Loves' Crossroads

Sweet Favour

ROOHI

The genuine warmth in his embrace made me feel both cherished and buoyant. I could feel the soft, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat against my own as he held me close. I hugged him back, my own arms wrapping around him instinctively, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck for a fleeting second. The touch was so reassuring that I nearly forgot why I was there.

"I thought I'd drop by and bring you these," I said, pulling away slightly to hold up the box of cookies, my cheeks flushed with a mix of warmth and embarrassment. "They're fresh from the oven."

His eyes sparkled with a mixture of admiration and affection as he took the box from my hands. "Cookies? You didn't have to but thank you so much. You know I love these."

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within me. "Well, I figured it was a good excuse to see you. I got my name in the survey."

His expression softened even more, a tender smile playing on his lips. He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "I knew you could do it. You have no idea how much proud of you I am. "

I felt a flutter of happiness at his words, a sweet sensation that seemed to spread warmth through my entire being. There was something magical about this unexpected visit, this spontaneous reunion that felt like a breath of fresh air in a world that often seemed too hectic.

He gestured for me to come inside, and I followed him into the spacious, elegantly decorated living room. The space was filled with light, both from the large windows that let in the golden afternoon sun and from the gentle lamps placed around the room. It was all so effortlessly stylish, yet welcoming.

As I settled onto the plush sofa, he set the box of cookies on the coffee table and poured us each a glass of sparkling water. "Tell me everything," he said, his eyes glinting with genuine curiosity and warmth. "What's been going on with you?"

I began to recount the stories of the past few weeks—of small victories and everyday challenges, of amusing encounters and quiet moments of reflection. And as I spoke, he listened with an intensity that made me feel as though my every word mattered. The conversation flowed easily, the connection between us as natural and effortless as ever.

Agastya unboxes the cookies and takes a bite, his eyes turn wide as he swallows and looks at me with a weird yet bright smile.

Why does he look like he is trying to stop himself from coughing?

I shake my head at the thought and ask him about how they taste, "How are they, you know I worked the whole morning to bake them, such a hardworking woman I am" I say as I act to wipe sweat off my forehead.

Agastya smiles at me, in a manner that makes his almond eyes squint in an adorable way, "Chef's kiss, Roo. Wish I was as talented as you. How do you manage to handle so much expertise in everything." He gives me a lot of compliments which makes me giggle.

He is definitely a cutie.

"Aww, thank you, Agya." I move towards him to pinch his cheeks and he extends his hand towards my hair, about to destroy my hairstyle I worked half hour to make. I swat his hand away at the last second. "Nope, Nopity, nope, I have to visit other places too. Do not dare." I try to scare him away with my glare, but he still manages to ruin my hairstyle and I attack him with a pillow on his face.

The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, pillow fights, and the occasional bite of a cookie, which btw Agastya didn't let me have. He says, he doesn't share the things he loves to which I rolled my eyes. 

I glanced outside the huge French windows and the mesmerizing view makes me starstruck. The weather was weathering and we decided to go for a walk in the park.