• Sadhana's Pov •
The next morning was normal as usual. I woke up early, gave Baba his medicine, helped Maa with the breakfast and lunch and then got ready for lunch. I packed my tiffin along with the extra one for the new neighbour.
I bid my parents bye and walked out of the apartment with a smile. Walking a few steps forward I rang the doorbell and waited impatiently for the new neighbour to open the door.
A few minutes passed and still no one answered the bell. I gazed at my wristwatch and again rang the bell tapping my foot on the floor beneath. I was getting late for work and I was in no mood to hear an earful from the vice principal for getting late.
The woman was already full of herself and I didn't want to spoil my whole day because of her rants. I was about to punch the door directly but before I could, it opened on its own accord and my fist stopped midway to land on a face. A very beautiful face to be precise.
"I'm sorry, I was actually on an important phone call so I couldn't hear you", his thick velvety voice entered my ears and I felt my senses stop working.
Was he a dream? Because he was too unreal to be true. Tall height, wide frame, square shoulders, broad chest, thick eyebrows, straight tall nose, high cheekbones, a bit crooked jaw and soft lips. His dark brown hair matched the colour of his eyes, deep, captivating and mesmerising. His toffee skin shone in the sunrays coming from the big common window complementing his complexion.
I felt the air leave my lungs and my heart hammered against my ribcage. I noticed a scar that ran from his left cheekbone to the inner corner of his eyeline, it was faint but still visible if you looked carefully.
"Huh!?"
A throaty voice escaped from my throat as I stood spellbound by the beautiful specimen standing in front of me. He was handsome, and smelled of musk, driving my senses crazy.
"Anirudh, Anirudh Chowdhury and you are?", he said bringing me out of my daydreaming and I realised I was openly ogling at him.
A red hue coated my cheeks and I gazed at my feet embarrassed. My sandals suddenly felt so interesting. His aura made me feel so intimidating and welcoming at the same time.
"I'm Sadhana Dhar"
I felt myself replying and then raised my head. My eyes collided with those dark brown eyes which appeared like poles of honey in the sun's rays. And in the world of blues, I wished for the pool of honey.
I hesitantly passed him the lunch box. "Maa sent this for you, she said she'd be pleased if you join us for dinner tonight since you're new here", I felt really small in front of him. It wasn't as if I was short but his frame was far bigger than mine.
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Roman d'amour-•A collection of short stories•- Hai utna hi khubsurat meri kahani mein tera aana, Banaras ke ghat se jitna Ganga ka takrana.