• • • Indian Arranged Marriage • • •
~ You're the peace I crave in this chaotic world. ~
He was three, when he held her little finger for the first time. He didn't know, what future held for them. But he did know that he wanted to hold onto this lit...
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I moan, trying to cozy myself more into the blanket. I push my body, trying to feel his body against mine. When I don't feel anything, I open my eyes. Grumbling. They burn. And they dry as fluff. Argh!
I blink frequently to naturally water my plants—eyes— I mean. They still burn. Should I even get down the bed what if I find a river of my tears on the ground? When my eyes have enough moisture to let me look around for a certain someone, I move my head towards my left—nothing—then I look at my right—nothing. What the fluff? Did he run away this time!? Where? London?
I think my sense of humor broke.
I spot my extra layers on the chair. Then I quickly get out of the blanket, run to where my clothes are and come back to the bed and get under the duvet. I huff! Early morning kitna intense ho gya. Uff!
I push my hand out and start putting on the clothes— T-shirt (that I wore to sleep) full sleeved t-shirt. Sweater. Over coat. Beanie. Hand gloves. Socks. Should I take the bed blanket with me? What!? It's cold here! You don't get to judge me!
Where is he? Is he having second thoughts about everything? If he is, I'm going to go kung fu on him. Huh! I get down the bed and head towards the--what do we call it? Zip door? Clothe door? What is it? I'd say, door. I go to pick my phone and notice medicines scattered on the nightstand. Oh! No! No! And then I run.
Those are the same medicines. Migraine. Fluff!
I spot him by the fire pit, with his head in his hand. I quicken my pace towards him. "Why didn't you wake me up?" I say before I even reach him, he lifts his head. His eyes red and his jaw clenched. He turns his head down and tugs on his hairs. Did he even sleep? I don't know when I went to sleep. First day as 'girlfriend' and I already fluffed up.
"Come here." I stand behind him and make him lean his head back, he didn't have anything on his head either. I didn't even get my phone, after seeing the medicines, I just rushed out. Uncurling his hands from his hairs, I start pressing his head. His hand comes and moves my hand towards the left side of his head, I focus there. "Did you eat anything, or you took the medicine empty stomach?" I ask, and in return get a groan or whimper.
"I felt nauseous." I get after some moments of silence. I don't speak knowing any sound pains him more.
"Adv." He murmurs before moving his head sideways, making my hand slide away. I look up to see, my brother actually heading towards us with Falak, his smile the brightest I have ever seen in 24 years of being on this earth.
"Well. Well. Well. What do we have here?" Advik says crossing his hand on chest, standing opposite us, I leave my spot and walk away from him. Bad timing, brother. Such fluffing bad timing.
"You best friend's migraine is visiting him. Baby him. I am going to go back to sleep." I fake yawn and wave at the couple before heading back towards our camp. My heart beating wildly in chest. I want to be with him. *Wails inwardly*
