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The soft notes of the guitar floated into the night air, and then, his voice followed, low and soothing, sending a warmth through me that the fire couldn't match.
"Hatheli par tumhara naam likhte hai mitate hai, Tumhi se hi pyar karte hai, tumhi se kyu chupate hai, Tumhi se hi kyu chupate hai...
Zubaan pe baat hai lekin batana bhi nahiii aata, Hume tumse mohabbat hai, jatana bhi nahi aata,
Chupana bhi nahi aata, batana bhi nahi aata, Hume tumse mohabbat hai, jatana bhi nahi aata..."
The words hung between us, heavy with emotion. My heart raced with each one, feeling like a long-held secret he was finally letting go. His gaze never left mine.
In that moment, everything else faded,the world, people around us and the laughter of our friends. It was just us, lost in the quiet intensity of shared feelings.
Srija cleared her throat beside me and nudged my shoulder. That's when I realized everyone was surprised to hear him singing in Hindi. Of course, they were he never spoke Hindi to anyone but me.
Everyone clapped, and I could hear gasps around the room. Shivam stood up and bowed in appreciation.
"Sir, we never expected you to sing in Hindi. How is your Hindi so fluent?" he asked.
Others soon joined in, throwing questions at him one after another.
"Yes, tell us how you speak such fluent Hindi, and even sing alone!"
"Well, well! If you really want to know, let me tell you, I only knew Spanish and English before, but then a girl came into my life, and for her, I learned Hindi," he said with a smile.
"Oh my god, is she your wife? Your girlfriend?" someone asked eagerly.
"No not yet , but she's my only love," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine.
At first, a pang of jealousy tugged at my heart. He'd never told me any of this before, yet here he was, casually sharing it with everyone else. But then, a small flicker of hope sparked within me. Could he be talking about me? But when did he learn Hindi for me ?
"Is he talking about me?" Payal, one of our seniors who's actually older than Ivey, asked, looking intrigued.
"Ma'am, as far as I know, Ivey's not really into, you know... older ladies," I replied with a sweet smile.
