Chapter 42

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Kitna kam padh jata hai waqt,
Tum or main jab bhi milte hain.

~ anonymous

(How fast the time flies,
Whenever you and I meet.)

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Smile crept along my lips as I ruffled through my wardrobe, recalling the texts we just exchanged.

'So you'll need to take responsibility this time, that I enjoy as well ;) '

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. He is such a flirt.

My eyes lingered on two outfits, contemplating which one I should wear for our upcoming date this weekend.
Option A, long denim skirt with white top.
Option B, white floral dress with a blue denim jacket.

One by one I tried the outfits, checking in the mirror and my heart rests the case on Option A.
Now that I think about it, half of my wardrobe collection is either blue or white. And here I thought I was a baby pink girl.

Changing back into pajamas, my mind started to daydream possible scenarios that might happen and I cover my face, squealing internally.

AAAAA
How to control this excitement!!

The excitement is double this time because while discussing our next meeting, I interjected that I will choose the place. Last time I went to the place he chose, so this time he will go to mine. But as I proposed this idea, he gave me a flirtatious condition.

"You enjoyed where we went last time right? So choose a place while keeping this in mind. That I enjoy as well ;) "

I rolled my eyes as I folded the clothes neatly, putting them back in their place.
Murat and his never ending conditions.
So I brainstormed a bit, because he is very choosy, but agreed to his condition at last.

Hence, I selected a Mall, with a good gaming zone.
And a nice dress section.

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"Hello?" I called him after reaching our meetup point at the metro station, waiting for him.

"Yeah, where are you?"

"I'm at the Food Court, near the staircase."

"Wait, my stop is about to come." His faint voice came through the speaker due to bad network signals.

"Okay." I hung up.

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