It's Not Finished Yet

Chapter 34

"Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch how quickly they transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves. When one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered."

  - Wes Angelozzi   

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"I..." My eyes were fixed on the table while fiddling with fingers, "I want to say something." I mumbled as we were having a video-call. 

"Hmm?"

I licked my lips and tucked my hair strands behind my ears while sitting straight. "I..." I tried so hard to control the blushy smile on my face.
Gosh this is so cringy

"I want to thank you." I finally muttered out the words looking at him.

"For?" He raised his eyebrow in question with a hint of smile on his face. He must have noticed my changed demeanor.

"For everything, basically." My hands were speaking with my tongue. I have noticed this habit in myself, whenever I get nervous or excited, my hands speak their own language, twisting and turning with every word I say.

He tilt his head, clearly confused.

"I have always wanted a career, and because of you this dream of earning is finally coming true. So thankyou for tolerating me with patience on every mistake I make or whenever I eat your brain."

He leans back on his chair with a smile.

"Not just career, its everything. Be it us, this dreamy love story I'm living in," I chuckled, "or being my mentor, or a friend who understands me, or just..." I raise my shoulders as my throat gets heavy, and release them down, "...everything."

He looked down and chuckled softly then looked up at me.
Did he just blush?

"Just for being in my life basically." I shrugged.

He puts his arm on his table and leans in the camera, "Tum pagal ho." (You're idiot.)

'For you, yes.' My heart jumped silently.

BUT HEY! HE DID BLUSHED.
He always says this phrase 'tum pagal ho' whenever he runs out of words.

I chuckled and covered my face with palms.
Gosh I did it.
But how do I stop blushing now!!!

I run my hands over my hair, running fingers to set them back properly. "Anyways," I tried to brush away the tension I just created between us (and STOP smiling). "What's up?" I picked up the sticky notes and started doodling on them with a pen.

When I received no response, I looked up and found him leaning back on his chair with elbow on arm rest, face resting on the back of his hand and pinky finger slightly touching his lips.

All of this posture while wearing a white turtle neck sweater and staring at me with those eyes.

Those lazy and seductive eyes.

Warmness spread between my thighs and I shift in my chair.
Getting hold of myself, I waved the pen in my hand at him, "Janab?"

He just blinked and smiled in return which didn't help in calming my already throbbing heart.
"Just pray we get more and more clients," that statue finally moved in front of me.

"Ameen summa ameen."

"Then save up and buy a new phone of your choice next month."

My face lights up as he mentions another dream that I want to accomplish.
Buying new phone from my own money.