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THE MOST ROMANTIC SCENE EVER
(Popularly known as the Red Saree Scene)
She runs through the corridors of the academy, wanting to see him, wanting to see him see her.
She turns the bend and stops on seeing him pass by with hurried steps, rolling up his shirt sleeve. She wills him to turn and look at her.
Something makes him turn to his left, and what he sees stops him in his tracks. He is stunned and awestruck.
She might be a tomboy, living in a male dominated environment, but the attire she has adorned herself with, and the look in his eyes transforms her into this shy woman unsure of herself.
She lifts up her hand to smooth her well brushed hair and lowers her eyes. A seemingly innocent, utterly feminine gesture. A gesture enacted by millions of women down the ages. A gesture that can convey thousand different messages.
Does she mean to say, "This is for you, do you like it?" Did he receive the message?
He seems to have.
With slow unhurried steps he walks towards her. He seems to be in a trance, bewitched by her beauty.
Unable to stop herself, she walks towards him, covering the distance between them.
He drinks in her beauty with his eyes.
All the feelings he had desperately tried to bury deep within him, surfaces. He hears this deafening roar, his heart is being buffeted by even stronger emotions. He is unable to control himself, and all the pent up emotions come out in the form of this, oh, so sweet sound,
"Naina"
Her heart is in turmoil, filled with so many emotions, she hears herself say something. He gives some appropriate reply. Even as he speaks he regains some control over his senses, and becomes somewhat conscious of his surroundings.
He might be a tough man brought up in military surroundings, prepared to face life's tough challenges, but no training could have prepared him for this.
He stutters and stammers, becomes breathless, unable to convey a simple message.
She might be the student, but seems more in control over the situation, and asks him if what he had been trying to say was a compliment.
He wants to tell her that he had just bared his soul to her.
But the only words he could utter
"It is just a compliment "
There is so much to convey.
In this eternal conflict between mind and heart, the mind wins and he knows he has to leave.
He wishes her goodnight, knowing fully well that for him it is going to be another long guilt-ridden, painful and sleepless night.
Wanting to say something more he leaves the sentence unfinished. She looks at him with great longing…, trying to capture him with her kohl lined eyes and trapping him within her heart, waiting for him to continue.
This is his undoing. The truth he did not dare to acknowledge hits him with full force. She is no longer this little sister of his friend, there is no longer this teacher student relationship. He at last reconciles with the fact that she is a fully grown up beautiful woman.
There is this new kind of torment, a longing, a thirst that only she could quench.
He knows he has to leave.
He flicks his collar, casts sidelong glances and leaves in a hurry.
Did she understand this very masculine gesture? She must have, because she does not stop him.
His legs feel weak, he leans against the wall. He tries to bring his racing heart and this sudden rush of blood under control.
He admonishes himself, saying he must be court marshaled for what had just happened.
She leans on the other side of the same wall, chiding herself for behaving like a school girl, and says aloud what she had known deep down in her heart.
"But I think he liked me"
Two foolishly innocent souls, separated by a wall, reliving every magical moment they had just created amidst the dull, colourless and lifeless corridors of the academy, little knowing that an abstract, much stronger and insurmountable barrier is waiting to separate them ……. forever.
(He looking raw and manly, she looking feminine and beautiful, such a contrtast. Even the dress.)
A warm hug to all the RPFC friends for introducing me to this scene.
I saw it, I tasted it, I loved it.
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