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There was someone at the door.
I looked at the wall clock, half an hour past midnight, couldn't be Sahaj, Mishthi? I hope, I need her.
Keeping the packed suitcase aside, I wiped my face with my tshirt before walking out of my room and turning the lights on as I walked over to answer the door.
I looked through the sidelight only to find Zaran's head sticking to the glass, making me pull back instantly and open the door. Sahaj got this new door with a sidelight installed after the Neel incident and it's been really helpful.
There was a box in his hand, the lid between his teeth and a lighter in his other hand as he lit up the two candles on the cake in the box.
"Um...come in first." I opened the door wider, stepping aside to give him space but he shook his head, making a weird noise as he tried to say something. I took the lid out of his mouth, raising my brows.
"Blow the candles first." He said. I did as he said, clapping for myself as he smiled, "Happy Birthday, Seerat." He said, keeping the lighter in his pocket as he walked past me.
I felt my eyes filling up yet again, but this time, with happiness as I closed the door and followed him inside.
I watched him put the cake on the table as he lit the candles again.
"Why did you light them again?" I asked.
"Because." He shrugged, "Now sit down, we're calling your husband and making him feel bad for not being here." But he won't feel bad.
"Um...I don't think he's awake... let's skip doing that, I don't think he would like us disturbing his sleep." I advised, taking a seat, "and I've already talked to him, let's not call him."
He looked at me sceptically, "Okay." He nodded.
I finally got the time to look at the cake in better light and the sight made me laugh, "What is this?" I asked, pointing towards the cake.
"It's you." He frowned.
"With pink hair?" I asked.
"Your favourite colour is pink." Zaran nodded.
"When did I say my favourite colour is pink?" I asked, raising my brows.
"You wear pink clothes all the time." He answered as if it was the most obvious thing to exist.
"Okay."
"Your favourite colour isn't pink?" He asked, I shook my head, I liked pink, I just liked his confused expressions, "it is from today." He stated, "Now, candles."
I blew the candles one more time, this time, with him singing me 'Happy Birthday'. He clicked a few pictures before handing me a knife.
Slicing a small piece, I asked, "Did you make this cake?"
