The feeling of her smooth skin at the tip of my finger made me want to taste more of her.
"Look at me, Anisha." I whispered and she opened her eyes immediately. A shiver went down my spine as her eyes looked into mine.
This was the time. I am finall...
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Sitting beside Aditya's bed, I leaned back in my chair. The room was dim and light and there was no one with us. Sid had left to drop Kiara off at her apartment because her stomach was upset from the dinner she had in the hospital's canteen.
Her words played in my mind, as I stared at Aditya.
"In normal language, it's called falling in love."
"You love him. Don't you? It's high time you realised."
I love him. I obviously do. Falling in love with this man wasn't even difficult. How could someone not fall in love with him? He is everything a life partner should be.
I fell in love with his talks, with his protectiveness, with his care, with his handsomeness, with his trust, with his support, with his eyes, with his face, with his hugs, with his kisses, with him.
It never occurred to me that I could fall in love again, but here I am, in love with the man I was getting married to. What could be better than this in life?
My life with him, and only him, could be better.
It's true, and now I believe that when someone is meant for you, they will arrive in your life in an unexpected way, but will fill your life with love beyond your expectations.
And that's what Aditya has done since the beginning. He accepted me when I told him I wouldn't be able to love him. He even accepted me when I told him about my past. He supported me both times.
But the most awful thing about all of this is that I realised it in the most unfortunate situation possible.
Did it take an accident for me to realise I loved him?
I guess... Yes, but... No.
Why am I always so confused? Ugh!
No. It must have been a long time ago that I fell in love with him, but seeing him in such a state, with the fear that something would have happened to him, made my heart burst with emotions, telling me why I care so much for him, the reason I can't bear to see him in such a state, the reason why I want him to wake up now and take my hand, and the reason why I feel so scared to even consider losing him.
A smile appeared on my lips as I touched his forehead covered with a bandage with my fingers.
He looks handsome even when he is not smiling, smirking or grinning like an idiot. A chuckle escapes my lip.
