Along the Lines of Love | ✓

Chapter 39 : Heart-to-Heart

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 Teri Meri Baatein Hoti Rahe 

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 "What took you so long!" Sharanya mumbled when he stepped out after a nice long shower. He watched her as she kept the dryer on the dressing table. Her wet locks were now semi-damp, wild and free. Making the comment she made her way out of the room. He was glad she didn't wait for an answer.

He pulled a fresh dry towel from his cupboard to dry his hair. Sitting on the bed, he grabbed his phone to keep up with the notifications.

"Here you go," she said walking back in after a few minutes.

"What is it?" He asked, placing the towel aside. His eyes curiously looking at the tiny tray she carried in.

"It's a thick version of dry fruit milk. I was going to freeze it to make kulfis but then the weather turned tables so now hot melted milk it is."

"Hmm," it smells delicious. "Why one bowl? Aren't you going to have some?"

"Nope, none for me. My stomach is still full."

He swallowed a spoonful and was delighted. "You must have it, it's amazing."

Sharanya smiled she was about to decline when he brought a spoonful close to her lips. "Have it," He said, his one hand holding the spoon the other palm below it to avoid dropping it.

Feeling cornered, Sharanya parted her lips taking it in. "Thanks," she mumbled. "I am done." Her eyes flying to his face. There were times when he did little things that got her heart to quicken its beat.

"I won't have all of this, it's too much." He said, filling the spoon again. "Have at least two to three bites more." He said, distracted by the flash on his screen.

"Here," He said handing her the bowl after taking a spoonful. His attention on his phone.

Sharanya who was almost sure he'd feed her again, looked at him with a little disappointment. She must stop reacting to small gestures. Her gaze fell on the bowl. She could actually have a little. With almost no hesitancy she took the spoon to eat, looking at him. He seemed engrossed reading the tiny text on his mobile screen. The silence of the room made the sound of rain outside more prominent. Sharanya turned to look towards balcony after a few minutes. She placed the bowl back on the tray, pushed the plate towards him and picked up his wet towel from the edge of the bed.

"Shall I take that towel too?" She asked.

"Hmm," He responded not bothering to find words or even look up.

Sharanya picked up the towel from his side and marched out of the room to put it on the foldable hanger she had set up in the living room for the wet clothes to dry.

After taking care of the few small tasks and locking up the place for night she entered the room to find Nikhil seated comfortably finishing of the creamy milk.

"This was too good," He said getting up, with a smile, he passed her to place the bowl and tray in the kitchen. Sharanya sucked in a breath. Why did she think he was approaching her?

Flushing her thoughts, she walked towards the window to open it up a little to let in some fresh air into the room. Sliding opening the window she looked out. It was still raining.