My Perfect Robotic BoyFriend

Chapter 8 - A Festival Of Surprises.

It was an ordinary morning, the sun peeking through her curtains, casting soft golden rays across her room. As she stretched and blinked away the remnants of sleep, her fingers instinctively reached for her phone. The familiar hum of notifications filled the silence, but one message caught her breath. She opened it, her heart racing. “I’m in your city.”

At first, disbelief washed over her. He had traveled to Bangalore during the famous Dusshera festival? The city was a whirlwind of colours, lights, and festivities, and she found it hard to imagine that he would choose this busy time to come and see her. Did he really mean it?

With a playful grin, she typed back, “Prove it! Send me your live location!” Her heart danced in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling within her.
Moments later, her phone pinged again, and her breath caught as she saw the map indicating his presence just a few streets away. He was really in her city! Elation flooded through her, making her feel light-headed. Could it be? She quickly gathered her thoughts, excitement bubbling over. She couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation — he was really here, amidst the festive chaos.

They decided to meet the next day, but the anticipation was almost unbearable. He wanted to surprise her, he said, but due to some work commitments, it hadn’t worked out as he planned. Nevertheless, the prospect of seeing him was exhilarating, filling her with a sense of  joy.

The next day arrived, and she dressed carefully, wanting to look her best for him. The resto bar she chose was silent with only few seats filled here and there and she was waiting for him eagerly with nervous mixed feelings. She arrived early, her heart racing as she found a cozy table near the corner.

Time seemed to stretch as she waited, her eyes darting to the entrance every few seconds, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. And then, there he was. He walked in, and the world around her seemed to fade away. Dressed in a vibrant green shirt that complemented his complexion, he looked incredibly handsome. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt the familiar flutter of nerves — it was as if she was seeing him for the first time all over again.

The moment their eyes met, the room seemed to melt away. He smiled, and she felt a wave of warmth wash over her. They exchanged a quick hug, and it felt so right, grounding her in the moment. As they settled into their seats, conversation flowed effortlessly. They caught up, shared stories, and laughed as they reminisced about their last time together.

The restaurant's ambiance was filled with a joyful noise, but in their little bubble, it felt as if they were the only two people in the world. The food arrived, and they playfully fed each other bites, laughter echoing off the walls. She cherished every second, feeling grateful for this unexpected time together.

Yet, as the night went on, she realised she didn’t want to part ways again. There was a sudden impulse to create more memories. “What if we booked a hotel?” she suggested, her heart racing at the thought. The twinkle in his eye mirrored her excitement. “Why not?” he replied with a grin, his enthusiasm matching her own.

They found a charming hotel nearby and checked in, their playful banter continuing as they explored the room together. The atmosphere was light and filled with warmth, and they let loose, engaging in silly antics, teasing one another and sharing laughter that echoed throughout the room.

After a while, they decided to catch a movie. He had already seen the film but insisted on watching it again for her. As they settled into their seats, the lights dimmed, and the movie began to play. She leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling perfectly content. The movie was entertaining, but it was the closeness between them that made her heart swell with joy.

When the credits rolled, she realised how quickly time had flown. Morning came all too soon, and with it, the bittersweet reminder that he had to leave. As they packed up their things, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. Their time together had been so magical, so fleeting.

In the quiet moments before they left, he took her hands in his. “I’ll be back in a week, I promise,” he said softly, his gaze steady and reassuring. Those words wrapped around her heart like a warm embrace, easing the ache of parting. She nodded, trying to suppress the sadness threatening to spill over.

“Promise?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching his.

“Promise,” he replied, a smile breaking through the seriousness of the moment.

As they stepped outside, the festive energy of Dusshera surrounded them, vibrant and alive. The streets were filled with decorations, laughter, and the sweet smell of festive treats. It was a beautiful backdrop to their goodbye, reminding her of the joy they had shared. They walked to his car, and as he opened the door for her, she felt a mix of hope and longing.

With one last embrace, they parted ways, but she held onto his promise like a lifeline. She watched him drive away, the warmth of their time together lingering in her heart. The week ahead felt daunting, but she was determined to remain patient. She knew this was just the beginning of something beautiful.