The last snow – part 6

The tale of love

Previously: The last snow - part 5

After confessing about being in love to his Dad, Rohan was looking forward to a perfect life ahead. On the other hand Diya was on cloud nine where all her puzzles pieces were falling at the right place. She was eagerly waiting for the dinner and meet Rohan's Dad.

“Hello, so are you excited?” Rohan asked Diya on the phone.

“Ya..I am excited, nervous and umm..” Diya nervously replied Rohan.

“Chill.. Relax..” Rohan broke out in laughter.

“Idiot.. Don't worry. Even my chance will come to tease you when you meet my parents.” Diya mockingly.

“Haha..whatever. I am bold enough hah! I won't freak out like you.” Rohan proudly announced.

“Let the time come. We will see! By the way leave this all. Tell me what should I wear. Indian or western?” Diya asked.

“Hah? Doesn't matter. Wear whatever makes you comfortable.” Rohan replied.

“But I am meeting your Dad. You know.. I mean.. You understand right?” Diya was unable to explain him.

“Listen. my freaked out babe. Doesn't matter, I never loved you by looking at your clothes or skin. Neither my Dad will judge you based on your clothes. All that matters is how original you are. Be what you are.  And wear what makes you comfortable.” Rohan on a serious note.

“Hmm..Okay. I love you.” Diya was blushing.

“Hah..but make sure you don't, look more beautiful or adorable please.” Rohan replied her back.

“Why?” Diya confused.

“Common as if you don't know!” Rohan.

“What do you mean?” Diya questioned.

“Because if you look too beautiful. I won't be able to taste your lip-gloss. Neither I can untie your hairs. And...” Rohan was continuing but Diya stopped him midway.

“Oye Mister. Enough Enough. Stop there itself.” Diya was blushing, but pretended as if she is angry by her tone.

“Stop faking that anger hah. Your cheeks are red. I know.” Rohan was smiling.

“Ya fine. So will you keep the phone now? Or dinner canceled?” Diya.

“No. No. Take your time. Will wait. Just tell me when you are done. I will be there to pick you up.” Rohan.

“Hmm..okay. See you soon.” Diya was about to hang up.

“Hey listen listen one more thing!” Rohan hurriedly.

“Now what?” Diya asked.

“I love you sweetheart.” Rohan smiling.

“Idiot. Bye.” Diya blushed. Again!

“Bye.” Rohan smiled.

They hung up the phone. Rohan talked all the time on the phone near his room window. He was looking at the sunset and got lost in his thoughts. I miss you Mom. His lips escaped. He turned around and saw his Dad standing near at his room's door step.

Dad:  So, excited?

Rohan: Yup.

Dad: Come, let's go to the kitchen. I also have to make an impression that I cook well.

(Both smiled.)

Rohan: Aye aye captain. I will freshen up and come.

Dad: Cool. Here I go.

(He was about to leave. When he returned to face Rohan and speak something.)

Dad: Son, there's one problem.

(Rohan confused.)

Dad: Hmm I can't serve you lip-gloss.

(Making a puppy face.)

Rohan: Dad!!! (Shocked)

(He heard everything. Shit! He thought.)

Dad: Haha..Got you!! Come soon.

(And then he left.)

Rohan was blushing and brushing off his hairs.

“It's special when your friends become part of your family. But it's even more special when your family becomes your friend.”

The clock stroked 8.30pm and the dinner was ready. The dad and son duo had indeed been good together. They were sweating profusely. But the dinner table looked colorful and yummy.

“Dad, don't you think we should get a shower before Diya comes? We are sweating like hell.” Rohan fussed. To this his Dad replied, “Ya without any doubt! I don't want to create my first impression bad in front of my future daughter in law!” Rohan blushed. “Oh my my son knows to blush!” Dad teased Rohan pulling his cheeks with both hands. “Dad, you need shower. Go.” “Yeah yeah.. And take my car keys from tea table once you are freshen  up and drive safe.” Dad ordered. “Okay. Thanks Dad.” Rohan affirmed.

Rohan got himself freshen up. Once again! He pulled out his blue polo shirt from the wardrobe, because Diya loved it. And he teamed it with his black denims. That's when his mobile beeped. It was a whatsapp message from Diya which read, “I am ready. When are you reaching?” :(  Rohan replied her back, “Sorry baby got late. Reaching there in ten minutes.” Diya texted back, “Okay. Come soon.” :*

Rohan hurriedly went out of his room. And knocked his Dad's room door saying, “I am leaving now. Should be back by 9.15pm” Dad replied, “Okay Rohan. Drive safe and lock the main door with the spare key.” “Ya sure Dad. Bye.” Rohan hurried and went out his flat. He took the lift and reached the parking lot. And drove towards Diya's house. It took him 15 minutes to reach her house. And she was already waiting near her building's gate. He stopped his vehicle in front of Diya. And came outside of the car. “You came in the car?” Diya puzzled. “Ya. It's a car right?” Rohan said. “Not funny! You are late.” Diya smirked. And that's when he gazed Diya properly. She wore a blue denims which kissed her thighs so perfectly. And she teamed it up with a plain A-line yellow kurta which had beads around the neckline. She wore bangles only on one hand while other were free. Her hair was let loose, which fell on her shoulder and from between her hairs, the gold stud earrings shined. She looked exceptional. She added her own style in the simplicity. But his favorite was the black mascara in her eyes. He forgot that he was continuously staring her. Diya was all the time giving him a blank look wondering what is he zipped up. “Rohan..Rohan..” Diya snapped her fingers in front of Rohan which brought Rohan to his senses. “Sorry, for being late.” “And Sorry for staring you. You look beautiful.” Rohan smiled. “Hmm..let's go now. I am hungry.” Diya smiled back and started to walk towards the car. “Ya. Sure. Allow me, Madam.” Rohan walked faster than her and opened the front door of the car beside the driver's seat to let Diya in. “Ahem. Ahem.” Diya smiled. Rohan went around and grabbed the driver's seat. He took a U-turn from the gate and in a minute they were on the main road.

Rohan: Still nervous?

Diya: A bit.

Rohan: Okay.

(He turned on his music system which was plugged into his mobile phone.)

Rohan: So Ms. Diya Thakur. This song is dedicated to you. Hope it makes you relax.

The song started with fewer beats. And then the vocals started. It was one of her favorite songs.

Ek din kabhi jo khudko tarhashe meri nazar se tu zara.. Haye.. Ankhon se teri... Subhanallah..

Diya was smiling from the time song started playing. She got goosebumps when Rohan started singing with the Singer's voice. He tried being in tone and sound good. But it didn't matter to her. When someone sings for you the sur and taal never matters.

Diya started laughing and blushing together. While Rohan continued singing when he saw her cheeks going naturally red.

They reached Rohan’s home around 9.10pm. Rohan was the one to ring the door-bell. Diya was relaxed now. Her nervousness was replaced with confidence. Rohan’s Dad opened the door with a great smile stretched across his cheeks. Diya folded her hands and greeted Rohan’s Dad, “Namaste Uncle.” “Namaste beta. So glad to see you.” Rohan’s Dad replied. Diya bent down forward to touch Rohan’s Dad feet. But before she can do that his Dad stopped her, “No beta. This is not required. God bless you.” While gently patting her head.

Dad: Common in.

Rohan gestured her by his hands.

Dad: I think we should directly jump on the food. What you say children?

Rohan: Yes, Dad, we must. I am so hungry.

Diya just smiled.

They were on the dining table.

Diya: Uncle this is too many dishes cooked!

Dad: Don’t worry beta. I really cook well.

Diya: I didn’t mean that Uncle. So sorry.

Dad: No beta. You need not be sorry. I was kidding.

Rohan: Can we eat please?

Dad and Diya gave him a same crooked smile together.

Rohan: Wow! So much tuning between you two within two minutes that you are gaving same smile to me!

They all laughed together.

Diya became comfortable with Rohan’s Dad within minutes. They talked about everything from Army, their college, her future aspirations to Rohan’s paintings. They bonded really well. Rohan was delighted that the dinner was going so well. He was feeling so lucky that he is finally being himself. They lost track of time in their laughter which was turned to pull Rohan’s legs by his Dad and Diya. Rohan was being the one getting trolled. It was 10.45pm when Diya’s phone rang which said Papa calling. It’s when she realized that she is late for home. She immediately picked up the call and said “Yes. Papa we are leaving now. Will be there in 20 minutes.”

“I am so sorry beta. Even I didn’t check the time. I should have.” Rohan’s dad was apologizing to Diya. “No no uncle it was a mutual mistake so please. Moreover, it’s Rohan’s fault he should have checked time.” Diya said on a serious tone. And then Rohan’s Dad and Diya broke into another laughter. “Superb! Can we go now? You guys have a life ahead to troll me.” Rohan was happily annoyed. Because their bond made him happy while jokes on him go him a bit annoyed. But at the end he was happier than any other feeling or emotion.

They left the house and bid goodbye to his Dad. Soon they were in the car and Rohan started driving. Diya was really happy. She was continuously smiling and staring Rohan. Rohan asked her, “What?” Diya replied “I love you. I am so happy. We are parentically, sociatically, mentally committed.” “My God! Horrendous creation of your words. Is it some new dictionary?” Rohan was smiling now. “Yes, it is my love dictionary!” They laughed together and stopped over a signal which shown red light. “So when I can taste your lips?” Rohan asked in an intense look. “Before I say you goodbye for this night” Diya blushed. “Oooo I am excited!”

In the few seconds signal turned green for them and Rohan started the car. Suddenly, from the left direction a huge tempo came and hit their car. The tempo hit a wall nearby and the passing vehicles were startled by sudden commotion and ran over to help them.

There was a pool of blood and screams all over. Except that, there was silence between Diya and Rohan.

A/N: Destiny? Fate? Was it the final goodbye?