Under the moonlight

• 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

I made coffee for bhaiya and myself and handled him the cup. Since that drama that took place a few hours ago, I have been trying my best to pacify bhaiya.

This coffee was specially for him, the way he likes it - black coffee, with extracts of cinnamon and cardamon.

I hated its taste but still drank it for his happiness.

"Its a childish cheap way of buttering!" he spoke casually, sipping his coffee.

"What!" I frowned.

"This.. making coffee for me.. And I saw you slicing avacados for me. All of this to pacify me"

"I was just trying to make you happy. Huh!" I said, in a cranky tone.

He rolled his eyes at me, and I went away faking anger.

Today was his duty to cook food but I let him rest and went to the kitchen to make us some good food.

After having our dinner, bhaiya went away to take a walk in the nearby park. Meanwhile I was placing the dishes back to its place. There was an unsual anxiety in me. Neither Vyom texted me, nor did I text him.

I relaxed, leaning on the kitchen slab and realised how the entire day was so packed up with drama. First Vyom coming to my place, second our makeout session, third bhaiya vs Vyom.

It gave me a whole lot of butterflies in the stomach to remember our make-out session.

Man, it was intense.

I found myself blushing, and then the sudden urge to meet him crept up my mind.

The problem was, that I didnt know how would I react in front of him, when even in his absence I was going giddy thinking of the makeout session. I bit my lower lips and blushed harder when I remembered the look in his eyes, and the way his lips created magic on my body.

But, I had to meet him. Therefore I texted him :

"free?"

The message got delivered but it wasnt seen by him. So I got back to my work.

Bhaiya also came back from the night walk, and told me he was going to sleep, as he had an early shift tomorrow morning. Working in the Intelligence agency of India was a difficult task obviously, and we werent allowed to discuss it openly with other people that he worked in "R&AW" for security purposes. Anyone could target us easily for diplomatic reasons.

I went inside my room too and lay on my bed. My phone beeped with Vyom's text. It read,
"Sorry, went out with Santu and Cheetah for dinner. What happened?"

"I wanted to meet. Can we?"

"Yes. I havent parked my car yet, maybe we can go out also"

"No, it'll take too much time."

"Acha you come first, then we'll decide"

I ran out of my house, in shorts and tshirt, with a messy bun. It was only when I looked at myself in the mirror at a glimpse, I realised what a clown I was looking.

He was sitting on the hood of his car and when I came, he looked at me and smiled, without saying anything.

"What are you smiling at? I am looking like a total clown na"

"No, you look the cutest!" Vyom said, pulling my cheeks.

Ouch. My cheeks were hurting, I pulled myself back from his grip.

"what did Anubhav say? Is he okay now" he said pulling out something from his pocket.

It was a packet of cigaratte.