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"तुम्हारी ज़रूरत है
या बस खयालों का एहसास,
समझ नहीं आता
ये दिल का भी क्या है
राज़।"
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Avyansh Pov
I was asking her some things, and her getting annoyed was almost amusing. I picked up the guitar-shaped plushie.
"Can I have it?" I asked.
"No," she replied, stuffing more clothes into her suitcase.
"I told you, I'll buy you more," I said, trying to coax her.
"Nahi kaha na maine," she snapped, clearly irritated.
"Thanks for giving me this as a gift," I said, placing the plushie on my lap.
I knew she was getting annoyed, and I wasn't entirely sure why, but there was a part of me that enjoyed it.
Maybe, by annoying her, she'd show some more expressions or even talk to me. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted to talk to her about everything.
She huffed, clearly frustrated, and I couldn't help but smile internally. There was something oddly satisfying about seeing her flustered.
She got up and walked toward me. I noticed how a few strands of hair had escaped her bun and fell onto her face.
Her lavender kurti contrasted beautifully with her complexion.
For some reason, I found myself admiring her, the way she looked at that moment.
She reached out, trying to snatch the plushie from my lap. I leaned back, holding it just out of her reach.
"Give it to me," she said, a hint of desperation in her voice.
But I didn't.
Instead, I kept leaning back, enjoying this playful tug-of-war.
Suddenly, she lost her balance and stumbled forward, landing right on my lap.
My arms instinctively wrapped around her to steady her, and I felt the plushie squished between us.
For a moment, everything stood still. Her face was so close to mine, her breath warm on my skin.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and I felt a strange flutter in my chest. She looked away, her cheeks flushed, trying to pull away.
But the plushie was still in between us, and it made the situation even more awkward.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, and it made me feel... something. Something unfamiliar yet not unwelcome.
I couldn't help but smile. "It's okay," I said softly, my voice a bit husky.
She quickly grabbed the plushie and stood up, putting some distance between us. Her face was still flushed, and she avoided making eye contact.
There was a tension in the air, a charged silence that neither of us knew how to break.
As she turned back to her suitcase, I sat there, still feeling the warmth of her in my lap, the lingering touch of her skin.
