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SIYA
"Suno," I said, peeking from behind the washroom wall.
I hoped he hadn't gone to sleep yet. It had only been twenty minutes since I walked into the bathroom to wash my tear-stained face.
I had been crying ever since Dad showed up in my room and gave me a hug. It was the best hug I could ask for, but good things come with some pain, and the pain in my situation was my red and puffy eyes.
I stepped out of the bathroom, not getting any response, and took small steps while holding the side of my heavy red lehenga as I entered the room.
His room was neither black nor grey; it was off-white with huge glass windows that led to a balcony. There was a dark blue couch and a small coffee table in front of it. Another door, probably a closet, was situated in the room, and the walls were decorated with his photo frames.
As I moved a little forward, my eyes settled on the bed—more specifically on the person who was lazily lying on his stomach with his eyes closed, and ruffled hair.
Taking another step toward the bed, I leaned slightly and whispered in a low voice, "Suno." I really don't know why I'm saying 'suno' instead of his name, but it feels weird to call him 'Veer' right now.
Marriage effect, maybe.
When he didn't stir from his position, I took another step until I was just a step away from the bed and leaned in, bending my knees so I was at his eye level.
If I could sleep in my lehenga, I would do so, letting him rest peacefully as he was right now. His features looked soft in the nighttime, possibly due to the room light, but they did seem gentle.
His eyes were closed, giving me a full view of his long lashes. His breathing was steady and relaxed. My gaze slid down further until it reached his lips, and that's when I noticed a small mole on the corner of his lower lip. It was almost unnoticeable unless you looked closely.
But wait, why am I staring at him so closely?
I'm here to ask him to lend me clothes for tonight, not to stare at him inappropriately.
Shaking my head, I pushed those thoughts aside and whispered again, "Suno!" This time, my voice was a bit louder.
Thankfully, his eyes fluttered open, and he rubbed a hand lazily on his face, causing some strands of hair to fall over his forehead. The urge to smooth them away was quite irritating. but he looked at me.
Clenching my lehenga tightly, I tried to shift my weight to the other leg, as I couldn't really kneel down fully. I opened my mouth to speak but suddenly my eyes widened as I lost my balance and fell back with a thud.
It hurt. My eyes scrunched in pain as a low whimper escaped my lips. The heavy embroidered lehenga pressed painfully into my lower back—definitely going to leave some redness.
