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The warm rays of sunlight peeped through the curtains of the window, which were ringing up by the delicate breeze adduced in the cool atmosphere of rishikesh, the room which was stuffed up by the loud and dense reality of mayank's blewed up life was now saturated with mayank and abhishek's soft and mellowed up breathing, the warmth and comfortness which was being furnished to mayank by abhishek's sheltered and smooth touch was still lingering in the atmosphere,
Mayank's sleep was disturbed when the sunrays fall on his fatigued face, he groaned lightly, tilting his face straight, snuggling his face into abhishek's chest, shielding his face completely, he was not at all in mood of snapping out from his untroubled sleep, don't know why but this snooze was different, something which was making him feel that till now he was just shutting his eyes for some time to divert from his life's pain, but this , this is the real sleep when he is actually realising the stress, on the other side, abhishek tightend his hold on mayank, pressing him more into himself,
But the loud snores had more ability than the hot sunlight to disturb mayank's sleep, who opened his eyes, squinting them a little,adjusting his vision in the bright atmosphere; and the first view he saw was the sleeping face of the person who was hugging him tightly, who's one arm was wrapped around his shoulder, while the other one was gently patting his back in rhythmic way, the person was definitely having the best sleep of his life which was evident by the satisfactory noisy snores he was taking out, his slightly parted lips making it appearing more effective,
Mayank stared at him at the moment, revising the last night's events, his deep buried feelings are not secret anymore, now there is someone who also knows about him, something which he was successful in hiding from everyone since a long time, he don't know how will abhishek react, there were thousands of possible reactions and mayank was scared from each of them,
"𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘺𝘢 ? [𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 ?]" Abhishek muttered, his voice deep and husky, his eyes still closed, but the way his lips slightly curving upward were enough for mayank to understand that a teasing session was waiting for him,
If it was any another day than abhishek would have received tons of curse words and maybe a few kicks from mayank, but maybe not now; he don't know how to respond, and abhishek's response was making him more confuse than already he was,
"𝘈𝘢𝘣 𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘔𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘺𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘬𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 [𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦. ]" Abhishek said, this time fully awakened, his eyes holding the same usual mischievousness but this time it is along with an genuine careness,
It took a few moments for mayank to came out from his subconscious world, he abruptly stood up from his place, turning his back towards abhishek while stepping towards the main door, but was interrupted by an gentle hold his wrist, he was again turned around,
Mayank diverted his gaze from his wrist towards the person holding it, their eyes locked an little eye contact, which spoke hundreds of silent 'I am there for you' and 'thank yous', which may be is not the right time to speak through words,
Abhishek leaved mayank's hand, sensing the awkward intimate tension, he took the napkin placed on the table, softly tapping the cloth around mayank's mouth, cleaned the remains of the vomit, which are nothing but dry flakes now,
