At the starting, Casanova don't care.
He leaned against the pillar near the girl and said in his most charming voice. The voice which melted every girl and quickened their heartbeats. Who cares if he hadn't used it for a while? It wasn't any less effective than it was almost two years ago.
"Yeah, what?"
The girl turned to face him and took a concerned step towards him. He felt some students turn back and glance at them; wondering why the always handsome but never the flirt RJ of Imperial Radio Show was stirring up a not-so-formal conversation with a girl two years his senior? But he didn't care. Ranveer Shergill didn't give a damn what others thought of him!
"I've heard that kisses can heal any wound and I'm hurting a lot..." He took her hand and pulled her a little closer, feeling a little happy as her eyes registered the meaning behind his words.
"Really? And where is this little guy hurting?"
Tit for tat. Oh he always liked this type of girls! Taking a deep breathe, he brought her hand to his chest and stared directly into her eyes as he leaned in closer, bringing his seductive lips near her ear and whispering, "Everywhere."
The girl giggled and he pulled back, answering her giggle with a grin and feeling, more than seeing, her give in to his approaches.
"Well then we must not delay. This seems like a serious case and delay can cause some serious consequences which we don't want now, do we?" The girl shifted to give herself some more appeal and he didn't let her effort go to waste. The way he looked at her would've made any decent girl blush.
Decency was never Ranveer Shergill's type.
"As much as I would love to oblige, our Censorship Board is getting a little strict. So, how about we go somewhere private?"
"Sure. I'll just go make an excuse so my friends won't worry. Meet you on the stairs in five minutes, kay?"
"For you, I could wait an eternity." He winked at her and she left after caressing his cheek with her long finger. As he watched her leave, he noticed the extra swing in her walk and smirked to himself. The smirk was still on his lips when he caught the sight of a girl looking at him from the far end of the corridor and his cheek started to burn with the pain that the caress hadn't quite soothed. The smirk went away replaced by something cold and he turned around to leave, without saying a word or expressing any reaction.
And he came face to face with another girl.
The cold was now replaced by something warm but a little distant as this girl first looked at the retreating girl with the swingy walk, then at the girl whom he had just avoided and then at him. And like he expected, there was no question in her glance and no complain in her smile.
"Raat ko cook ko mana karna kuch banane se. Mom made Biryani and I'll bring it over. Wo khaenge, then some ice cream and maybe we'll go on a drive. Bohat din hogaye Mumbai ki raat enjoy nahin ki!" She smiled that warm smile of hers and chirped. A smile so contagious that he couldn't help smiling back and nodding in reply.
"Chal bye! Class hai!" Patting him swiftly on his arm, she rushed away and he watched her go.
"What are you looking at?"
A seducing voice said from behind him and he sighed, putting his game face on.
"Nothing, this pain is getting to me."
"Well then let's not delay, shall we? Trust me, I have many ways that'd make you feel at the top of the world."
He only smirked as she led the way. He glanced back and saw the girl frozen on the spot where he had first seen her that day. As their eyes met, she looked away, wiping her tear stained cheeks. And he just rolled his eyes.
He said out loud as he finished his third helping of ice cream and spread his legs comfortably over the stairs and stared up at the night sky of Mumbai. He knew that the girl was looking at him seriously and he knew he couldn't avoid the subject any more.
"She slapped me...because she thought I brought her to my house with all the wrong intentions."
The voice was nothing more than a murmur but he knew she heard and he knew she was still listening. She always did.
"I don't think I am complaining. I should've seen it coming. Once the bad guy, always the bad guy, right?" He chuckled and looked at his side. The girl sat once step above his, her face resting on her closed fist as she looked at him with nothing but understanding. If only she knew how precious she seemed to him whenever she looked at him like...
"Does it hurt?"
"The cheek? No."
"And the heart?"
"Not much except I can't help wishing it wasn't there...it always worked for me. Thinking with the brain rather than the heart. Twice I thought with it, twice I was hurt. Ab no more. I'm done Moti..."
Silence.
Then he felt two soft arms go around his neck as his best friend hugged him and rested her head against his. He didn't say anything but touched her hand which rested on his shoulder and gave it an assuring squeeze.
"I'm here, you know that?"
She whispered in his ear and he closed his eyes as something stung in them. As he nodded, the tear slid down his cheek and he shifted more comfortably in her embrace and let her gently rock him.
"I'd have died if I didn't have you..."
His reply was nothing more than a barely audible whisper but he knew she heard it.
She always did.
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Biwi (Pree to you guys) told me to write a sadist type OS to blurt out all my annoyance but I ended up writing this. The other day I was reading my MOTW thread (the first one) and when I read my analysis of Ranveer Shergill there, I was nothing but proud seeing that boy become the man he is today. My first favorite character of the show and probably one of my most favorite characters in fiction ever! I know, not everyone likes him, love tou durr ki baat hai and of course everyone has preferences. But his faults and flaws have always made me love him. He has got me so emotionally involved with him that aaah...I can't get over him even if I want to
Okay this might turn into an essay soon so I'll stop it 😛
I'll dedicated this piece to Ranveer Shergill for making me love him successfully for over a year now and to Kunal Jaisingh for being the perfect Ranveer I could ever ask for!
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