COMPLETED
This is a story of two souls bound by fate, destined to cross paths in ways neither could have imagined.
Love-a word that holds a universe of emotions within it. For some, it is everything, a guiding light in the darkest times. For others...
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I can't lose her. Not now. Not ever.
She looked stunning in her casual outfit, ready for our bike ride. The others decided to stay back, recovering from the aftermath of last night's partying. Lucky me—I finally had her all to myself.
"Chale?" she asked, her voice soft, laced with an inviting sweetness. (Shall we go?)
"After you, jaan," I said, flashing a grin. (After you, darling.)
As she started to walk ahead, I couldn't help but notice her cheeks tinting a soft pink. She was blushing, and it was adorable.
Unable to resist, I reached out and gently tugged her closer, my fingers brushing her arm. Her gaze met mine, and I caught the nervous bite of her lip.
"Why hide that blush?" I teased, lowering my voice. "Don't bother, I'm going to make you blush every minute."
Her cheeks flamed redder, and I chuckled softly.
"That's my girl," I said warmly. "Don't hide anything from me."
She raised an eyebrow in mock annoyance. "Why are you so bossy today?"
"I'm not bossy," I teased, my grin growing. "I'm just really happy. I've got all of you today."
Her gaze flickered to my cheeks, noticing their flush. A smirk spread across her lips. "Now you're the tamatar!" (Tomato!)
I laughed. "I'm your tamatar, aren't I?" I pulled her in tighter, wrapping my arm around her.
She wriggled free, pinching my arm. "You little bee!" she laughed, darting away playfully.
When I stepped outside, she was already by the bike, adjusting her helmet and jacket.
"Bhaiya ne bola hai 10:00 baje tak wapas. Yahan late night tak bahar rehna accha nahi hai," she said, pausing as she removed her helmet. (Brother said we should be back by 10:00 PM. It's not safe to stay out late here.)
I shook my head with a grin. "Not a chance. Tonight, you're all mine. We'll take a long drive, then head to the mountain. But first," I paused dramatically, "we're stopping for the best pav bhaji at that street stall."
Her eyes lit up in excitement. "Street pav bhaji, love you," she said, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug.
I grinned. "Anything for you, jaan."
She pulled away slightly, pressing her hand to my forehead, her face a mask of exaggerated concern. "Wait, are you really Avyaan Raichand? My boring, hygiene-obsessed boyfriend? And you're going to eat street pav bhaji for me?"
I laughed at her antics. "Anything for you, jaan," I repeated with a wink.
"Bhootni se sidha jaan? Waah," she teased, raising an eyebrow. (From ghost to darling? Impressive.)
