What happens when two people's souls switch.
switch of two unknown, completely different people.
as different as sun and the moon!
Read "The Switch" and find out
another cricketer story >U< becz I'm still depressed about the world cup and i w...
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Sam's pov:
The first day in Mumbai felt like a dream. Adhi, being the meticulous planner he was, had every detail covered. We started with the Gateway of India, and even though I'd seen countless pictures, nothing compared to standing before the towering monument in person. The boats bobbing in the harbor, the distant hum of the city—it was everything I imagined.
"Isn't it stunning?" Adhi asked, excitement gleaming in his eyes as we snapped a few pictures.
"It's beautiful," I replied, my voice full of awe. "This city has such a vibe."
From there, we strolled along Marine Drive, the famous "Queen's Necklace." The breeze tangled in my hair, and as we walked hand-in-hand along the promenade, it felt like the world had slowed down, just for us. Adhi kept pointing out landmarks and sharing stories about the city, his animated voice making me fall in love not only with Mumbai but with him all over again.
After a quick lunch at a street food stall (because Adhi insisted that the real taste of Mumbai lay in its street food), we headed to Colaba. The market was alive with energy—chaotic, colorful, and vibrant. We laughed as we bargained with shopkeepers, picking out souvenirs, and I found myself lost in the magic of it all.
As the sun began to set, Adhi had one last surprise up his sleeve. He took me to a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking—the warm, golden glow of the setting sun casting the skyline in a soft light.
"This is incredible," I whispered, as we sat down for dinner, the twinkling city lights stretching out below us.
Adhi grinned, his eyes twinkling in the dim light. "I thought you'd like it. And don't worry—we've got a whole day to explore tomorrow."
I smiled, feeling content in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. "I can't wait."
The second day was even better. Adhi had planned a more relaxed day, starting with a visit to the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya, the grand museum filled with ancient artifacts and art. While I admired the architecture, Adhi was captivated by the history, his focus and fascination making me smile.
Afterward, we found ourselves in the serene surroundings of the Hanging Gardens. The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and the distant hum of the city seemed to fade away. We sat on a quiet bench for a while, watching as people strolled by, families and couples enjoying the calm. I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment. "This place is so peaceful."
Adhi chuckled softly. "I knew you'd like it."
I opened my eyes and looked at him, noticing how the soft breeze tousled his hair. Without thinking, I reached for his hand. He smiled, his fingers lacing through mine effortlessly. We sat like that for a while—hand in hand, lost in the tranquility of the garden. It was a simple moment, but it felt significant, like something had shifted between us, becoming deeper, more real.
"What's next?" I asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
Adhi flashed a sly smile. "Something I think you'll love. But that's for tomorrow."
On our final day, Adhi took me to the famous Mumbai book market. I'd heard about it, of course, but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer number of books piled high in every direction. Rows upon rows, vendors shouting prices—it was a book lover's paradise.
"Welcome to heaven," Adhi said with a grin. "Go wild."
And wild I went. I lost track of time, picking up book after book, my excitement growing with each rare find. By the time I realized it, I'd gathered twenty books in my arms.
"Adhi, I can't possibly carry all of these back," I laughed, looking at the towering stack I'd accumulated.
He shrugged, completely unfazed. "We'll figure it out." he turns to me with a pout and says, "But it would have been nice if you had let me pay for it tho!"
"I'm not going to let you pay for it Adhi!!" I shake my head, "You have given me the best gift by bringing me here!"
As we left the market, I clutched my treasure trove of books, my heart full. The day had been perfect—each moment carefully thought out by Adhi, paying attention to everything I loved. He didn't just plan a trip; he planned a series of memories I would cherish forever.
As we headed back to the hotel, my arms full of books and my heart even fuller, I couldn't help but look at Adhi with a sense of deep gratitude. Mumbai had been everything I'd hoped for and more, and Adhi had somehow made each moment special. I felt like this trip wasn't just about visiting a new city—it was about discovering how much we meant to each other.
On the way to the airport, I glanced over at him, my heart swelling with affection. "Thank you," I said softly. "For everything. This has been... perfect."
He smiled, reaching over to take my hand again. "I'm glad you had fun. That was the plan."
I squeezed his hand gently, feeling more connected to him than ever before. This trip had changed something between us. Maybe we didn't need to say it out loud yet, but I knew it in my heart—things were different now. And that made me feel awful. I was falling for him, and I couldn't let that happen!
As the city lights faded behind us and the hum of the airport grew louder, I leaned back in my seat, tears filling my eyes. I turned away, wiping the one that escaped, hoping Adhi didn't notice.
He smiled at me, squeezing my hand, and said with confidence, "I LOVE YOU, Sameera Reddy!"
I forced a smile in return, silently thanking the driver for announcing that we had arrived. I got out of the car immediately, but I couldn't miss the hurt that flashed across Adhi's face. I wiped my tears, waiting for him to get out. We silently grabbed our bags and headed to the flight.
Adhi dozed off quickly after dinner, but I couldn't sleep. I sighed and looked at him, the words slipping out in a whisper. "I LOVE YOU TOO, Mr. Adithya Krishnamurthi." Tears streamed down my face as I added softly, "And I'm so sorry for all of this." I leaned in, kissing his forehead gently.
I closed my eyes, my mind swirling with emotions, as exhaustion finally took over, pulling me into sleep.
