"And he smiled at me, like there was something in me worth looking at."
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"And if you hurt me,
That's okay, baby, only words bleed.
Inside these pages, you just hold me,
And I won't ever let you go.
Wait for me to come home...
Wait for me to come home."
I hummed under my breath, giggling as Tunisha di sent me a pic of little Mihir sleeping in Vidyut bhai's arms while he conversed with his P.A.
The caption wrote 'his koala behavior reminds me so much of you'.
I huffed, poking my tongue even though I know she can't see me. I looked at my appearance in the mirror for the last time before turning around.
It had been a few weeks since we came back from the trip. Chachi ji called yesterday, asking us to join them for a little 'get-together' plan. I actually loved the idea, because since we came back, Avyansh has been very busy with his work.
Not to sound like a clingy wife but I have seen him shouting at someone on the phone at night. I wouldn't hear much of it because of the fog of sleep but if I asked about that later, he would just pull me close to him, mumbling nothing as he stuffed his face in my neck.
I informed Rudra about it during his call a few days later, but he brushed it off as just work.
Naina's also indulged in her upcoming book, so I haven't heard from her since we came back. Amaira texted me a few days back saying that she's going to Kolkata for some work.
And the last week has been quite hectic for me as well with back-to-back meetings and therapy schedules arranged.
Pushing these thoughts aside, I reach the lounge area to see Avyansh, with his back facing me as he talked with someone in a different language. He wore a solid black t-shirt with dark trousers, his back muscles flexing so perfectly as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Просто найдите последнее местоположение. Там что-то должно быть."
(Just find the latest location. There's got to be something.)
I slowly approached him as he talked, I couldn't understand a word, except for the fact that I knew he was speaking in Russian, but I knew it must be something big to make him so tense.
I slowly traced his right hand with my hand, before gently intertwining my fingers with his. I slowly brought up our hands, pressing a gentle, feather-light kiss on his knuckles as my eyes automatically fluttered close. I timidly looked up to see him already staring at me darkly in silence.
