'Love Marriage' is something extremely common in my family. My great-grandparents, grandparents, and parents have undergone this so-called ritual, and they have an incoming trust that their posterity will too. But me and love never. This term in my...
She called me Rudi. She called me RUDI when she was sober. SOBER. I couldn't help but stress at these words. She knew me. I bit my cheek from grinning like a fool. I was happy. So happy.
I could feel her stealing glances at me, and I liked it. I have always hated being the center of attention, but when it comes to her, I am camera ready. I'll turn into a statue, and she can stare at me for as long as she wants.
"I think both of you should talk, Usha mujhe bula rahi hein." Aunty indicated towards us, in order to break the ice. Maybe she could sense the tension between us.
And we were alone. Was she feeling shy? My cheeks heated up at the thought of it. She makes me a fool.
"Soo.. how is your foot,Roohi? I asked her. Even though I was swooning over cloud nine, seeing her in pain, brought me pain as well.
"It's fine." She said hesitantly in a low voice. She was not being herself. Something was wrong.
I bent on my one knee, as she was sitting on the floor. It looked as if her eyes popped out of her sockets. I was loving every moment of it, "not right now" I reminded myself in a low voice.
"What?" She questioned me, making a peculiar face.
"Did something happen Roohi? Do you have a fever?" I asked her softly touching her forehead. It seemed rather shot up.
"Rudra I am fine." She replied grumpily. She called me Rudra, and... not Rudi. She called me Rudi before but why not now?
"Why aren't you calling Rudi? I love hearing it from you." Before I could stop myself, I told it out loud. Shit. I mentally cursed.
How could I say that? Act normal. Act fool. Don't blush. Don't. I prompted myself, to not give in.
I could easily read her right now like an open book. She was Flabbergasted., and her cheeks were rose-red. Was she blushing?
I could feel the rising heat in my cheeks. Looking at me, her cheeks grew even more red. Now we both were blushing and nobody dared to speak.
I wanted to smile, laugh and cry, happy tears, and celebrate. She made me one. I never knew how much I liked her until today.
"One second." and bolted out of the room. "The flowers..." Ah yes. They were on the table. I grasped them and rushed back to the room.
I handed them to her, I had collected them from the garden today. Mummy hated me, going into her garden, but well, unable to resist, collected flowers and made a bouquet out of them. I hope she likes it though.
"These are for you. You loved flowers during middle school, I got these for you." My cheeks were teleported to Sahara, and I felt yet again red as a tomato. I wasn't a teenager, but my hormones were traveling through Sahara one instant and next to the Gobi desert.
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"Rudi, you still remember?" She asked me softly. People see others smile. But I heard her smile as well as her laughs.
"Yes, and how could I not? I always say you looking at them, when we left school." It is only after those words left my mouth, I realized what I had spoken. Why do I always make a fool out of myself?
That was a secret mine to keep! How could I have confessed it already?!
"Oh," That is what she said. We both we looking like glowing tomatoes right now.
Before I could utter any more nonsense, I was happy that she asked me first.
"Do you want to go down? You know walk just like that?" But now? As in right now? Duh YES OF COURSE.
