Felt and Fell

Nineteen

Aditya

Is she here?
Like... really?
For..mee???

I looked at Zoya, she was driving...that bracelet hung from her wrist. The same one that I had seen when I first saw her. Dangling from her delicate wrists. She looked at me and smiled.

"Don't you have office?"

"Na na." She nodded in denial while looking at the road.

Great!!

"I see.." I said and she smiled. "Where are we going?"

"I don't have a place in mind.... Honestly.." she looked at me "I got so pumped up to see you that I didn't think about it."

Goddd!!! That has the ability to kill me.

"Would you...I mean...would you mind if we go to my house first? I'd like to freshen up and change..and then we can go out." I suggested, because I really wanna shower...I want a clear headspace. People may find this wierd but showering is my no.1 most favourite activity....to an extent that it might actually become my hobby. "Only if you don't mind." I added.

"Hmmm... taking a girl to your place instead of a restaurant... suspicious, I am." She said nodding.

"It's not like that...trust me... It's fine if you don't want to... I can.."

"I was kiddiiinnngg!!!" She laughed, widened her eyes as she looked at me. She sounds so genuine that it gives me a relief...but I don't want her to feel uncomfortable. I don't have any intentions here...I just wanna freshen up and look good and fresh...for her.
She doesn't deserve to be seen with a tired, just out of work type of guy.

"Sure?...you don't mind coming over?"

"Why would I?... It's fine. Set the GPS." She gave me her phone. "You live alone?"

"Yeah." I replied. "Will u be okay with that?"

"If you had your family there,...then it'd have been awkward. But it's fine." She smiled and I smiled at her too.

I love pink on her. Under that Olive Jacket, that dress hugs her so well that I feel jealous of the fabric.

I wanna hold her like that....oh God! This was such a ridiculous thought.

I shook my head softly in disbelief that I just got jealous of a dress. When I look at Zoya now, I think she's exactly my type. Not just personality wise... she's cute, witty and fiesty. I'm really drawn to her....but also... appearance wise. Those eyes, that cute and innocent face but somehow she doesn't look too innocent...and... don't get me started on her body....those curves are.....ugh.... She's literally so perfect that it almost looks fake. Her hair is tied into a ponytail....and...let me tell acknowledge something.... That neck is very...very....ve..ry tempting.

I sighed.

I don't believe that people can be perfect... They aren't and they shouldn't have to be. But...then.... she's sitting right here...how come I believe that there isn't anyone born with right amount of everything?

"Which one?" She asked, bringing me out of the soft dream that she is.

When did we reach here?