Till Old And Grey ✓

Chapter-15|•|

In Telugu states, it's a new year today... And I wish all your families a happy Ugadi and may this year shower the success, prosperity and happiness you all deserve.

Enjoy reading...

"Shreyan?" I call him when he opens his car door for me. He removes his goggles and looks at me. "Shall we go on public transport?" I ask him.

"Will you be comfortable?" He asks, tucking hair strands behind my ear.

I wet my lips and nod meekly. "Fine by me then," he says and gets back into his car. He parks his car in the visitor's parking.

He came to my flat to pick me up. After we were done with our shifts, I and he decided to visit Birla Mandir after getting freshened up.

Here I'm in an off-white shalwar kameez paired with a dupatta having frills at the end.

I look at Shreyan. He is looking handsome as always in a navy blue shirt paired with cream pants.

He smiles at me walking toward me. I looked up to see Deva and Ishu throwing daggers at Shreyan from our balcony.

"Shall we go?" he asks. I nod.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks while I walk by his side fidgeting with the frills of the dupatta.

"Are you scared that I'm gonna kidnap you?" he asks after a torturous minute of silence. I smile. "Trust me, I'm not gonna let you go away from me."

My stomach flips with the meaning of his words. He hesitantly holds my hands in his making me giggle silently. "What's your age?" I ask him interlacing our fingers.

His smile grows wide when his gaze falls on our fingers which are locked like they are born like that.

He looks up at me and scoots closer, "Don't tell anyone" he whispers. I nod zeroing my attention on him. "I'm forty years old now."

I stare at him for any clue of humour but he is grim. "Shreyan," I whisper slowly, still shocked and he bursts out laughing.

"You believed in my lie, didn't you?" he laughs. I hit his shoulder and start walking fast. He runs behind me and pulls me to him sideways by my waist. "I'm sorry. I was kidding. Since you were dull since morning I couldn't help but crack this lame joke. I'm not good at making conversations." he whines.

"That was truly lame," I say and giggle. "Actually, lamest. Because you look like 50."

He looks up at me with a 'are you serious?' look. I laugh hard seeing his expressions.

"Avyuktha," he mutters running behind me as I pace backwards facing him, laughing.

"Avyuktha" he screams for me and pulls me against his chest and a car dash away. "Are you okay?" he asks checking me from head to toe. When he feels everything clear, he sighs in relief.