Love Kaleidoscope

Chap.15

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KIARA'S POV

5th Week

[ Mumbai, India ]

I gazed up at the sky, the soft night breeze brushing past me while the stars twinkled above and the lights from the city below flickered like tiny dots in the distance. It felt calm up here, a peaceful midnight, the kind of night that made you think about everything and nothing all at once. I took a sip of my coffee, the warm liquid soothing me as I sat on the top terrace with Sahil by my side.

This had somehow become our thing-weekends or any time I was home, we'd end up here, on the terrace. Just the two of us, gossiping about the week, exchanging stories about our day, or even listening to Sahil sing random songs. His voice was like that-comforting, familiar, like the background music to all our moments together.

I looked over at him. He was talking about the boring business party he had to attend but skipped, instead went to party and enjoy with his friends . I chucked the way he was animatedly telling how people at business parties act.

When I moved back to India, I thought I would be alone. I didn't have any family here anymore, and for the longest time, it felt like I would just drift through the days-work, come home, sleep, repeat. I didn't expect to find anyone who would make this place feel like home. But then there was Sahil.

He showed up in my life like a breath of fresh air, with his silly jokes, random songs, and those cute little things he did without even realizing it. The chaos, the laughter -it all felt so easy with him, like this was how life was supposed to be.

I don't think he even realizes how much of a difference he's made for me. Without asking for anything in return.

"...and I left. God knows what they did with that drunk idiot," he finished, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I blinked, realizing I'd been staring at him the whole time.I cleared my throat, trying to focus.

"So ," I paused to think and continued " the party ended that early?" I asked, tilting my head, my curiosity piqued. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. "Usually, when friends go to parties, they last till midnight."

"Nah, it's still going. Our weekend parties always last until my mom texts me, telling me not to bother coming home," he said with a laugh that lit up his face. I couldn't help but chuckle too, imagining the scene.

"Compared to that, you came back pretty early today," I said, my tone more questioning than casual.

He shrugged, his body relaxing as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Yup, because I wanted to be here," he said simply, the words rolling off his tongue as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I blinked, surprised. "Here? With me?" I pointed at myself, an amused smile teasing my lips as I tried to read his expression.

He turned his head toward me, a playful glint in his eyes. "Ji ji, mohtarma! Here, with you,"

I felt a flutter in my chest, but I shook it off, raising an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

He shifted his weight slightly, his gaze softening as he looked at me. "Hm? I don't know. Maybe because I wanted to," he paused, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer than usual, "or maybe because this feels more important."

His words hung in the air, the mood suddenly shifting from playful to something deeper. I blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the words didn't come. Instead, I found myself staring at him, feeling something very different yet oddly familiar-like the warmth of a summer breeze, gentle but stirring something deep inside me .