Mishbir OS || Tying Dori || Mishti | Abir | YRHPK | Yeh Rishtey Hai Pyaar Ke

"Damn it" Mishti muttered, reaching behind her back to reach the blasted pieces of cloth. They seemed to have a mind of their own, stubbornly entangling inside her blouse. 

Irritating with her stupid tailor for insisting to have intricate stones at the end of the doris she pulled harsher than necessary.

PHAAAATTT! 

Mishti watched in horror as the buttons on the back of her blouse gave way and the stones and jhumkas in her Dori scattered all over the room . 

Frowning, she unpinned her dupatta and threw it on the dresser, it was a good thing that everyone was busy with the functions downstairs, she thought, gathering her hair and bringing it to one side over her shoulders so that she could fasten her buttons. 

Easier said than done. "This is why I hate back open blouses" she muttered under breath, trying to reach those cheeky little buttons as they played a game of hide and seek with her. 

Knock.knock 

She glanced at the door. She didn't know why she thought that if she ignored it, they would just go away. 

"Mishti?! Ketki's goddhana is going to start. Come on, we need to go" Abir's voice filtered in through the thick doors of ketki's room. 

"Where is kuhu?"

"With kunal, looking over catering arrangements, why? He asked, half curious, half concerned

" Badi ma?" She asked, still struggling with the buttons

"I don't know. What's going on Mishti?" Now he was worried. 

Mishti bit her lip, "Jasmeet chahi? Nidhi mami? Parul Masi? Your mom?" Anyone from her gender

"You are freaking me out, what's going on? Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine" she muttered, "Ineedhelpwithmyblouse" the words came out in a mumbled mess. Her face probably resembled a tomato right now. 

"WHAT?"

" Nothing. Abir, you should go. Ketki must be looking for you" she tried feebly, knowing full well that he wouldn't budge

"The hell I am" he sounded irritated now, " I'm coming inside" he announced. 1

Mishti quickly turned around, using one hand behind her back to hold her blouse in place, she reached for her dupatta with the other. 

She froze and her eyes widened as she saw him enter the room. His face held worry as he entered, then he saw her and -

"Wow"

Oh dear god. If only she could dig a hole beneath her and crawl inside. 

"I always knew. Bahut violent type ki ladki ho tum" 

WHAT?! 

Mishti looked up in the mirror to see that he was standing behind her, looking around at the stones scattered all over the room. 

He was trying to put her at ease. Make her comfortable. For the first time since she had landed herself in this predicament, Mishti smiled. This was Abir. The man who had been there for her always. The man who held her heart. The man whom she could trust her life with. 

"Help me here, will you?" She said in mock irritation. 

He didn't need telling twice, he quickly closed the gap between them in a few long strides. Mishti didn't realise she was catching her breath until he stood directly behind her.  The scent of his perfume, combined with the heat of his body made her toes curl. 

Wordlessly, he lifted his hand to her back, curling his fingers over hers as she held her blouse together. Her hand automatically fell to her side, exposing her bare back to his touch. He ran his index finger over her back, sending little shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. 

"Abir" his name came out as a puff of air, as she squeezed her eyes shut and titled her head back. Her hair fell over her back again. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she pulled in her stomach when she felt Abir's fingers graze her shoulder blades. He dragged his fingers across her shoulders blades, collecting her hair as he went by, softly pushing them over her neck again. 

Bending down, he kissed the side of her neck, his lips brushing on the sensitive area beneath her ears, ever so lightly. A thousand butterflies scattered about  inside her body, her neck tingling under the feel of his lips. 

And her heart. Oh her poor heart. 

She placed a hand over her heart happily and opened her eyes. Abir was fastening her buttons, a smile playing on his lips. He looked up as he reached for the dori and their eyes met. 

Trust. Love. Respect. Adulation. Admiration. Need. 

The atmosphere in the room suddenly intensified as the unspoken emotion in both their eyes spoke volumes. 

Neither wanted to look away as Abir finished tying the dori, letting his fingers linger on her shoulder after he had done so. +

Mishti leaned back into him, closing her eyes, her heart bursting with joy. Abir's hands came up in front of her. Hugging her from behind, he held her against him, his hands warm against her stomach. 

They were friends. They were lovers. They were soon to be engaged. They had gone through so much that life had thrown at them, hand in hand. Joy. Sorrow. Happiness. Childish pleasures. 

But this, this was different. This was a feeling like no other. 

Who knew tying a simple dori would mean so much? 

             To Be Continued ..................



Writer: Mridzy