Teach me to love: Contemporary Romance ✅

20. Aaryan

I went back to work and gave Maya some space. I assumed she needed that. For her, the brief encounter in the morning was enough. It's almost time for her to leave, and I can tell from the time that it's close to 4. Even though I still have time left, I don't want to stay. My assistant was informed that I'll be working from home. 

I go out to find her waiting for a taxi by the side of the road. I jog over to her and say hello.

She briefly showcased her astonished eyes. The valet can be seen pulling my car out of the parking lot. I propose to drop her at her house. She refuses. She always does.

I pester her. It's rush hour, and there won't be any taxis available for her to go home. Even if she finds one, the prices would be hiked. It's only good that I dropped her off.

She eventually agrees and joins me in the front as I start driving to her house.

The weather today looks so pleasant, as if it'll start to rain any second now. Clouds are dark, covering up the sunlight that's about to hit the streets. There is faint music, so faint that you wouldn't hear it if the car weren't this silent. I can smell her scent over the fragrance in my car. Maybe because I don't prefer strong smelling scents. I don't use strong scents myself. You could only smell me when you came close to me. Very close, as in hug me or something.

It feels so personal right now. I prefer it this way. If it were to be like this, I'd like to bring her back home each and every time.

I move slowly because I don't want to leave her yet. I wish to savor the present. I might never receive this again.

To think that hurts. The idea that she will be with someone she loves in a few years hurts. Never would she be mine. I might get over her and move on. She would simply be a lovely memory to treasure forever. This could be our final encounter. I really hope not, but the likelihood suggests otherwise.

I must talk to her. Although it seems like the wrong time, I still want to ask her out. It feels selfish to ask her out because I've seen her at her worst.

As we traveled on the highway, a light drizzle developed. Just a tiny bit. Her gaze is on the window. Since we sat in the car, she has been thinking.

I was smoothly cruising down the road when I heard a loud pop, felt the steering wheel jerk slightly to the right, and had to slow down. The tyres' flapping sounds could be heard.

The tyres have gone flat.

Great.

No, it's actually great.

The timing is good, too.

I slowly park the car to the left and descend to inspect.

Not a big deal, really. Although I could, I won't change the tires.

Why wouldn't I take advantage of the chance if the gods up there have blessed me?

The forecast is fantastic. The view appears beautiful.

One might assume that I planned it, if there's anything. I didn't, though.

Maya exits the vehicle. The chilly winds caused her sari to fall around her. She continues to object when I take my blazer out of the backseat and offer it to her before I wrap it around her.

"Don't you have a spare tire?" She asks.

"Why do you know how to change a tyre?" I ask her. I'm dreading she'll say yes.

"No, I don't. I just asked to know if we're stuck here."

"We are not stuck here. You can relax; I've called a mechanic, and he'll be there shortly. However, it might take a while, so would you like to sit?" I extend to her the seat next to mine on the bonnet I'm hopped on.