𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 | 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 |

✿ 6 ✿

At 2:30 a.m., the house was quiet with Srijita's parents already asleep in their room. Srijita was still at her laptop, working diligently.

When her eyes landed on the wall clock, they widened in realization.

"Oh, God, I've been working so late. If Mumma finds out, she will break this laptop of mine. I will do the rest of it tomorrow," she said to herself.

Her stomach grumbled, reminding her of her hunger. "Now I'm feeling hungry too. Umm, let me see if there's something left in the kitchen or else I'll make Maggi. It's been so long since I had Maggi."

She tiptoed to the kitchen counter, carefully taking out a packet of Maggi. Humming a song, she started preparing it when suddenly she heard a sound.

She froze, her heart racing."Must be a mouse," she thought, trying to reassure herself. "

Just concentrate on what you're doing. Who would come now? Everyone is sleeping."

But a nagging thought struck her mind.
"What if a thief sneaked into our house? God, what should I do now?" she stammered.

Gathering her courage, she slowly turned off the stove and picked up the pressure cooker from a shelf.

She moved cautiously toward the source of the sound, her heart pounding in her chest. She saw a shadow and, before she could think twice, she raised the pressure cooker, ready to strike.

Just then, someone grabbed her and palmed her mouth.

Srijita tried to scream, "Aaaaahhh uhhmmm," as the person closed her mouth.

In her panic, she let go of the pressure cooker, which fell heavily onto the person's toe.

The person screamed in pain, "Aaaaaaa babaaaaa!"

Srijita opened her eyes and saw that the person was none other than Indra, whimpering in agony.

Indra, still whimpering in pain, retorted,

"You crazy woman... who the hell brings a pressure cooker to beat someone?"

Srijita glared at him angrily, trying to speak but unable to because his palm was still covering her mouth.

"Uhmmmmm..."

Indra looked confused. "Now what are you saying? Say clearly."

She signaled him to remove his hand, and he quickly did so.

"How was I supposed to know you'd come sneaking in like a thief at this hour? The pressure cooker was the first thing I grabbed. What's your problem?"
she snapped.

Indra murmured, "Seeing your behavior, any thief would run away from here... crazy girl."

Srijita's eyes softened as she noticed him rubbing his injured foot.

"Is it hurting badly? I didn't do it intentionally."Indra shook his head, managing a weak smile.

"It's okay now. But tell me, what are you doing up at this time of night?"

Srijita looked slightly embarrassed, her cheeks flushing. "Actually, I was feeling hungry, so I was preparing Maggi for myself."

"At this time?" Indra replied, surprised, glancing at the clock.

Srijita defended herself, "Yeah, I get hungry at this hour. Do you want some? I made extra."

Indra hesitated, looking at the steaming bowl of Maggi.

Srijita raised an eyebrow. "Are you doubting my cooking skills? Let me tell you, I cook really well. Just take one bite, and you'll be a fan of mine," she said proudly.

Indra laughed mentally, thinking to himself, "She's talking like she prepared biriyani..."

Srijita then served him a hot plate of Maggi, adding some cheese on top. The smell of the melted cheese mingled with the spices, making his stomach grumble despite the late hour.

She asked, "Do you want to come with me?""Where? In your room?" Indra asked, raising an eyebrow,

"No, to the terrace," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"To the terrace at this late hour?" Indra questioned, frowning.

Srijita gave him a determined look.

"If you want to come, then come. Otherwise, I'm going alone."

"Wait, wait, I'm coming too," Indra said hastily, not wanting to leave her alone.

"What if you see a ghost and faint? Then who will save you?"Srijita rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips.

"You watch too many movies, Indra."

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The two were sitting on the terrace, enjoying their hot noodles under the soft glow of moonlight.

Srijita broke the peaceful silence, her voice carrying a hint of tranquility.

"I come here often at this time, especially after a stressful day at the office. It's like my comfort place—the moon, the cool breeze, the peaceful surroundings—they all give me an unknown sense of peace," she said, smiling as she gazed up at the starlit sky, her eyes twinkling with reflection.

Indra found himself captivated by her words and the sincerity in her eyes. He smiled softly, content to simply listen to her, feeling as though he could spend the entire night absorbed in her stories and thoughts.

Srijita noticed his gaze and teased lightly,

"What? Why are you staring at me like that?"

He shook his head playfully.
"I'm just wondering how come today sweet words are flowing out from your mouth. Did something magical happen?"

Srijita rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"It's pointless talking with you..."She started to get up, feigning annoyance, but Indra quickly reached out and pulled her back gently, laughing.

"Uffo, I'm just teasing you lightly. Why are you taking it so seriously? Come on, sit down. I promise I won't tease you anymore."

Srijita hesitated for a moment, then chuckled softly and settled back down beside him, her irritation melting away.

They continued to enjoy their noodles in companionable silence, the night enveloping them in its quiet serenity. The terrace, usually a solitary sanctuary for Srijita, now felt warmer with Indra's presence beside her.

Srijita doesn't even realising that she is getting close with Indra day by day...

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