side of accusatory. 
                          
'That's not a false promise Alu, I'm always here when you need me and we'll always find our way back to each other right?' 
                          
'I- bu-' she mumbles, trying to find a fault in his argument. 'Urgh, you're annoying when you're sweet, you know that?' 
                          
'I know, you've told me before. It's a talent,' he says with a grin. She can't help but grin back, thinking that maybe their song isn't so bad after all.