Fanfic: Hands, 1/1
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dangermousieTitle: Hands
Fandom: Bollywood, movie Dus (dealing with an anti-terrorism team).
Summary: Jay was steady and nice and unlikely to make her a widow any time before she was fifty and fat. Only sometimes, she remembered Adi holding her hands.
Author's Note: There isn't much you need to know, even if you haven't seen Dus. Shashank and Adi are both on the Antiterrorism Squad. Anu is Shashank's sister. And Adi has a huge thing for her (and it looks like she does for him), only his job is dangerous and she is getting engaged to another.
I honestly have no idea where this came from. For some reason I really was caught by that bit at Anu's engagement where Adi just stares at her in the middle of the song and she looks back at him. I am an angst whore. Spoilers only for the beginning of the flick
She liked Adi from the first. It wasn't the looks, or the light fun way of talking, or the boyishness, or even the fact that he was Shashank's sort-of friend. It was because he was a goofball, plain and simple, a goofball who worked one of the most coordinated, one-miss-and-you've-had-it jobs she'd ever heard of, and (according to Shashank and Siddharth at least) was so good at it. She always did have a lively sense for contrasts. Of course, it could have been the eyes.
When Shashank introduced them at a party for somebody or other whose name she never did catch (she was tall, had highlights, and was someone's cousin twice removed, and Shashank was really after her at that time), she saw him trip over the carpet within minutes, and not because he was struck dumb by her beauty. He simply paid no attention to his surroundings at all, and her first impresson was that there was no way someone that clumsy could be a member of the ATC elite, on the team with her no-nonsense brother. But then he talked to her, and smiled, and made her laugh, and she forgot her initial impression. Until he rang the doorbell, half an hour after the party was over, and told Shashank, who was angry with interrupted sleep, that he forgot his wallet on the table. And his watch. She thought "he diffuses bombs? How?" and was caught by his eyes.
They used to meet now and then after that. At parties (family parties, work-related parties, all one big happy family, or something like that). And she'd know that he was following her at them, his glance unobstrusive, not unwelcome, pleasantly there.
And then they'd started meeting, only the two of them. Accident, she would have thought at first, only it was too regular for that. And then they started arranging dates and times, and accident was no longer an excuse. Immaterial, she'd thought, only there was a feeling in the pit of her stomach when she had to leave, and a swooping sensation in her chest when she saw him.
He would tell her stories, wild and funny. He made her laugh and she liked men who made her laugh. But sometimes his eyes would be serious and stready and there would be pauses when she wouldn't feel like talking, because there wouldn't be enough air to breathe. Then the conversation would resume, as if nothing ever happened, only there'd be a hitch in his breathing, as if he was trying to get himself under control. It made her want to ruffle his hair, or tug at it.
One day she realized she wanted to kiss him. She did. He held her hands and she liked the way they fit into his.
And then she stopped asking him about his day because she did not want to hear how close he came that day to leaving it forever. Or how this day was peaceful, because the next one wouldn't be. And she saw Shashank giving him glares, and he started cancelling dates. Then he showed up one day and she told a joke and he didn't laugh and she realized his eyes became sad. And he told her that it wouldn't work, what they had. And she asked him "we don't have anything to break off, do we?" And she bit the inside of her mouth when he didn't contradict.
She saw him at parties after that, but they didn't talk much. Polite greetings were about it. And she knew he watched her. But that was definitely it. Definitely.
And then she met the man she wanted to marry. Jay was steady and nice and unlikely to make her a widow any time before she was fifty and fat. Only sometimes, she remembered Adi holding her hands.
Fandom: Bollywood, movie Dus (dealing with an anti-terrorism team).
Summary: Jay was steady and nice and unlikely to make her a widow any time before she was fifty and fat. Only sometimes, she remembered Adi holding her hands.
Author's Note: There isn't much you need to know, even if you haven't seen Dus. Shashank and Adi are both on the Antiterrorism Squad. Anu is Shashank's sister. And Adi has a huge thing for her (and it looks like she does for him), only his job is dangerous and she is getting engaged to another.
I honestly have no idea where this came from. For some reason I really was caught by that bit at Anu's engagement where Adi just stares at her in the middle of the song and she looks back at him. I am an angst whore. Spoilers only for the beginning of the flick
She liked Adi from the first. It wasn't the looks, or the light fun way of talking, or the boyishness, or even the fact that he was Shashank's sort-of friend. It was because he was a goofball, plain and simple, a goofball who worked one of the most coordinated, one-miss-and-you've-had-it jobs she'd ever heard of, and (according to Shashank and Siddharth at least) was so good at it. She always did have a lively sense for contrasts. Of course, it could have been the eyes.
When Shashank introduced them at a party for somebody or other whose name she never did catch (she was tall, had highlights, and was someone's cousin twice removed, and Shashank was really after her at that time), she saw him trip over the carpet within minutes, and not because he was struck dumb by her beauty. He simply paid no attention to his surroundings at all, and her first impresson was that there was no way someone that clumsy could be a member of the ATC elite, on the team with her no-nonsense brother. But then he talked to her, and smiled, and made her laugh, and she forgot her initial impression. Until he rang the doorbell, half an hour after the party was over, and told Shashank, who was angry with interrupted sleep, that he forgot his wallet on the table. And his watch. She thought "he diffuses bombs? How?" and was caught by his eyes.
They used to meet now and then after that. At parties (family parties, work-related parties, all one big happy family, or something like that). And she'd know that he was following her at them, his glance unobstrusive, not unwelcome, pleasantly there.
And then they'd started meeting, only the two of them. Accident, she would have thought at first, only it was too regular for that. And then they started arranging dates and times, and accident was no longer an excuse. Immaterial, she'd thought, only there was a feeling in the pit of her stomach when she had to leave, and a swooping sensation in her chest when she saw him.
He would tell her stories, wild and funny. He made her laugh and she liked men who made her laugh. But sometimes his eyes would be serious and stready and there would be pauses when she wouldn't feel like talking, because there wouldn't be enough air to breathe. Then the conversation would resume, as if nothing ever happened, only there'd be a hitch in his breathing, as if he was trying to get himself under control. It made her want to ruffle his hair, or tug at it.
One day she realized she wanted to kiss him. She did. He held her hands and she liked the way they fit into his.
And then she stopped asking him about his day because she did not want to hear how close he came that day to leaving it forever. Or how this day was peaceful, because the next one wouldn't be. And she saw Shashank giving him glares, and he started cancelling dates. Then he showed up one day and she told a joke and he didn't laugh and she realized his eyes became sad. And he told her that it wouldn't work, what they had. And she asked him "we don't have anything to break off, do we?" And she bit the inside of her mouth when he didn't contradict.
She saw him at parties after that, but they didn't talk much. Polite greetings were about it. And she knew he watched her. But that was definitely it. Definitely.
And then she met the man she wanted to marry. Jay was steady and nice and unlikely to make her a widow any time before she was fifty and fat. Only sometimes, she remembered Adi holding her hands.
