Love Departing From Plateform 1

09 | Sweet Delight

Delight in little things, they will make your life sweet 💕✨

Aakriti's POV

My hand itching to caress his face, but I hesitated. Just as I was about to pull back. He pressed my hand to his face, his eyes closing as he leaned into the touch. The warmth of his skin, the gentle pressure of his hand on mine, sent shivers down my spine.

Our eyes locked, and we began to lean in, our faces inches apart. "Yash," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Hmm," he muttered, his lips brushing against mine.

Is he about to kiss me? I wondered, my heart racing.

But just as our lips touched, the alarm blared to life.

"Ahhhh!" I almost screamed, jolting upright.

"What kind of dream was that?" I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the vivid image.

"A very beautiful kind of dream," my inner self replied, a sly smile spreading across my face.

God, what's happening to me? I've never been like this before. I can't stop thinking about him during the day, and now he's invading my dreams too.

"What happened, beta?" Rama Aunty rushed into my room, concern etched on her face. Did I scream that loud?

"N-nothing, Aunty," I stammered, sitting up in the bed, trying to composed myself.

"Okay, then freshen up fast and have your breakfast," she said, her expression softening.

"Mom, Dad?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"They left early morning, but they said they'll come back early today," she replied with a sympathetic smile, I nodded, she headed towards the kitchen.

Poor Rama Aunty! She's had to repeat this line every second day since she started working here, accompanied by that same sympathetic smile. Or poor me! I get my hopes up every time, thinking they might actually come back early today.

The alarm started ringing again, and I slapped it silent. "Stupid alarm! Couldn't you wait a few more minutes? We were about to kiss!" I mumbled

Burying my face into the pillow,"Yashhh..." I sighed.

Yash's POV

"Kriti..." I whispered, tracing her name on the corner of the sketch with my fingers. I had already framed the sketch she made that day, asking her to sign it as Kriti.

I picked up the toolbox and hung it near the window, where the morning light highlighted the sketch. I must say, she has some god-gifted talent. I never looked this handsome in photos or mirrors.

Just then, Kanika leaned on the doorframe of my room. "Bhai, Maa is asking if you have clothes for washing."

"Yeah, take those," I said, pointing to the pile of clothes on my couch. My couch is like my second wardrobe. Why bother putting clothes away in the wardrobe when you can just throw them on the couch? Easy access!

Instead of taking the clothes, Kanika walked towards me and said, "Bhai, I've seen people hang pictures of dogs, cats, or horses in their rooms. But why did you hang a sketch of a monkey?"

"Nice joke, Kanika! Bilkul hasi nhi aayi." I said

(Nice joke, Kanika! Not funny at all)

"Well, the sketch looks really good," she said.

"Because I look really good," I replied, adjusting my collar.

"Nice joke, Bhai! Bilkul hasi nhi aayi." She said.