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Samira was having her typical day. The same old latop in front of her, The same old Taylor Swift running in the background, her hair in a loose braid with her looking like she barely slept last night. Which was true, though.
A soft knock from the front door diverted her from her own world. "Who would it be right now?" Samira whispered to herself, as she stood up to went towards the door.
When Samira slid the door open, there was the ever cheeky Shreyas Iyer, with a charming grin on his face.
"Shrey," Samira muttered to herself, all her initial tiredness washing off with a sight of Shreyas. "What are you doing here?"
Samira noticed that Shreyas was hiding something behind his back. "And, what is that?"
Shreyas smile only widened more, as he stepped inside her house. "Here," Shreyas told, holding out a bouquet of roses, with a love letter on top of it. "The second most prettiest flower I could find."
Samira couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at his action. "You are so sweet," she said, her cheeks at the colour of the very same red roses. "But, what is the first most prettiest flower?"
"You, ofcourse." Shreyas told softly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Samira melted under his soft touch, as she accepted his flowers.
"I still can't believe this, you know?" Samira told, a smile never leaving her face. "This feels like a dream,"
Shreyas chuckled, pushing a strand of her hair back. "Well, it is very real, Sam. I am standing in front of you right now,"
"Well, are you going to let me in, or do I have to prove how real I am, Samira?" Shreyas questioned, making Samira's cheeks flush.
"Come on, in!" Samira welcomed him home, as Shreyas stepped into the friendly atmosphere.
"Sorry in advance," Samira added. "my house and I are a mess right now."
Shreyas chuckled at her disclaimer, taking in the familiar sight of her messy house. As he stepped inside, he reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him.
"You think a little mess scares me, Sam?" he teased, looking down at her with a sparkle in his eye. "I've seen worse, I have shared a room with Rishabh once."
Samira couldn't help but laugh at Shreyas's banter. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at his nape.
"Good point," she said, grinning. "And considering our friends can be tornadoes in human form, I suppose this isn't so bad after all."
Shreyas pulled her even closer, their bodies now pressed against each other.
"I think it's endearing, actually," he murmured, his eyes drifting around the room, taking in the various photos adorning the walls. "It looks like you. It feels like you."
