COMPLETED [EDITED]
This is a story of two souls bound by fate, destined to cross paths in ways neither could have imagined.
Love-a word that holds a universe of emotions within it. For some, it is everything, a guiding light in the darkest times. Fo...
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I got ready and went downstairs, though I didn't want to. My cousins had convinced me, and Preet had come too, so I figured I should go. After dinner, everyone was heading out to a club, and I couldn't miss it. But my mood was ruined by the scene Mahek had created earlier—why was it bothering me so much? Why am I overthinking it? Ahh, I hate this!
When I walked downstairs, I saw Mahek laughing with Vivvan and Preet. And there I was, sulking in a corner, like a total saddo. She never laughs like that with me. Maine iska agle janam mein kya bigada tha? (What did I do to her in my past life?)
After dinner, when everyone left, Mahek came up to me. "Sorry," she said, but after some back-and-forth, I finally said sorry too, realizing I had a part to play in what had happened.
"Okay okay baba, it's okay. Mujhe bhi gussa nahi hona chahiye tha, sorry" (Okay, okay, it's okay. I shouldn't have gotten angry either, sorry), I said, and just as I finished speaking, it started to rain.
"Mahek, chalo andar." (Mahek, let's go inside.) I said, but she didn't listen. She started enjoying the rain, while I stood under the roof. I hate rain.
But today, something about the rain felt different. It was beautiful. The drops falling on her body, enhancing her beauty. The way she closed her eyes to enjoy it, and when she opened them—her brown orbs reflecting the beauty of the rain. The drops on her eyelashes—it was all so mesmerizing. She is beautiful.
Is Yash right? Why am I describing her this way? Am I in love? I've asked myself this question a hundred times but still haven't found the answer.
Then she looked at me and smiled, and that dimple on her cheek... not very visible but still stunning. Uff, her smile made me fall in love with her. Her eyes, the way they looked at me, answered all my questions. And there it was. I knew it now.
I like her. The way she is. The nicknames she gives me—how they don't annoy me anymore. I know she's a little crazy, but she fills the emptiness in me. She completes me. The way she's herself, how she makes everyone laugh... I love the way she is. I love her.
She came up to me. "Chalo." (Let's go.)
"Kaha??" (Where to?) I asked.
"Tumhe toh barish pasand nahi, toh chalo andar." (You don't like the rain, let's go inside.) She said.
"Mujhe laga tum mujhe lene aayi ho, so we can dance in the rain." I said, teasing her.
She smiled, her cheeks blushing. "Kya, ye Mr. Avyaan Raichand bol raha hai? Seriously?" (What, is Mr. Avyaan Raichand saying this? Seriously?)
"Agar tumhe nahi nachna hai..." I said, teasing her more.
"Nahi, nahi, chalo!" (No, no, let's go!) She said, pulling me to a small yard. Then she started dancing and asked me to copy her.
