LONGINGNESS OF LOVE (the love we miss)

26. Story and Swing!!~

---A week later...

 Anshuman's POV:

White roses and lavender—a combination that signifies purity, innocence, devotion, and calmness. This two-flower combination is for the one I want to make mine. She has a pure heart of gold, and I want to devote myself to her like a devotee. 

The perfect combination for someone who embraces all positive feelings without the romance. The person I want to devote myself to is anti-romantic. But until she throws me out, I want to create a little space in her heart that does not function for emotions. I want her to vent her every emotion rather than being a machine. 

I want her to experience every emotion with me. It's going to be one week today since I last met her, but I never fail to deliver flowers with a small personal note before she wakes up. I want to earn her trust, to be added to the few people she trusts. I want her to trust herself. It's the weekend today.

"Good morning, Rasmalai.

 I hope your weekend goes well. I have a little patient fighting for her life after a successful surgery. I noticed she was reading your book; don't ask how I found out. She likes your book and wants to meet you; she's in the hospital for post-surgery medications. I know I'm asking for more, but will you consider your small reader's request? 

Also, every time I write a note to you, I always want something in return. Yes, I'm greedy, as you like to say. Nothing much, but a sweet smile in return will make my day. Happy weekend."

I reached her apartment because of Ishaan and Advit's conversation. I got to know that she is living in her apartment alone. Also, the name of her book—I asked for it from Advit after a lot of effort—he finally revealed it. Although it was for teens and kids, I read it. 

Aree, akhir hum bhi toh bache hi hai.

(After all, I am too a child.)

"Ek bache ke baap banne ki umar mein bacho ki books padhi jaa rahi hai" my subconscious mind scoffed. 

(Children's books are being read at the age of becoming a father of a child.)

I entered the elevator; now, the watchman is familiar with me, so he lets me enter. But initially, he used to do a proper check, as if I were carrying a gun or something. 

It was early for a sane person to wake up at 7 am on weekends. Okay, I wake up at 5 am to get the flowers, but who said I am sane after meeting her? I'm the craziest person on the planet now. 

As the elevator made a ping sound, alerting me that I reached her floor, which was on the 25th floor of the building— the building had freaking 30 floors. 

I was wearing a navy-blue shirt with grey trousers and black polished shoes, with my gelled hair. With a silver Rolex watch. I don't know why I am dressing so formally just to drop these things before she wakes up, but thinking about her makes me dress for her. I would like to dress for her if she checks me out like every time.

 I walked toward her door without making any sound. I placed the carry bag with flowers and the note on the doorknob, but as I was placing the carry bag, it dropped on the floor because it was made of paper, making a sound. 

In a snap of seconds, the door opened, revealing a sharp knife just a centimeter away from my eyes. I gulped the air, looking at the knife, which was sharp enough to cut the air.