#ramfanfics

[irisesforyoureyes]

okay guys I know I killed Naaz but I still want to write about them so after the first time they met, here is another encounter between them- in continuation of PERHAPS Naaz’s pov I pushed open the gleaming glassed window on the wall of my room with a jolt to get basked in an onslaught of light. And as I looked in the mirror with the sunlight adorning my skin in golden specks of glitter, I couldn’t help but succumb to the desire and yearning to dress myself in a flailing kurta, strap jhumkas to my ears and complement them with a nose ring, bring out the brown of my irises with the prominent strokes of kajal and braid my long hair turned bronze in the sun’s rays, leaving a few bold strands to waft with the melodious air. As I was admiring the tender authenticity of its beauty, from the corner of my eye, I  recognized an all so ever familiar pair of suspenders amongst the buzzing marketplace beneath. I leaned over the window sill with my hand raised in a waving position, my lips parting to call out his name until hesitation played the spanner in the wheel. I barely know him. What am I doing? He is probably minding some vital business. But that hopeless portion within me craved for more convincing. I gloomily lowered my hand and turned back to my room, halting my steps when I heard my name called out. I spun to see Ram, a beaming smile on his face and his right hand waving ecstatically to me while the other one rolled up a crinkled piece of paper. I let my face break out into a wide grin. “Mind coming downstairs?” the voice was casual but the tone emitted a strong sense of pleading. I furrowed my eyebrows and wore a smirk, my face radiating cockiness.  “Please,” he shouted over the animated chatter of the people swarming through the market. ‘Be there,’ I mouthed. We strolled together alongside the vendors decorating the fringe of the place, rambling about pivotal matters pertaining to the society with a heavy dose of absolute irrelevance in the conversations. “So what have you been up to these past four days since I last had the privilege to meet you?” he asked. I put down the daisies I was soaking the sweet scent of before answering his question, “I um slept and ate. That's what I really did basically. And oh went on an invigorating horse riding spree the day before. What about you?” ”Well I co-” I cut him off, “What's that coiled paper you have been tagging along with yourself from the morning?” “That, my friend is a sketch of someone I am looking for,” he unfurled the creased paper, “Do you happen to know him?” ”First of all, I am not your friend. Secondly,” I shook my head in refusal, “My daydreaming absorbed self barely knowns anyone except the people I need to finish my chores.”  I picked up some sunflowers from the display. ”Never met such a selfless, altruistic personality in my life,” he mused. I put the yellow delicacies in my hair, raising my eyebrows for his opinion. He contorted his thumb into a circle and the rest of the fingers stretched upwards. I rid my hair of the flowers and put them down. ”Funny” he said mockingly.  ”Your opinions are necessary for me to determine to what extreme I need to change it. Anyways you were saying something..” I traced my hand over the serene violet of a few buds as he spoke, “I completed the book you recommended to me,” I almost dropped the unbloomed flowers from my grip as I stared at him with my eyes almost out of their sockets and my lower jaw almost unhinged. I rushed forward embracing him in a hug and realizing a bit too late what the fuck I had just done. But before I could fall into the depths of my awkwardness and mortification, he tightened his arms around me and retuned the hug willingly.  “I loved it. And if that's how I am going to be rewarded, you better spit out every book you have ever read,” “Not so sly now, young man. Besides, unless you are pretty confident about the theory of 7 births, you can only dream to accomplish what I have,” “Young woman-” noticing the scowl on my face, he began again, “Naaz, I am up for the challenge.” “Sure you are,” I murmured absent mindedly as I gathered a handful of violets and orchids together. “How much for these?” I enquire from the florist, motioning to those yet to be bloomed beauties in my hand. He took the flowers from me, examining them and said, “50 paise maim saahib” Ram stretched out his hand, his fingers clutching the coins only to receive a smack on his arm from me. “Ouch,” he gaped, rubbing his palm on his arm. “Why thankyou so much, o saint but I believe I'm perfectly capable of paying for my own wants. Wouldn't you agree?” “Absolutely but consider this as a token of chivalry on my behalf. Can you?” “What, because you are a man?” I rebuked. “No, because I am a friend.” “Fair enough,”  A giddy smile lit up on his face as he paid the required amount. “What?” I demanded. “You just agreed that I am your friend.” I mimicked him childishly before yielding to a genuine laughter. “Anna!” we revolved around to see a man scurrying over to us. “Akhtar!” Ram exclaimed. The man caught up to us and heaved out “I have been looking around all over for you. Where have you been? Lunch is ready and everybody has been waiting for us.” “Akhtar, meet Naaz,” he turned to me, “Naaz, Akhtar.” “Lovely to meet you Akhtar,” I said shaking his hand. “Lovely to meet you too, Naaz. Its a beautiful name.” “Thankyou,” dimples carved my cheeks. “Join us for lunch Naaz?” Ram asked me as Akhtar nodded his head kindly. “I would love to but I have some errands to run at the present. Some other day maybe,” Ram’s gaze was burning into me. “Ah no worries. Shall we head on then Ram?” he nudged the man out of his stupor. “What,” he blinked his eyes. “Bye ram,” I grinned shaking my head dismissingly. “Wait!” I turned around. “See you around, perhaps?” “Definitely”  “Definitely” he repeated. “I’ll hold you on to that and remember the challenge!” he shouted to my walking figure, the smile gracing my face hidden from his view. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tags: @dilli-vali-girlfriend @seherie  @redirection04 @maraudersfansassemble @thewinchestergirl1208 @itsfookingloosah @darlingletshurttonight @manwalaage @contemporarykafka @rambheem-is-real @aurora2238 @adrakchutneyofficial @bromance-minus-the-b @miriseven @ms-potato @alien-chicken-baby @how-unreasonably-in-love-i-am