two juveniles, ezra einar and devdutt padikkal. two worlds. meeting at a middle ground in a quest for love. with it comes a whole barrage of responsibilities and sacrifices to make, friendships made and renewed,
with love cometh fear. fear of makin...
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CINQ
somewhere only we know
DEV'S POV
mumbai, maharashtra
i wasn't dreaming.
no, this isn't a fucking dream.
i slightly pinch myself one more time to let myself know i wasn't dreaming once again about the woman in front of me.
"stop pinching yourself, it's me," she chuckled.
"well, never really could believe you were real."
"all these years and the cheesiness still remains, huh?"
well, how am i supposed to tell her it was always reserved for her? so, i just smile down at my feet and earn a chuckle from her.
her laugh. oh, how i missed it. it was almost akin to throwing a pebble in a pond and seeing the ripples being formed. it radiated outwards to the jumbled up feelings that was my soul and brought yet another smile out of me. it was impossible to not feel your mouth and soul lift at the same time hearing her laugh.
"how have you been? congratulations on the ton, by the way!"
"i'm doing good, yeah; and thank you!"
i didn't even feel surprised at the fact that i felt giddy because she watched the match. immediately my mind went back to the stunt i pulled off at the end, did she notice it? and even if she did, there's no chance that she could decipher the meaning.
right? right.
it was only then i realised that we both were still standing with our fingers interlocked at the spine of the book. she too happened to notice it causing the both of us to pull away our hands from each other, almost as if a sudden electric shock has passed through us.
the entire exchange felt foreign to me. too formal, too unlike us. dev and ezra together always meant chaos, and loads of laughter and yet the way we were speaking right now seemed like the ghost of our past.
the silence that loomed between us for a few minutes as we focused back on the bookshelf infront of us seemed liked a fine tailor when our thoughts are silken thread.
she didn't make an effort to move away while going through the synopsis of the book and i simply stared ahead of me, pretending to find a book.
