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He was asleep in a sitting position when I walked back into his room.
Turn off the lights or wake him up?
Walking further into the room, I placed the cups on the nightstand before taking a seat, knowing myself, I'd probably end up dropping the cups and staining his sheets.
I watched him for a moment, his head tilted slightly, eyes closed, breathing steady. He looked peaceful, and I couldn't bring myself to wake him just yet. His hair was tousled, falling slightly over his forehead, and a small part of me wanted to reach out and brush it away.
I decided to turn off the lights, letting him rest a bit longer. It was late, and he probably needed the sleep. As I reached for the switch, I moved quietly, trying not to make any noise. The room was cast into darkness, save for the faint glow from the streetlight filtering through the curtains.
"Seerat?" I heard him mumble my name, his voice a little groggy. Gosh, he's so fucking handsome.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you wake me up?" He asked, sitting up.
"It felt bad to wake you up." I replied, picking up the cups, I forwarded one to him, "We didn't have anything for dinner, I made us cup noodles." I tell him, "Eat and then go back to sleep, I'll go to my room, we can watch the movie some other day."
He forwarded his hand to hold the cup but did not take it out of my hand, his fingers stayed wrapped around mine until he sat properly on the bed.
He took the cup from my hand a while later, passing the TV remote to me, "Choose the movie." He said.
"It's okay, we can watch whatever you'd like." I reply, pushing the remote away but he kept it in my lap, "I don't know many movies, I prefer documentaries, so choose." He said.
I looked at him before taking the remote out of his hands, Why did I suddenly forget everything about good movies? I surfed through applications, my noodles were probably cold, but so was his. He did not start eating, instead, his eyes were on me.
I could feel his eyes on me the entire time I was scrolling on Netflix until I stumbled upon I Hate Luv Storys, clicking on the play button, I picked up my fork and mixed my noodles.
I was taking a big slurp when he removed one of his pillows and put it behind me, I leaned back against the pillow he had placed for me, feeling a surprising comfort in this simple gesture.
"I haven't watched this movie in a long time." I tell him, "Mishthi made me watch this...like years ago and I feel like I remember nothing now."
"I remember the songs." Sahaj said, "That's what the FM played all the time back in those days."
"Aapko to yaad hoga, nahi? Kitne saal ke the aap? 20? Mai toh bachi thi." I say, concealing the giggles that were bubbling up inside me. It was fun teasing him about our age difference, even though it wasn't that significant. (You must remember, no? How old were you? 20? I was a kid.)
