Dil ki Dilli

Spark of Attraction

Rohan's words hung in the air like a sweet melody, leaving me breathless. “I think we make a great team. In more ways than one.”

I met his gaze, feeling the warmth radiate from him. My heart raced as the tension between us crackled, filling the space with an electric charge.

“Rohan,” I whispered, my voice barely escaping my lips.

He leaned in closer, our faces mere inches apart, the world around us fading into a soft blur. “Avni, I've wanted to say this for a while now. I like you.”

My pulse skyrocketed, each beat echoing in my ears. “I like you too, Rohan.”

With that simple exchange, he brushed his lips against mine, igniting a spark that sent shivers racing down my spine. In that instant, time stood still, and the chaos of the café melted away, leaving only the intoxicating connection we shared.

As we pulled back, breathless, Rohan wore a radiant smile. “I've been wanting to do that for weeks.”

I grinned, warmth flooding my cheeks. “I’ve been wanting you to.”

Our lips met again, this time with a deeper, more passionate intensity as if all the unsaid words and feelings surged forth in a single kiss. The world around us faded completely, and all that existed was us.

The next few days passed in a delightful blur. Our project became a beautiful blend of creativity and romance, each moment infused with an exhilarating energy. Rohan and I were no longer just collaborators; we were partners in every sense of the word.

When I shared the news with Sanju, she squealed in delight. “I knew it! You two are perfect for each other!”

I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with happiness. My family was equally thrilled, especially my mother. “Rohan seems like a lovely boy, Avni. We’re so happy for you,” she said, her eyes sparkling with joy.

As our relationship blossomed, Rohan introduced me to his world, and together we explored Delhi’s hidden corners, laughing and discovering new wonders at every turn. Each adventure brought us closer, weaving our lives together in ways I had never imagined.

One evening, Rohan took me to his favourite rooftop café overlooking the bustling city. The view was breathtaking, with the twinkling lights of Delhi stretching out beneath a blanket of stars.

“Avni, I want to share something with you,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

I leaned in closer, curiosity lighting my eyes. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, his gaze focused and determined. “I’ve been thinking of expanding The Cozy Cup,” he said, a hint of excitement dancing in his eyes. “A new location, maybe in Hauz Khas.”

My heart raced at the prospect. “That’s amazing! I’d love to help.”

Rohan’s grin widened, a mixture of relief and joy on his face. “I knew you’d be on board. Together, we can make it happen.”

As the stars twinkled above us, Rohan took my hand, his warmth enveloping me. “Avni, I think I’m falling for you,” he said, his voice filled with genuine emotion.

My heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed with a rush of affection. “I’m falling for you too, Rohan,” I replied, my voice soft but steady.

In that magical moment, surrounded by the beauty of the city and the warmth of our newfound love, I knew this was just the beginning of our love story. Our hearts intertwined; we stood on the precipice of something extraordinary, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead together.