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It troubled you to see your normally jovial and cheerful friend so quiet and reclusive. You gently touched Prem's [1] shoulders, and he jumped slightly under your touch.
"Hey…Prem, are you okay?" You asked, genuinely concerned for him.
He simply nodded. "Yeah...I'm okay."
You took a seat on the bench next to him. "You're not okay, Prem. I know..."You sighed. "I can tell."
He turned towards you, his warm brown eyes wide with emotion. It shocked you, somewhat. You'd never seen him like this – quiet, wordless...
He blinked, as he bit his lip and then shook his head. You sat there, frozen, and unsure of what to do. Here was your best friend of a long time, now so unlike himself – you were beginning to doubt that it was the same person, even! What ever happened to the boy who'd always backtalk to the class president, Arthur Kirkland, just for the sake of it? Or the boy who'd break out into song and dance in his native language for no apparent reason in the middle of the hallway?
Maybe something terrible and tragic happened to him? Oh, no! What if it was something to do with his brothers? Sure, they were estranged, but he still felt some connection with them. Prem would be devastated if anything happened to his brothers! [2]
Sighing, you tightened your grip on his shoulders. "Prem, is it something to do with your brothers? Are th-"
"Could I try something, jaan?" He interrupted you, quickly. Eyes widened, you froze. It wasn't often that he used Hindi [3] around you, and he often did when he was either really serious about something, or-
Your thoughts were interrupted, as you felt a soft pair of lips gently meet with yours. Taken by surprise, you felt like you didn't know what to do, but what you surprised you even more was your intrinsic eagerness to kiss him back. Wasn't he supposed to be your best friend?
Prem pulled back, suddenly, a small grin on his face. "Har kisi ne kaha ki yeh hamari dosti ko barbadh kar dega..." He spoke, just above a whisper. "Mein kitni...uljhan mein tha."
"Prem...what are you say-" but he cut you off with a quick kiss.
"I was so confused, jaana...they said that it would ruin our friendship, but I thought otherwise."
"In matters of conscience, the law of the majority has no place."
~Gandhi.
"Hey…Prem, are you okay?" You asked, genuinely concerned for him.
He simply nodded. "Yeah...I'm okay."
You took a seat on the bench next to him. "You're not okay, Prem. I know..."You sighed. "I can tell."
He turned towards you, his warm brown eyes wide with emotion. It shocked you, somewhat. You'd never seen him like this – quiet, wordless...
He blinked, as he bit his lip and then shook his head. You sat there, frozen, and unsure of what to do. Here was your best friend of a long time, now so unlike himself – you were beginning to doubt that it was the same person, even! What ever happened to the boy who'd always backtalk to the class president, Arthur Kirkland, just for the sake of it? Or the boy who'd break out into song and dance in his native language for no apparent reason in the middle of the hallway?
Maybe something terrible and tragic happened to him? Oh, no! What if it was something to do with his brothers? Sure, they were estranged, but he still felt some connection with them. Prem would be devastated if anything happened to his brothers! [2]
Sighing, you tightened your grip on his shoulders. "Prem, is it something to do with your brothers? Are th-"
"Could I try something, jaan?" He interrupted you, quickly. Eyes widened, you froze. It wasn't often that he used Hindi [3] around you, and he often did when he was either really serious about something, or-
Your thoughts were interrupted, as you felt a soft pair of lips gently meet with yours. Taken by surprise, you felt like you didn't know what to do, but what you surprised you even more was your intrinsic eagerness to kiss him back. Wasn't he supposed to be your best friend?
Prem pulled back, suddenly, a small grin on his face. "Har kisi ne kaha ki yeh hamari dosti ko barbadh kar dega..." He spoke, just above a whisper. "Mein kitni...uljhan mein tha."
"Prem...what are you say-" but he cut you off with a quick kiss.
"I was so confused, jaana...they said that it would ruin our friendship, but I thought otherwise."
"In matters of conscience, the law of the majority has no place."
~Gandhi.
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[1] - My fanon name for India. It's because the song that India and Prussia danced to in the Hetaween event was Meherbaniyan, which starref Salman Khan, and Salman Khan's most popular screen name is Prem. Plus, it means 'love' and I think it just fits with India, haha! There's some rumour that he's supposed to be like Male!Hungary!
[2] - I'm still thinking of Pakistan and Bangladesh as his younger brothers. Bangladesh might as well be a girl, but maybe not, either.
[3] - Yes, people. Hindi is the national language of India. Not Indian. Whatever that may be.
OTL sorry of I seem like a bit of a b*tch about that, but, it's seriously annoying when people are like. "Oh, Indians speak Indian, right?"
I haven't provided any translations, because I've translated everything he says in the next line, anyway!
And jaan/jaana pretty much mean the same thing - it's a romantic term of endearment, which literally translates to 'life'. But, I have Prem use it the first time, unintentionally, but it's because Reader-chan doesn't know what it means.
Yay! I feel so happy writing for India! :'D
I was, for once, so happy that he was a guy! I mean, even though I'd written about India as a girl, I kind of hate to think of India as meek and submissive - that has SO not been the case!
Okay...fine, throughout history, yes. But...I mean, come on! The Kamasutra was so written by a guy.
I'm not even joking. Apparently, the guys don't even have to do much. It's just the girls who do most of the wo-*shot*
I digress.
Anyway, so, okay, I feel like I romanticised the whole quote way too much. I wanted to write about my dear Prem fighting against his brother Pakistan, but...I'm in no position to make such political statements.
So I stuck with cutesyness.
Don't even try using Google Translate for it. I don't even want to know what it'll tell you.
||OTL. I feel so bad. It took me forever to write that Hindi part. I'm so bad with Hindi.
[2] - I'm still thinking of Pakistan and Bangladesh as his younger brothers. Bangladesh might as well be a girl, but maybe not, either.
[3] - Yes, people. Hindi is the national language of India. Not Indian. Whatever that may be.
I haven't provided any translations, because I've translated everything he says in the next line, anyway!
And jaan/jaana pretty much mean the same thing - it's a romantic term of endearment, which literally translates to 'life'. But, I have Prem use it the first time, unintentionally, but it's because Reader-chan doesn't know what it means.
Yay! I feel so happy writing for India! :'D
I was, for once, so happy that he was a guy! I mean, even though I'd written about India as a girl, I kind of hate to think of India as meek and submissive - that has SO not been the case!
Okay...fine, throughout history, yes. But...I mean, come on! The Kamasutra was so written by a guy.
I'm not even joking. Apparently, the guys don't even have to do much. It's just the girls who do most of the wo-*shot*
I digress.
Anyway, so, okay, I feel like I romanticised the whole quote way too much. I wanted to write about my dear Prem fighting against his brother Pakistan, but...I'm in no position to make such political statements.
So I stuck with cutesyness.
Don't even try using Google Translate for it. I don't even want to know what it'll tell you.
||OTL. I feel so bad. It took me forever to write that Hindi part. I'm so bad with Hindi.
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The author's note in the description is making me LOL waaaay too much.
Yep, annoys me when people say "Indians speak Indian." Pray tell what is this Indian you speak of. I don't know it. -_-
The Kamasutra part. XDD
Yep, annoys me when people say "Indians speak Indian." Pray tell what is this Indian you speak of. I don't know it. -_-
The Kamasutra part. XDD