"As their eyes met, the hearts fluttered. The butterflies danced, as the souls found their solace in each other's hold. "
A tale of romance that made their hearts to skip beats, as it will make yours too.
Dive in to know how they found their...
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We were sitting behind the orange building. It's our place for real. At first we used to meet here as friends and now as girlfriend- boyfriend and it gives me butterflies to even think about it all. The way we confessed, the way we held each other, the way we.. We kissed. Arghh. It's feels like a dream. And I don't want it to end ever.
We were done for the day. My classes were over and he had his off as he did the night shift too. And although he was tired, he made sure that he met me. He is so lovable na?
I looked at his hand that was beside me. An urge to hold it began creeping inside me, but I was skeptical, or rather shy.
I was trying to muster up the courage to keep my hand on his, but the shyness was not allowing me too. Suddenly taking me aback, he held my hand that was a bit in the air. Entangling them together, he looked at me.
"Abhi bhi sharma rahi ho? We have progressed beyond this, Shri! ", he teased me, as he blinked. (Still shy?)
" Hoh! Kartik! ", how can he be so casual about it? I toh, couldn't even speak about our kiss without turning into a ripe tomato.
" Yes.. Shri! You remember naa! You were in my arms, while.. While our lips.. ", he leaves no chance to make me remember it all and feel all gidding until I hit his chest lightly, " Okay.. Okay.. Besharam. Stop it now! ", he chuckled as I rested my head on his shoulder. He feels like home. He does.
"You don't need to shy away from me, Shri. Though I love it when you turn into a beetroot, par remember, I am all yours. All yours to hold, to do anything that your heart desires. I have surrendered myself to you, Butterfly. ", he confessed. And I wanted to kiss him at that very moment. I just blushed hard over his statement as words failed me. " I love you. I love you so much! ", I whispered, to which he kissed the top of my head.
Butterfly, the nickname that he just gave me. Well, Frankly I love it when he calls me 'Shri', because only my near and dear ones call me that. But I love it more when he calls me names I have never been called before. When he shows that he has the right over me to give me those cute nicknames.
We sat being embraced in love, my head still resting on his shoulder, as I told him, "Kartik.. I wanted to tell my friends about us. I don't want to keep them in dark for long."
I don't know what he'll say, though a part of me knows that he won't have any problem, but..
" It's your call Shri. Well, I would love if you do so. Sach kahu toh, mera bas chale toh mei chilla chilla ke sab ko bata du, ki Shri meri hai! ", he said in his ever so assuring tone, making me smile widely. (The truth is I want to shout it out to the world proclaiming that Shri is mine.)
" Kartik, even I want the world to know that this, Mr. Surgeon is all mine. ", I confessed. " Toh let's do it official. ", he was quick. He is so sure of me. The assurance that his words hold kills all my insecurities.
