"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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~Few days later~
We both sat behind that same orange building. She was just done with her clinics and we had our lunch here only, moments ago. Her head was resting on my shoulder as I was playing with her fingers.
Damn! Her fingers;) They are so small, so soft, so fragile. And I love it how they fill in the space between mine.
Her hair was sprawled halfway over my back and shoulder, as she had untied them over my constant naggings.
I somehow like her open hair. It adds to her beauty. Well she looks just as mesmerizing with her tied hair as well, but I love it when she leaves them open.
Well, one can say that I am addicted to have those long tender strands over my self. Yeah. I love it when one or two of her hairstrands gets tangled with the fabrics of my shirts, and then I randomly find them while removing my shirts or while giving them for laundry.
I sighed as realised that I had to leave. I had OPD today and the rush there is insane. I could only get myself some minutes. I softly called out to Shri, who was laying calmly on my shoulder, holding my left biceps.
“I love you! “, I mummbled as I kissed her forehead. “ I love you too! “, she too said with a shy blush.
We both got up and walked to our respective works.
As I walked into the OPD, I found many stares on me.Weird.Maybe I am over assuming. Nevertheless, ignoring them all, I began attending to the patients.
A number of patients passed, and I realised that there was certainly something wrong for the way everyone was staring at me, and some of the ladies were even blushing.
Shri doesn't wear lipstick, so is it the hair strand? As I moved my eyes to check my eyes, they landed on the top left pocket of my cream coloured shirt. As I realised what it was, I closed my eyes tightly. Kartik Yaar!
“Dr.Sahab, aap toh bade woh nikale! “, one of the patient commented and giggled. “Wahi toh, bade romantic ho ha! “, other added. I could feel nearly everyone giggling and the ladies blushing hard. (Dr.Sir, you are quiet romantic.) (Yes.)
Arey Yaar! Hair Clutcher hi toh hai!
Yes, a lavender coloured clutcher totally getting all the highlight over your cream coloured plain shirt. Bada aya, Clutcher hi toh hai! (It's just a hair clutcher.)
“Kartik, Tu baal waal badhane ke bare mei soch raha hai kya? Clutcher leke ghum raha hai so? “, my SR, chuckled as he questioned me that in front of everyone. (Kartik, are you planning to grow your hair or something? Since you are roaming with hair clutcher?)
Kartik!!!
I ran my tongue over my dried lips trying to form as excuse as I scratched the tip of my nose. A lavender coloured Clutcher of my Butterfly laid attached to the left top pocket of cream coloured shirt. Totally at display. Just then my eyes went to the person who stood at the door of the OPD, trying to gather courage to seek permission to get inside. “I'll just be back! “, I quickly made up an excuse and got up. I definitely did hear the SR and the people laugh behind my back.
