Alfaaz- The Unspoken Words (Part-1)

This is a two shot.

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Alfaaz- The Unspoken Words :1

“Everybody has talent, it’s just a matter of moving around until you’ve discovered what it is.” ~ George Lucas

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The dance floor was lightened by different kinds of lights that was sparking throughout the club. The feel devoted to the club was different than that to the other common ones. Loud music was echoing in the background while it was the tenth shot he was gulping down.

Looking around he saw many people on the dance floor while some were in a side. Giving his card to the bartender, he moved out of the hall. His black deep — intoxicated eyes, disheveled hair, open shirt buttons, rolled up sleeves and especially his walk giving him the perfect aura of king. Which he was.

The King of Tunes, the King of Music world, but, EX. The music of the new generations was not his quality. He is the king of New “Old” Hits. They say music never dies, but craze does, they do die. Everything that starts has to end, just like his music career.

Vansh Raisinghania, who was the most famous song writer and singer of his time is now the one who is tensed about his ending career. Starting his car in that inebriated state was dangerous but was normal for him. He was used to coming here and then drink and drive.

Many times, he had been arrested for drink and drive but then being rich it was not tough for him to come out in a night. With those intoxicated red eyes he started to drive on the empty road. He looked as it started to rain suddenly.

The street of Mumbai was deserted after a long time or either it was too late in night. His focus suddenly went on the wiper which was moving. He suddenly got distracted from the route. After a while, he blinked his eyes and again looked but it was too late.

A black figure came in front of his car and he ran over it. Shock it was evident on his face. He stopped the car in front of the tree and while sitting only he looked behind.

“God, who was it?” He mumbled to himself and ran his hand through his long hairs. Opening the car, he came out and saw a figure still lying there he moved to it and looked around.

May be thanks to his luck, there was no one except for them. He came to him and looked the area surrounded by blood. His eyes went wide and he got scared. Scared to save the person. Turning his face to him, in darkness he saw a man almost unconscious.

Lifting him up, he immediately took him to the nearby hospital.

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Sitting on the bench in front of OT, he looked at the closed door. His wet figure was making him tensed. Suddenly a hand came on his shoulder and he looked up to see his friend.

“Boss, how come you are here?” Angre, he asked and Vansh looked up at him.

Before he could answer the door opened and he ran to the nurse.

“How is he?” He asked and looked at her.

“Treatment is going on, but he is in critical state.” She says and before he could shoot an another question she excused herself.

“Boss, who is inside? And your phone?” Angre asked again as he saw him standing leaning to the wall.

“Woah, it was an accident. No one was around so, I just brought him here.” He told him looking blankly.

“I-I’ll pay the fees.” He said and was about to go when he stopped him.

“I gave them. Don’t worry.” He said and saw him nodding.

Angre looked as his shirt was covered with blood and his state was more messier than usual.

Waiting there for an hour more, Vansh finally saw the blub getting off and after a while doctor came out. And he asked the same question.

“He is out of danger now. But he will get conscious after few hours.” Senior doctor said and left from there.

“But is it a police case?” Doctor asked Vansh and Angre grew scared knowing he will commit.

“We don’t know, we found him unconscious on the road.” Vansh shot a glare to him and looked as the doctor continued.

“That’s alright, but it can be a police case. We’ll ask him tomorrow.” They nodded hearing him and saw him moving.

“What was the need to lie?” Vansh yelled at Angre.

“Boss calm down, it was for you only.” He told him.

“Why? Won’t he confess tomorrow?” Vansh asked him and Angre looked at the old-man in the ICU.

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Next Morning:

Man opened his eyes and looked at the doctor standing in front of him. “How are you feeling now.”

“Better” He replied and and held his head to find it bandaged. On which, Doctor nodded. “Who brought me here?”

“Actually a man found you unconscious on the street. Is it a police case?” Doctor asked and looked as the man started to think deeply and then suddenly shook his head. “Are you sure? See don’t get scared.”

“No…no, it was my mistake only. I was walking on the wrong side.” He saw doctor nodding and then was about to leave when he stopped him. “Are they here?”

“Yeah, I’ll send them.” Doctor came out and looked at Vansh and Angre. “He is calling you inside.”

“D-did he confessed anything about the accident?” Angre asked stammering and Vansh looked at Doctor who shook his head in no.

Getting inside, Vansh looked at him and then at Angre, who was standing at the door step.

“Uncle, Why you didn’t told him that I did the accident?” Vansh asked looking at the man.

“It was not your fault, I was walking on the wrong side thinking it was late night so nothing would happen. Thank you bringing me here.” He said smiling at Vansh.

“Arey, no uncle, I’m sorry It was my mistake. So it was my responsibility.” Vansh said smiling and then turned to leave when he heard him.

“Can I borrow your phone?” He said and saw as Vansh ran his hand over his pants and then passed him his phone.

Standing at the door step, he waited for him to finish.

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It’s been three days since the accident. Vansh was lying on his bed, listening to his favorite songs. Just when his phone rang, he looked at the unknown number flashing on the screen. He picked it up while being in the same position.

“Hello” He said and his voice came out to be of a drunkards’.

“H–H-Hi” A low stammering voice was the only thing audible to him. Flipping to the other side of the bed, he grew curious to the voice and raising his eyebrows asked.

“Who’s there?” His voice was calm yet the pervious tone might have scared the person.

“I-I-” A stammering and then he felt a deep breath was inhaled by the person, ” Is this Vansh Raisinghania?”

“Yes.” He said getting it to be a girl.

“I-I called you to thank you for saving my father. Thank you!” She said and disconnected the call before he could even ask her name.

“Weird” He said and looked at the number with a lil’ chuckle.

His eyes glistened with a smirk on his face and then he suddenly got up from the bed. Grabbing his jacket, he left the room.

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Looking at the door of Room no. 202. He knocked on it. His eyes roamed around the hospital corridor to see few people there.

Sudden opening of the door made him conscious. But before he could look, his legs got entangled with the doormat and he fell flat on the floor. He looked to see himself on the floor and then a laughing voice echoed across the room.

Raising his head, he looked at the same men and but he was giggling. Turning his head, he saw a petite figure in a corner. Clad in a orange salwar suit, with her long silky curly hairs falling on her shoulders.

Getting his glare, she stopped laughing but was still giggling looking around which he noticed. “I-I’m sorry.” and the same stammering voice made him remind of the girl who called him

He stood up and looked at the old-man.

“I came to ask about your health. How are you?” He asked immediately seeing him.

“He is fine, but who are you?” He heard the voice and saw as the girl came and stood on the other side of the bed.

“Riddhima, she is my daughter.” Vansh heard the man saying and nodded. “He is Vansh sir, I had told you”

He says passing her a glare, may be to behave properly. Making a face, Riddhima went aside and stood in front of the widow.

“So, How are you uncle?” Vansh asked again.

“Arey, I told you he is fine.” Riddhima replied again making him turn back to look at her. She looked at his facial and again turned back.

“How are YOU, uncle?” He again asked while looking at her face and emphasizing on the word ‘You’.

“I’m fine now and Thank you once again for paying the fees too.” He said and Vansh was about to say something when he heard.

“We’ll return soon.” Riddhima again said and instantly turned to look out.

“There is no need uncle, even I was at fault that night.” He said and then a low voice rang in his ears ‘Exactly’, which actually made his chuckle. “When will you get discharged?”

“Day after tomorrow” He finally giggled again hearing her voice but didn’t showed her.

“Children should not speak between elders.” He said looking at her and then raised his eyebrows.

“So, I’ll take your leave. Take Care.” He said and saw him nodding.

Riddhima relaxed hearing him moving away footsteps and then turned back, but he was standing just behind her.

“Bye” He said with a wink while she turned away. Moving out, he looked at her from the window and passed a smile before leaving.

“I’ll also leave now. You know I’ve to go for recording.” She said biting her lips and saw her dad nodding.

Giving him his medicines, she moved out of the ward with her bag.

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Getting in the taxi, she looked at the address on her phone. There was address of three studios where she had to go today but it was not issue. Issue was, if she’ll get selected in anyone.

Cause with the speed of rejections she was getting, it was giving her a negative vibes.

And in the same process, the day came to end. Huffing she sat on the ground near to the tree where it was nothing else than peace. ‘Peace’ was the only thing she got and that too here all alone.

“From where will I get a job?” She said to herself and then felt her eyes getting wet. “No…No, I’m not going to cry. I’m not a loser. I’ll get a job soon.”

She said and wiped the tears before it could reach to her cheeks. Getting up, she grabbed her bag and moved to her house.

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Her eyes roamed around the house, a rented one. Taking a glass of water, she was about to drink when she heard her phone ringing. The caller ID, give her a hope.

“Hello Dhruv, Thank god you called me. Did you do my work?” She asked an immediate question.

“Sorry Riddhima, I got to know few but I’m not letting you work there in that environment. I just called you to tell the same, they had rejected you.” She hummed sadly on hearing him.

“BTW, Which work are you talking about?” She asked and looked at the glass in her hand.

“Riddhima, it’s in a bar. Don’t worry, I’ll arrange a job for you soon, just  wait for one or two days.” She nodded as if he can see her. Disconnecting the call, she sat on the chair being in thoughts.

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Riddhima looked at the short dress in her hand. Her breath started getting heavy as she ran her hands over her.

“Are you sure? I mean will you be comfortable?” She heard the words manager and grew more tensed. “Don’t worry about anyone’s behavior, we don’t allow any misbehavior here.”

She still nodded knowing he was just assuring her. Getting clad in that short sleeveless black bodycon dress, she inhaled a deep breath looking at herself.

The revealing cut on the stomach and neck side was covered with net but was enough to make her conscious. Her mind started berating the thought of pushing away her etiquettes just for money. Getting on a conclusion of searching some other job, she grabbed her dress and was about to move into the changing room when she heard a knock on the door.

“Come-in” She said in a low voice and saw the manager entering.

“Here is your advance, rest will be after the show.” She heard and saw as he passed her a envelop. As he left, she took out the money from it and saw it to be sufficient for atleast paying the bill of medicines.

Taking a deep breath, she grew more confused.

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Vansh gulped down the 5th shot of his drinks. When a melodious voice rang in his ears.

Agar tum mil jao
Zamana chod denge hum

A smile formed on hearing the peace-serving voice. It wasn’t the same like pervious days.

Agar tum mil jao
Zamana chod denge hum
Tumhe paakar zamane bhar se
Rishta tod denge hum

He turned around hearing the voice and saw a girl standing in the middle of the stage with the mic. Her longs were covered with boots, long silky hairs falling on her back while some strands were in front.

Bina tere koi dil kash nazara
Hum na dekhenge

Bina tere koi dil kash nazara
Hum na dekhenge 

His eyes finally travelled to her face and it was just a gap of seconds that he recognized her. His eyes went wide. Turning back, he looked at the manager who was standing aside. Moving to him, he looked at him throwing a glare.

“Who is she?” He threw an immediate question and saw him looking at him.

“Sir, she came here for job. So, I asked her if she can sing. I didn’t knew she is a very good singer.” He said and looked at her from Vansh’s shoulder.

“Stop the show.” He yelled coming in front of him.

“Excuse me, sir.” He asked being completely clueless.

“Are you deaf? I said stop the show.” He yelled and saw few people looking at them.

“Sir I can’t. I’ll suffer a huge loss.” He said and saw as he got a death glare from him.

“I’ll pay it. Stop the show.” He said and saw the man opening and closing his mouth being confused.

Ignoring him, he moved back to her.

Kasam teri kasam
Kasam teri kasam
Taqdeer ka rukh mod denge hum
Agar tum mil jao
Zamana chod denge hum

He heard her and getting on the stage, pulled the mic from her hand. She looked shocked at him and then saw as he pulled her with him.

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Coming out in the parking lot, she jerked away his hand and looked at him giving her death glare.

“What the hell is your problem?” He heard her question and saw her rubbing her wrist.

“What’s my problem? What’s your problem? How come you are here? Is your father aware of it?” He asked and saw her going in to some thoughts.

“No, and who are you to ask me these many questions? No one, absolutely nothing, so what’s your problem?” He heard her question him and ran his hands through his hairs in frustration.

“I was just–” He opened his mouth to reason out but she stopped him showing her palms.

“Don’t ask me anything, Cause I’m not answerable to you. Already you have helped us a lot, Thank you so much for paying the bills, thank you for saving my father and thank you for your concern. But this was the last. I don’t need any of your helps and neither my father needs. So don’t interfere in my life.” She said and saw him moving close to her when she took few steps back.

“See, I don’t have any intentions. I’ll help you. Even-“

“No, you won’t. I was about to get the sufficient money and just because of you.” She paused glaring at him. “What do I do now? My degrees are not enough to lend me a good job. Still I tried to work in any shop but none allowed saying they can’t keep a young girl in there shop. Even they were right what would society thing about them and me. I can’t destroy my father’s reputation.”

“Oh yaa, right now what you were doing you were being accoladed with a trophy right?” She heard him and look into his eyes. “See, I heard you and you are very good singer. Why don’t you continue this as your talent?”

“I did. I did try that too but they rejected me.” Her sad voice made him remember of his dooming career.

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Riddhima looked at Vansh standing in front of her. Wiping her face with the towel, she inhaled a deep breath.

There it was her life, in front of her. She knew she has to give the best. But hesitation was stopping her from doing it.

“Take a deep breath and I know you’ll give the best.” She heard him and gulped down the water in a shot. It was getting difficult she was standing in front of the music director who can see her nervousness clearly.

“Will she be able to sing? I don’t think so.” He said eyeing her form.

“She’ll. You don’t have to worry and excuse us.” She heard Vansh saying and saw him leaving. “Sit.”

Sitting back, she saw him sitting in front of her.

“You want to sing?” She nodded immediately hearing him “Then why are you getting nervous?”

“I don’t know, for the first time I’m going to record a song with any audition and that too in front of so many people.” She said looking around. “I’m n-nervous.”

“Um- then close your eyes and then try.” He said and saw him looking at her.

“Lyrics?” She asked him and saw him forwarding the page to her.

Getting up, she started to learn again.

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Standing in front of the mic, she wore the headphones. Inhaling a deep breath, she nodded at the thumbs up.

Mazilein rusva hain, khoya hai rasta
Aaye le jaaye itni si ilteja
Yeh meri zamaanat hai, Tu meri amaanat hai haan

She started with the face of the song.

Mujhko irade de, kasme de, vaade de
Meri duaon ke isharon ko sahare de
Dil ko thikane de, naye bahane de
Khwaabon ki barishon ko
Mausam ke paimane de
Apne karam ki kar adaayein, Karde idhar bhi tu nighahein

Completing the song with her soft melodious voice, she could only hear the appraisal for it. She looks as Vansh entered in.

Moving to him, she engulfs him in a hug due to excitement. He looks down at her small form surrounded by his arms, while her were wrapped around his torso. She releases and back off.

“Congratulations.” Mumbling he saw as she nodded joining her hands together.

“Thank you!” She said and saw him forwarding a letter.

“So, Will you work with me?” She heard and read the contract and went into thoughts.

“Exactly, we would like to work with you.” She heard the voice of the music director.

Nodding she signed the contract.

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Getting inside Vansh’s car, She looks at him sitting on the driver’s seat.

“Party?” He asked and saw her saying no. “Then Ice-cream will work?”

“Yaa, Chocolate. Yours?” She asked and looks at him.

“Anything you want is my favorite.” His confusing words were making her more confused. Looking at the seat belt, she tried to take it out.

But then felt a sudden weight on her either side, turning around her eyes met his deep black orbs. Rolling her eyes, she looked at the sparkle in his eyes. Averting her gaze, he tied the seat belt.

Driving the car, his gaze again and again used to go on her while she was thinking something deeply.

“So? Your family?” She asked knowing him looking at her.

“I’ve a friend.” He said and looked at her frown. “No one else.”

She nodded mumbling a ‘sorry’ in a low voice.

“BTW, What was the reason of your bitterness towards me?” She heard him and remembered of her behavior on their first meet.

“I thought you were the one behind the accident and just to save yourself from being jailed, you are helping us.” She said and saw him smiling.

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The days went smoothly with her rising career and a restart to his career. Days start with the recording and night went with her smiling and laughing around him.

It was around a week, and the last day to the recording of their album. But before that only her voice was taking a place in everyone’s heart. With her melodious voice, she won the heart of every generation.

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Looking at the door of VR Mansion, she pressed the bell. After a while of standing there, she was greeted by Angre who passed her a smile by welcoming her.

“He is in his room. You sit here, I’ll ask someone to send something for you.” She nodded and saw him leaving.

Her eyes roamed around the Mansion and all over the antiques. Curiosity took over her to know more about the place, moving to the stairs she went to the upstairs. When she saw a servant coming from there with a glass filled of juice. Asking him, she got to know where he is.

Knocking on the door, she stood out but the door opened on itself. Pushing the door, she peeped in and roamed her eyes all around the room to find no one.

“Angre said he is here only.” She said and then entered in taking slow steps. Looking around she kept the juice beside the bed and turned to leave sadly when she saw him behind her with his raised eyebrows.

In shock, she stumbled back when her hand got stuck with the bed post and she fell with him over her. Opening her eyes, she looked into his eyes. Looking down, she saw him shirtless and that too with just towel draped around his waist. Biting her lips, she instantly closed her eyes.

“You didn’t told me that you were that desperate to meet me.” She heard his voice near her ears and felt a shivering sensation in her body.

“No, I just came to look around when I got to know this is your room.” She said opening her eyes.

“Really?” He said and saw her nodding, moving his hands from his waist, he held her hand wrist shocking her. She looked at him as he shook his head making those water droplets fall on her face.

“Vansh…” She shouts trying to stop him. He chuckles seeing her laughing. Getting up, he lends a hand to her for getting up.

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Looking at the punctured car, he sadly looks at Riddhima. “We are stuck.”

“Now?” He looks around the deserted road.

“We’ll have to spend the time in car. Until Angre brings another car.” She saw as he was about to get in the car.

“Shall we walk and go? It will be boring sitting here and doing nothing.” She saw him nodding.

Walking on the road, she felt him holding her hand and entangling his fingers with hers. Not getting any serious response from him, she ignored it.

“So, since when you were singing?” She asked him a breaking the silence.

“Since I was in orphanage.” She looked as with that he start to tell her everything about himself.

While he was busy telling her his stories she was busy gawking him openly. Keeping her gaze fixed on his features, his beard, long thick gelled hairs, she smiled.

“What are looking so keenly at?” He asked pulling her in front.

Looking around she shook her head in no. He chuckled pulling her closer.

“Am I that handsome?” She heard him and shook her head in no. “NO?”

“I mean yes.” She said and closed her eyes embarrassed. He smiled hugging her tightly and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you” She said to herself in a low voice and thought it was not audible to him.

“Love you too.” She heard his husky voice near her ears while keeping his hands on his chest.

Biting her lips, she hid her face in his chest.

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