❝ Roses are dead, love is fake, weddings are basically funerals with cake. ❞
Meet Akriti Marwaha, a gynecologist who loves to always keep her family happy and be that girl everyone ever aspired to be.
Sass, Straight A's and stethoscopes are her bes...
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✎𝙰𝚊𝚔𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝙿𝙾𝚅
Watching a crime thriller with a sad ending wasn't on my mid week evening list. But I won't complain, the cinematography was top notch with the plotline. Except for the jump scares and wailings of an absolute kid beside me.
"Why did they kill him? He was such a- ", I sighed shoving some popcorns into my mouth as another series of sobs broke out.
I passed him a tissue and he thanked me blowing his nose. I can't believe he is in his late twenties and runs a multi million company with this personality.
"Hug me please", he pouted slightly leaning to my side. I smiled softly placing a hand over his other shoulder and one on his head patting.
"Its okay, we can watch a rom com next. Can you have some popcorn?", I whispered to which he just hummed. Soon, the weight on my shoulder felt heavy and light snoring was heard which made my lips curve a bit.
The ends suddenly dropped remembering the words at counselling. We signed up for a therapy session on identifying the areas we lacked regarding our relationship. Apparently, the only thing we lacked was Sex.
Yes, its indeed funny how we didn't realize it even after a year. Or maybe, it was me who didn't and he had to suffer. This is... embarrassing and stupid.
I looked at him in my peripheral view to acknowledge he was staring right at me. The sudden gaze alerted my senses and my shoulders moved. He hissed due to the erratic movement of my muscles and straightened himself on the couch.
I took a gulp of air before turning around with determination in my eyes. "Let's fuck," the two words strained my vocal words as I tried hard to not burst out of laughter.
"Excuse me?" I am questioning my life decisions now.
"Forget whatever I spewed," this is not happening.
I should be mature. I shouldn't chicken out; this is what I want and I shouldn't act like a giddy teenager.
I should-
"Are you sure?" the concerning looks on his face made me feel even smaller.
"I guess so. I will be back in a minute to the bed," I sprinted off to the bathroom. I sat there wondering about my quarter life existential crisis.
Was I unsure? No. Was I scared? Yes.
"Aakri-", I didn't let him finish the word.
"Coming," I yelled before wiping my hands with a towel.
We sat on the bed facing each other with our eyes connected. We both bit our lips not to smile or laugh.
I glanced to the side where a box of condoms laid which made my eyebrows raise.
