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"Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror.
"They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers.
"But they don't have the fragranc...
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"Megha!" Ishika squealed as she saw me.
"Hi!" I said, opening the gate of her house.
She was sitting in her garden, sipping her evening tea. She got up and engulfed me in the tightest possible hug. I did hug her back with the same energy.
"He's not here yet." She said pouring tea for me.
It took me a second to figure out she was talking about the potential tenant.
My mind is in too many places. It feels like there are too many tabs open and most of them are hung so bad that I just can't close them. However hard I try.
"I hate latecomers," I complained, taking a sip from my cup.
"It's okay, he'll be here. Till then we can gossip."
That's what I want to avoid. I already know her questions and I have no answers.
"Ishika--"
"Megha, I know nothing is real and all your answers, but you will have to--"
"Hi!"
Before Ishika could continue with her same, old lecture, we heard a male voice. The guy was standing by the gate.
He too looked tall, slim but fit. The way he was standing so sternly made me believe that he was in the army as well.
"May I come in?" He asked politely.
"Yeah, sure." Ishika replied, "He came yesterday." She whispered to me. I nodded.
"Hi, you must be Megha." I gave him a small nod as he kept his bag by the table.
That was a small bag though. He doesn't have luggage.
"I am Nirvaan,"
Why am I feeling so weird?
Ishika nudged me out of my chain of thoughts.
"Hi. Please sit." I added
"As I told you in the text, I am in urgent need of accommodation. I am a soldier and I was posted here just three days back. Since I am here for barely fifteen days mission, they couldn't arrange quarters for me." He said all of it in a breath. By the end of the sentence, he was almost breathless. Ishika poured him some water.
Since when did soldiers get breathless so easily?
Megha, what are you even?
"Listen, calm down. First. I don't mind giving my house on rent, but who told you I am looking for a tenant? I mean, who informed you this house is empty?"
He took the glass and started to gulp down water slowly as if thinking for an answer.
