Silent Ties: Fusion Of Hearts

Chapter 22

Azlan's POV:

I had no idea that I would end up kissing her during our outing, caught off guard by the sudden rush of emotions. She confirmed that I had not misunderstood her, and at that moment, I found myself unable to resist. I longed for her to refer to me as 'baby' once more, but she only did it in a moment of envy, which I found endearing and heartwarming. She fled without even looking at me when we got home. I hope that my suddenness didn't shock her-I knew she was embarrassed.

We have one more day left, and we're departing tomorrow. I yearn to cherish every moment with her, wanting to create lasting memories and strengthen our connection. I descended the stairs and discovered her seated among the group, engaged in a pleasant conversation with everyone. She abruptly stopped talking and began idly glancing around, avoiding eye contact, as soon as she noticed me. I sense that she still carries a sense of shame, her demeanor reflecting a lingering discomfort that tugs at my heart. We all had breakfast, and my sister invited me to join them for a movie. Zia will be present, so I agreed with her. I took a seat as we all assembled in the room. Once inside, she took the seat furthest away from me. She hadn't even looked at me since the morning, which irritated me. Did I frighten her? Was it something she didn't li

"Why don't we see that baby movie?" I asked while they were choosing the film. Everyone was staring at me, even her. I explained to Ifra the movie where the baby is abducted and ends up somewhere else. It's a funny one, and the baby is adorable. Ifra nodded, saying, "I get it. Is it baby's day out, right?" "Yes, that baby movie," I said in response. Zia kept looking at me, and even though I knew she wanted me to look at her side, I refused. To get her to come talk to me, I want to tease her more. The film ended, and we all headed down. I interrupted Ifra and Zia's conversation by remarking, "Wasn't the baby movie good? The baby looked adorable ". Ifra gave a nod in response to my response, but Zia merely gave me a blank stare. "Bhai, I believe your future babies will undoubtedly be adorable, as both you and Zia Bhabhi have good genes in your family," Ifra remarked warmly. Zia glanced down as I began to cough. Ifra realized that Zia was also standing there. I smacked Ifra on the head and asked, "Why do you keep talking nonsense ?"

She dashed away, and I swiftly followed her to the garden. The moonlight bathed the lawn in a soft glow, casting a serene ambiance over the scene. She was sitting on the grass, her knees drawn up to her chest, and I joined her, trying to calm my racing heart. As soon as she saw me, she began to rise, but I gently placed a hand on her shoulder, preventing her from standing up.

"What is it?" she asked, glancing at me with wide eyes. "Baby, why are you running away?" I blurted out. The instant the words left my mouth, I realized my mistake. "Zia, I mean, not that," I quickly corrected myself. "Why are you running away? Did I do something wrong?"

She stared down at the grass, and I feared she was upset. But then I noticed her ears had turned red. It dawned on me that she was embarrassed. She turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of shyness and something else. "Don't you know why? It's not like anything went wrong with you. I was shy, and then you started mocking me with 'baby this, baby that'."

She was making such a cute expression that I couldn't help but stare at her. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked so endearing that my heart ached. When she questioned me once again, I responded, "I was teasing you to get you to talk because I thought you didn't want to. With our departure looming tomorrow, I am determined not to squander this precious final day without sharing words with you."

"How do you say these cheesy things so easily?" she said, her voice softening. "You also need not be concerned that I will find your gestures offensive. I will talk about anything that makes me uncomfortable right then and there. I'm shy if I'm being silent. How could I not like you when you are so adorable?"

"Do you have feelings for me?" I asked, seeking clarity.

"Is that the point you focus on?" she asked, blushing even more.

"That is significant. So, do you?" I responded, my heart pounding in my chest.

She turned to face me and added, "I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

I was going to die because of this girl. She seemed bashful over trivial matters, yet here she was speaking of liking me as though it were an easy task. Is liking me really that simple? My uncertainty about her feelings stems from my tendency to come across as aloof and distant, unintentionally erecting barriers that hinder genuine connections with others.

We settled on the soft grass, exchanging playful banter and sharing lighthearted conversations that filled the air with warmth and laughter. The moonlight danced on her face, highlighting the gentle curves of her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. Every moment felt precious, a memory I wanted to etch in my mind forever.

As she prepares to leave, I wish to accompany her, yet the challenge lies in explaining my already booked ticket to my parents. How can I handle this situation? She will also not allow me to make such a lengthy trip solely for her. I need to find an excuse for traveling to Germany.

Looking at her, I knew I would find a way. This was a moment worth any excuse, any plan. I wasn't going to let distance keep us apart, not now, not ever.