It's Not Finished Yet

Chapter 2

'Yes I like you and don't wanna lose you," she finally confessed after gathering all her courage. 'Now answer my question. Do you like me?'

'Yes.'

She was taken aback by his reply. Well yeah her friends used to tell her he is into you but she doesn't wanna believe it and hearing it from him was the last thing she expected.

'Okay... I expected a No.'

'Why?'

'Because I'm not so lucky in these types of situations.'

'Neither am I.'

'So what's next?'

'What do you want?' Murat asked her.

'Does it matter?'

'Then it doesn't matter what I want either.'

'I mean are we just friends or something else now?!'

'And what's that?'

"Hah! Loves to play dumb. Argggghhh he is so annoying", she mentally screamed.

'I'm talking about relationship.'

'I want to say something.'

'Sure'

'I'm not ready for a relationship,' he admitted.

Okay

'No problem. Tell me whenever you are ready.'

'Yeah.'

Soon they shared their terms and conditions.

¤ Can't talk all the time.
¤ Don't wanna be controlled.
¤ Just trust and be loyal as long as we are together.
¤ No babu shona or cringy stuff.
¤ No promises we can't fulfill.

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Every day after work, he used to talk with her on call till he reached his home. Sometimes for less than an hour and sometimes more.

"It's been an hour, already?" she mumbled while checking the time.

"Umm, yeah, so should I hang up the call?"

"No, no. I did not mean that."

"But you said 'It's been an hour?' as if you are tired of talking to me," he imitates her words.

"No, I meant to ask 'It's been an hour already on the call?', you don't usually talk till this late, that's why."

"Arey aapke sath to hum puri raat bhi baat karlen" (If it's you, I can keep talking for the whole night.)

"Yeah, as if you'll stay awake the whole time. You'll drift off to sleep halfway on the call." She shooed away the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

"Only call, not text," he chuckled.

"And then I'll realize that I was the one who kept speaking continuously as if I'm a maniac."

"I mean, just think about it. If I drift off to sleep while listening to your voice, I'll get such a good sleep." But all her efforts were going in vain because his flirting wasn't helping.

"Oh, really? Have you thought of me as some radio or what? I'll keep talking and you'll sleep peacefully, huh?"

He chuckled. "Anyways. It isn't possible."

"Yeah, exactly. My parents would wonder, who am I talking to, at this hour."

"Alright, I've reached home. Let's talk later."