Mahika and Amoli can't stand each other, but that's not the only thing they have in common.
Mahika treats Amoli like she's childish. Amoli thinks Mahika is a stuck-up prude. But Mahika's best friend and Amoli's brother are getting married, so they c...
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˗ˏˋheavy rains and dam breaks'ˎ˗
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It's like a dam broke, or something.
Amoli doesn't know if her and Mahika were somewhat careful about touching each other before because they were unsure of how to go about it, or if they just didn't know how the other would react, but ever since Mahika kissed Amoli in her room that night and then again earlier, they must have subconsciously figured somehow that, well. There was no need to be careful. Not anymore.
Anyway. So... Mahika is touchy. Big news.
On the inside, Amoli might be handling that terribly, but she's definitely doing a fantastic job of acting normal about it on the outside, actually. She's doing so well. She's being perfectly normal about it, thank you.
Only aside from the visible blush on her cheeks. The one that goes around the tips of her ears and rushes all the way down to her neck when Mahika wraps her fingers around Amoli's wrist, of course. But that's it.
"Can't have you getting lost in the crowd," Mahika murmurs without looking at her, slipping her fingers through the gaps between Amoli's with her eyes still fixated out of the window to assess the crowd around them as their cab comes to a slow halt.
And that's... suddenly not it at all.
Amoli tries to regulate her breathing a bit and looks around the small space to gather her purse and wrap cardigan before they get off and the cab drives away, the sun casting a warm, golden hue over the bustling streets.
"Is that the reason or an excuse?" Amoli asks in a voice that doesn't shake like her heart does inside her chest, looking down at their hands and then at Mahika She no longer knows how to hide the tenderness in her eyes when she looks up at Mahika. So she doesn't try.
Mahika just shrugs, a half smile playing on her lips.
The air at the street market is alive with the scent of vibrant flowers and the murmur of the people buzzing around, and Amoli is so enamored for the first few seconds that she doesn't even know what to say.
The sight reminds her of a... well, not a conversation, per se, because it was more of a spat than anything. It's not like her and Mahika ever talked back then without things escalating into a fight.
"You remembered," she murmurs eventually, and Mahika still isn't looking at her.
"Well... I mean..." she starts, "you were pretty upset that day..." and trails off. Pauses. Looks like ninety percent of the blood in her body has rushed straight to her cheeks.
And Amoli doesn't comment on it because it's not like she's doing any better when she blinks down at the pavement. "I didn't think you were paying attention," she says in return, and there may have been something about her tone that makes Mahika squeeze Amoli's fingers between her own.
