LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

☆ || M o v i e s || ☆

"Cinema is the most beautiful fraud in the world."
—Jean-Luc Godard

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A A R N A

TEN DAYS LATER, I am so glad nowadays. After that night, he apologised, and we had that heartfelt conversation. He seemed to be changed. One morning, he came to me and said I should arrange my clothes in the biggest wardrobe wherever I wanted. I was shocked but also surprised.

The routine follows the same. We wake up and I do my yoga. I've noticed his regular schedule. He runs in the morning as his cardio exercise. Then his shootings or promotions, ad shoots. In the evening, it's swimming. But he plays tennis rather than swimming on consecutive days to keep his routine moderate. His tennis partner is Vedat to be precise. And the match between them gets so heated up because no one wants to lose it. He looks hot while playing. To be precise because of his front hair that thrashes along with his body moves.

Then he returns at night, and we dine and sleep while he shares some of his movie scenes when I insist on knowing. I can't ask him suddenly to take me to his movie studio. What if he gets suspicious? I can't borrow risk. It needs to be steady.

These days, he has been less on his shoots and more on photoshoots for the movie.

When I ask him something if he wants to let out, he hesitates and that's perfectly fine with me.
I know it's tough for him to open up, but he's changing, and I'm glad for that part.

It was on this Monday he appreciated me and I was on cloud nine. I blushed all day thinking about it. I wore the floral printed pink-white Saree and his words, "Flower itself doesn't need flowers." At first, I was confused if he indicated flowers to me. But after he tucked a night jasmine flower in my hair I was surprised. He wouldn't do that, right? Giving me small unexpected heart attacks with his small gestures.

Two days ago, he brought four perfume bottles I broke from his exclusive section. He said it was for me. And trust me, I've never known them before. Salted caramel, Midnight Bloom, Brazilian Crush, Lancome Idol. Their fragrance feels like I'm eating a delicious cake and smells like heaven. I told him I don't use perfumes much, and then he was like take it or throw it away, He doesn't care. I technically rolled my eyes. He is grumpy sometimes, but I like him.

Martha and I prepare the breakfast when he makes his presence.

"Good morning," Martha wishes.

"Morning. What's there for breakfast?"
He asked Martha who was cooking pancakes.
The thing was, I made the rainbow pancakes, but when I saw him descending the stairs, I quickly exchanged the places giving the lead to Martha and pretending to slice the fruits.

He doesn't like my cooking. So.

His eyes set on me for a while, taking a brief look at my light purple Saree before he smiles. Softly.

"Come out. Martha will see everything."
I nodded at Martha before following him.

He was seated already when I took the adjacent seat. "Good morning." I wished. A whisper. What happens to me when his grey orbs stare at me? It feels as if I'm drowning. My eyes don't dare to look up. Eyes do the betrayal.

He keeps his phone aside before filling my glass with Cranberry juice. "Morning."

"Your tea is ready. I'll bring it." He caught my wrist before I could even stand.

"You have your juice. I'll bring myself."

I bit on my lip when he ceded.

Mahadev! What's happening to me? Why am I behaving like a ten-year-old? I'm not a teenager, right?