As I sat alone in the waiting area, I realised Anika was the only person I couldn't imagine living without. She shattered all the damn walls I had built around my heart. I was so deeply in love with her.
Anika Sharma, a typical event planner, is thr...
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Anika
It had been one hell of a day.
Varsha bailed about an hour ago because of some work, so it was just me and Mom.
We were on opposite sides when it came to choices. And when I said it was a long day, I meant it. I gathered my hair in a bun and crossed my legs in the car. Normally, I'd be too embarrassed to do this in front of anyone, but my legs were killing me.
Jai reached for something in the backseat and handed me a paper bag. "Have it until then," he said.
"You got me food?" I asked.
"You were hungry," he replied. I need help. He couldn't keep doing these sweet things.
But damn, it was biryani! There was a bowl and a spoon inside, and I dug in. I was starving.
"Thank youuu," I hugged his left hand, the one closer to me. He smiled back.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To your favourite ice cream place," he replied.
"You'd drive an hour to take me there?"
"I'd do anything to see the smile on your face," he said, and I melted for real. He was acting like one of those fictional guys from my books.
Then I spilled the beans about what happened in the store.
"You know, a girl barely 21 is getting married. She came in for shopping for her wedding, and I couldn't see her face. She was on the verge of tears all the time."
"Is it even legal?" he asked.
"Legal isn't the issue. She isn't standing up for herself," I said.
"True," he replied. This man and his few words. I should record him next time so I can play it when I miss his voice.
We reached the ice cream place, and we took a seat near a beautiful painting. I'd seen the painting before, but I couldn't remember where. This was a new addition to the place, though.
"This painting..." I said to him, and watching the small smile on his face, I got the reason.
"This is Aunty's painting!" I exclaimed.
The painting depicted a couple facing each other on a mundane day, smiling at each other, radiating pure love.
"Yaaa, it is," he replied.
"I remember the things she made Dad do when she painted this. They spent the whole weekend doing couple stuff because she didn't get motivated to paint this. Dad didn't lift a single call from the office that weekend. It was like watching a romance movie," he said, smiling but his eyes a little sad.
"Awww, that is so cute!" I hoped I find such love.
We had our ice cream, and he told me more about his parents. I'd never get bored of listening to such stories.
