As the alarm pierced the morning air, Abhira woke with a start. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and gazed around her room. Her heart skipped a beat when she spotted Armaan's phone beside hers.
She picked up her phone and checked their conversation, her pulse racing as she re-read Armaan's message.
“This is my address. I hope tumhe pahuchne mein problem nhi hoga.”
His address stared back at her, a constant reminder that she'd be at his doorstep in just a few hours.
Abhira swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air. Ruhi and Rohit must have left for their outing by now. She would leave soon, too.
After a refreshing face wash, Abhira stepped out of her room, eager to begin her day. Her eyes landed on the living room sofa, where a stunning bouquet of white and yellow flowers awaited.
Her heart swelled with delight. She had ordered them on a whim, hoping they'd bring a smile to Armaan's face. Now, seeing them in all their glory, Abhira couldn't help but imagine his reaction.
She approached the flowers, gently touching the delicate petals. Would Armaan appreciate the thoughtful gesture? The uncertainty sent a flutter through her chest.
With newfound excitement, Abhira set about getting ready for her visit. Abhira swiftly bathed and slipped into a bathrobe, her mind already racing to the outfit she'd wear to meet Armaan. She browsed her cupboard, discarding dress after dress.
Suddenly, a thought struck her: "Armaan ka favourite colour konsa hai?" Her hand instinctively reached for her phone.
She navigated to Rohit's Instagram profile, searching for Armaan's account. After a brief scroll through the following list, she found it: "Armaan1905."
Armaan's smiling face in the profile picture caught her attention. As she scrolled through his feed, a pattern emerged – his fondness for the blue heart emoji.
"Armaan ka favourite colour blue hai?" Abhira whispered, intrigued.
Inspired, Abhira rummaged through her cupboard, seeking a blue dress. Her eyes landed on a forgotten blue short jumpsuit, tucked away in the corner.
"Wow, yeh dress maine kab khareeda? This is cute. Ruhi layi hogi, phir batana bhul gayi." she exclaimed, delighted.
Though the exact purchase date was irrelevant; but what mattered was that she had the perfect dress for today.
Abhira slipped into the jumpsuit, admiring herself in the mirror. The fitted design accentuated her curves, and the blue hue sparkled in her eyes.
"Perfect," she whispered, feeling confident and radiant.
With her outfit settled, Abhira focused on completing her look. She styled her hair, added subtle makeup, and slipped on her favorite sandals.
With a final spritz of her favorite perfume, Abhira completed her styling. She picked up Armaan's phone, gazing at it momentarily. Suddenly, memories flooded back – Armaan checking her ankle, handing her something to hold.
She recalled the phone wasn't the one he used during the conversation with the aunt. It dawned on her that he had given it to her while tending to her ankle, and she had mindlessly tucked it into her bag.
Grateful for this serendipitous twist, Abhira stepped out of her room. Krish sat at the dining table, munching on cereal.
"Abhira... Armaan bhaiya ke ghar ja rhi hai na?" Krish asked, eyes sparkling.
"Wait, main chor deta hoon tujhe. Bhabhi ne kaha hai tujhe akela nhi chorna hai mujhe."
Abhira rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
