THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

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Aditya stirred awake due to the morning light spilling gently through the curtains. As he woke up, his gaze shifted toward the bed, he found Taniya curled in  against the sheets.

There were strands of her hair fanned across the pillow and before he realized it, his body had moved towards her and his hand seemed to have a brain of its own as his fingers brushed softly against her hair. It was just a fleeting touch but she stirred suddenly in her sleep and her eyes flickering open.

Aditya snatched his hand away as he was startled both by her movement as well as his actions.

“I—I’m sorry,” he stammered, heat rushing to his face.

“Why did I touch  her like that? She must be thinking of me as a creep.” He thought to himself as even he couldn’t explain it to himself.

Still groggy from sleep, Taniya blinked at him, then spoke gently, trying to cut through the silence. “Do you need something?”

“No,” he replied quickly.

A heavy pause followed his response. Both of them  were caught in the same web of awkwardness, unsure of what to do with the moment.

“I’m going to the washroom,” Taniya said at last, breaking the tension.

“I’ll head to the gym,” Aditya added at the exact same time.

Their words overlapped, and for the first time that morning they both chuckled but without another word, they hurried off in opposite directions.

“Should I step out now? What if he’s still there?” Taniya muttered to herself but before she coukd progress withbthe thought, the sound of the door opening and closing jolted her.

“Oh nohe’s back already,” she whispered under her breath. She had just finished her shower when the realization that she had forgotten her towel and the clothes she had to wear weren't there.

There was not a single towel or cloth was in the washroom and the ones she was wearing were already soaking wet due to her carelessly hanging them on the hook which fell the second she hung them.

Her pulse quickened and she was cursing herself for not gett5out earlier. She was thinking of what to do but then decided and knocked lightly on the door.

“Aditya?”

Aditya froze mid-step as he noticed a hand peek out from the door crack.

“Actually... I forgot to bring my towel,” she blurted out in one breath. “Could you pass it to me? It should be in the closet” she said “ and my clothes too... please.” She added in an embarrassed and low voice.

“Uh—okay,” Aditya replied, caught off guard.

He walked to the closet, opening the Almirah in search of her things but what caught his gaze wasn't the clothes hanging from the hangers. The section of wardrobes he had opened was dedicated to her lingerie that was now dancing in front of his eyes.

His breath hitched and he quickly slammed the drawer shut, muttering a curse under his breath for even opening the door.

Grabbing a fresh towel and the first clothes he could reach, which were a T-shirt and a pair of trousers, he returned to the washroom door.

“Here.”Knocking lightly, he extended them toward her.

Taniya took them, only to pause when she looked down. “I think... these aren’t mine,” she said softly, holding up the clothes.