𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿14

Vo pasand aye ye ittefaq tha lekin wahi
Pasand reh gaye ye "Mohabbat" hai

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Tahera pov:

I sat on my bed after coming from the terrace, the warmth of the room in stark contrast to the coolness I had just left behind. The night’s air still clung to me like a lingering thought. My mind kept replaying the conversation. His words. The way he’d looked at me. There was something in the way he’d said, "Jo bhi hai, jaisa bhi hai, mera hai," that stayed with me. My heart beat a little faster just thinking about it.

I had never made coffee for anyone before, let alone for someone like him. And to see him drink it, even though he’d called it tasteless... it made me feel something I couldn't quite name. I had wanted to prove to him, somehow, that it mattered. That what I did mattered. But his response — "Apne apne haathoun se pehli baar kuch banaya hai, mai kaise na peeta?" — left me confused and strangely touched.

I ran my fingers over the cup, still warm, almost as if it still carried a part of him.

Why did he say that? Why did I let myself get so affected? Kyu? I asked myself the same question he had. But I couldn’t find the answer.

The silence of my room felt louder now, and my thoughts louder still.

I never expected to feel this way about him. He had been a friend, someone I’d always known, someone I could talk to without thinking twice. But now? Now everything seemed different.

I hugged my knees to my chest, feeling an unfamiliar weight pressing on me. Something had shifted between us, but neither of us said it outright. He had tried to make it sound casual, like it was no big deal. But I could see it. He was scared, just like I was.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, lost in the complexity of what had just happened. My heart fluttered at the thought of him, but I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Would things go back to normal? Or had we crossed a line that could never be uncrossed?

I pulled the blanket up, wrapping it tightly around me, but sleep eluded me. My thoughts remained tangled, just like the feelings I had for him — undefined, unspoken, but undeniably real.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, but my mind wasn’t on the quiet room anymore. It was on him. That question — "Aap meri dost haina?" — kept echoing in my head. It wasn’t the question that stung, not really. It was the way he asked it, like it was an obvious truth, a simple fact, and maybe, in his world, it was.

But for me? It hurt. More than I expected.

I had already fallen for him — probably a long time ago, without even realizing it. It wasn’t just the way he spoke or his easy smiles. It was the little moments, like today. When he looked at me, even when he didn’t think I noticed. When he drank my coffee, even though it was nothing special. He saw me in ways I didn’t know anyone else did. And that… that meant something to me.