The man who was waiting for Misha was Darsh.
Darsh always found amusement in his name. It meant "when the moon is slightly visible," and he thought it was beautiful.
The cafe door swung open, signaling the arrival of new customers and interrupting Misha's plan to confront Darsh about his feelings. With a sigh, she suppressed her disappointment and focused on attending to the incoming patrons.
Darsh observed Misha as she gracefully moved from table to table, taking orders and serving with an effortless charm. His heart fluttered with a mix of admiration and longing, but he couldn't shake off the nagging fear of rejection. Doubt held him captive, preventing him from taking the leap and confessing his affection.
As he sat there, sipping his coffee, Darsh couldn't help but wonder if he was being foolish. What if his feelings were one-sided? What if their connection was merely a figment of his imagination? The uncertainty gnawed at him, and he found himself lost in a sea of self-doubt.
Meanwhile, Misha navigated the bustling cafe with finesse, her thoughts occasionally drifting back to Darsh. She noticed the subtle changes in his demeanor whenever she was around, the way his eyes would light up in her presence. It wasn't a secret to her that Darsh harbored feelings for her, but she understood his apprehension and didn't want to force him into an uncomfortable situation.
As the day wore on, the cafe gradually emptied, leaving only a few lingering customers. Misha saw an opportunity and decided to seize the moment. She approached Darsh's table, her gaze locked onto his, and mustered the courage to break the silence.
"Darsh," she began softly, her voice tinged with a mix of kindness and curiosity, "I've noticed something between us, something beyond friendship. Am I wrong to think that?"
Darsh's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening with surprise. He hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to respond. "No, Misha, you're not wrong," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been drawn to you since the day we met. But I've been afraid, afraid of ruining our friendship or facing rejection."
Misha smiled gently, her eyes filled with warmth. "Darsh, I cherish our friendship too, but I also feel something more. And I believe that taking a chance on love is worth the risk."
In that moment, their hearts intertwined, the weight of their unspoken feelings finally lifted. They had crossed a threshold, embarking on a journey of love and vulnerability together.
Author - The story unfolds, as Darsh and Misha navigate the complexities of their newfound relationship.
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