Parth's POV
Today is the freshers day. I felt a bit sad as I could not meet my girlfriend at the library anymore. But I am happy that I need not make up excuses to hang out with her. It's six, and I already sent her a good morning message. I knew that Sanskriti would not be up this early but I still refreshed the page hoping for her to reply.
She replied and posted a story.
Her eyes. She made me drown in them. Her Bindi drew my attention. I responded to her post saying
"In twilight's glow, where shadows play
Your eyes, two stars, light up the grey.
Deep pools of mystery, whispers untold,
In their depths, a universe unfolds."
"I am blushing hard now"
"Up so early? That is a surprise"
"I had to wash my hair. It's freshers day already"
"Hmm. I have some errands to run. Bye. I love you"
"Bye. I love you too"
The very important work for which I had avoided my girlfriend, is to stare at her eyes. I wish I could keep on looking into them till the end of time.
"Parth, are you alright? Is everything okay? You've been staring at your phone since an hour" said Dhruv. "Your sister is eye fucking me" I said still staring. "What?" he shouted. "A poem C.A. I am reading a poem" I tried to manage. "Why does an article involve my sister? And that too the f-word from your mouth?" he inquired. "Dhruv, calm down. It's a four-line poem which I wrote. Dedicating it to you and Arshika" and I showed him the poem which I wrote for Sana. "Nice one Hulk" he said while giving me a hi-fi. Oh My God. That was a near escape. I continued to stare at that picture again when he said "Stop admiring yourself Self Obsessed. You might cast evil eyes on your poem. " and I replied with a smile. "So, what are we going to do now?" I asked. "Let's play Marvels Contest Of Champions" he suggested and we started playing.
We had lunch and now I was getting ready. I wore a white kurta while Dhruv wore white formals. He is singing Western along with Eeki.
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