⋆｡˚The Fervor˚｡⋆
"It was you the whole time?" I almost yelled at him.
"Who else you wanted it to be then, peach?" He husked coming closer to me.
"All those creepy texts, were from you?" I felt relieved after a long time, after knowing it was him.
"W...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Why haven't you woke up yet?" A high pitched voice reached my ears, before I woke up to a water splash on my face.
I struggled to open my eyes, "It's been half an hour since I am trying to wake your lazy ass up." Mumma shooted glares at me as I tried to reciprocate her actions.
"I had to pull an all nighter last night, Mumma" I tried reasoning myself.
"You have your flight tomorrow, there are thousands of chores to do, wake up!" Mum admonished me.
"Okay mummy yaar, I'm getting up in 5 minutes." I stated.
With that mumma left.
With one thought that kept revolving in my head, I stepped in my bathroom, did my morning business. I let "Is it really happening?" Take over me.
I headed downstairs for breakfast.
"Virika, are you really sure about leaving this all behind and start a new life?" Mumma asked with concern.
"Ofcourse mumma, I am, would you guys miss me?"
"This shouldn't even be a question, Viri." Papa spoke.
"Still papa, say it na, I like hearing these words from you guys." I wheedled.
"What is that promise that you two do all the time?" Papa questioned me and mumma.
"Is it pinky promise that you're talking about?" I asked.
"Yes, pinky promise." He exclaimed while forwarding his pinky finger to me. Cutie he is.
I put my finger forward too.
"Mumma,you aren't going to miss me?" I asked while looking at mum, who tried her best to chew on her food.
"Ofcourse, as he said, this shouldn't be even a question, Viri." She said quickly, her voice cracked a bit, trying to hide her ever flowing tears.
Typical Indian moms.
"It's okay mumma, I know you are hiding your tears, could we have a mall day today, for the last time? I really want to spend some time with you." I put my request forward.
"Sure, are you done with your breakfast?" She asked me in a manner that sounded more like scolding.
"Almost. Papa try to come back home early today." I demanded.
"Hanji Viri." He said excitedly.
I pushed my plate aside, and stood up from the dining chair, heading back to my room, I saw the bouquet that I had recieved five days back. Seeing the flowers die slowly, my heart ached, unknowingly. The note attached to it, was a bit too Cliche. "Have a safe journey".
It's been 2 years, that I had been receiving things like this. Is it creepy? I don't feel creeped out. Maybe I like this attention? The feeling of having a secret admirer excites me.
