(Sidd pov)
(Its been a month since by birthday, a month since neet's confession, from that day I have started falling hard for her......)
(I was still in bed, morning laziness, you know)
Avu: come on get up arth, its 9 already!!!
Sidd: 5mins more...
Avu: no 5 or 10 mins chalo get up, your getting lazy day by day......
Sidd: its all ur mistake, coz of you only I'm getting lazy....
Avu: me?? How?
Sidd: before you came I did all my chores by myself but you do all the works for me before I get up, so it ur mistake.......
Avu: ulta chor jodwal ko daate😒
Jaldi jao warna.....
Sidd: wara kya kar logi tum, raising his eyebrow
Avu: I'll watch whole series by myself
Sidd: noo noo I'm going.....
(Avu pov)
I was working in kitchen, arth started shouting my name
Sidd: Neet neet.....neett
Vaish: lagta hai kiso tumne morning kiss nahi di, isliye mood grumpy hai!!
Avu: kuch bhi
Sidd: neet yaha aaoooo naaa....
Viba: mere bete ko aur intezar mat Kara, jaa.....
Avu: maa you too 😳
Sidd: NEEETT!!!!
Avu: comingggg
(SIDNEET ROOM)
Avu: kya hai, itna zor zor se kyu chila rahe hoo, tumhe pata hai sab log mujhe itna chida rahe tee neeche......
Sidd: yee dekho meri shirt ki button tutt gayi hai.....😖
Avu: Wear a another one
Sidd: mujhse tumare saath twining karna hai...
Avu: bacche ko pure ke puree
She came out of the closet with Needle and thread, Siddharth stood in front of her mischief dancing in his eyes.
As Avu meticulously sewed a button onto his shirt, he couldn't resist playfully nuzzling her nose with his own, trying to distract her.
Avneet's lips curved into a fond smile as she continued her task, her fingers deftly threading the needle through the fabric. Siddharth's teasing touches, like gentle whispers of affection, only made her heart warm. Their laughter filled the room, and in that moment
Avu: Arth, my holidays completed yesterday, I need to go for shoot from today....
A heavy sense of unease settled in his heart, an indescribable foreboding that something was a miss. He couldn't put his finger on it, but a deep and gnawing anxiety clawed at him, urging him to voice his concerns.
Siddharth's brows furrowed as he looked into Avneet's eyes, desperately trying to hide his growing apprehension. He hesitated, struggling to find the right words, fearing that his fears would sound irrational or overprotective. Yet, as she walked towards the door, he couldn't shake the feeling that this departure was different, that it held the promise of something unsettling and unknown.
