OH OVERWHELMING LOVE!

✨CHAPTER 29✨

"I may not be the happiest person in the world, but I felt like one when you said you were happy to see me, even if you didn't say it with such words, but I saw the way you looked at me when you found me in the crowd. You smiled, and it made strangers know I was loved................................"

After a moment, Vatsal walked over to the laundry basket, peering inside. "What about these? Should we do a second round?"

Shubhita glanced over, noticing the pile of clothes that still needed washing. "Yeah, we might as well. No point in leaving them for later." She sighed, a little overwhelmed by the amount of work still ahead. "You know, with all this laundry, I feel like we're running a dhobi ghat here."

Vatsal laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, if that's the case, maybe I should start charging you for my services."

"Oh, really?" she said, stepping closer, her tone playful but challenging. "And what exactly are you charging for? The mess you made with the laundry this morning?"

"Hey, I'm learning! And besides, I'm pretty sure my company is worth something."

Shubhita rolled her eyes, though she couldn't help but smile. "Fine, I'll pay you in your favourite toasts. But only if you manage not to ruin any of my clothes."

"Deal," Vatsal said, grinning as he moved to start the next load.

As they continued with their task, the sun climbed higher in the sky, filling the apartment with a warm, golden light. The two of them worked side by side, exchanging light-hearted banter and the occasional teasing comment. Every so often, their hands would brush against each other as they reached for the same item, sending a small spark of awareness through the air.

As they worked together, Shubhita showed him how to wring out excess water and fold the clothes neatly. They moved to the balcony, where a metal drying rack stood ready. The fresh breeze outside added a pleasant contrast to the warm sun.

Shubhita and Vatsal began hanging the clothes, with Shubhita showing him how to spread the garments out evenly to ensure they dried properly. She carefully pinned each item to the rack, adjusting the positions so they wouldn't overlap too much.

Vatsal, although still a bit awkward, tried his best to mirror her actions. He carefully hung up a shirt, making sure it was evenly spaced. "How am I doing so far?" he asked, his tone a mix of hope and humour.

"You're doing great!" Shubhita said, giving him an encouraging smile. "Just remember to be gentle with the delicates. They're a bit more fragile."

As they continued sorting through the laundry, Vatsal reached into the basket for the next item to hang. His hand froze mid-air as he pulled out a delicate piece of some Shubhita's garment. For a moment, he was unsure of what to do, his eyes widening as he glanced at the smooth silky item in his hand. His cheeks tinged a light pink, and he quickly turned his gaze elsewhere, hoping Shubhita wouldn't notice.

But luck wasn't on his side. Shubhita, who had been reaching for another piece of clothing, looked up just in time to see what he was holding. Her eyes widened, and for a split second, she froze as well. A wave of embarrassment rushed over her, and she felt her face flush a deep crimson.

"Uh... I..." Vatsal stammered, clearly flustered as he tried to think of the least awkward way to handle the situation.

Shubhita quickly closed her eyes, her face still burning with embarrassment. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the nervous laughter that threatened to escape. "Just... just put it in the back," she mumbled, gesturing toward the laundry line, still refusing to meet his eyes.