Instant Infatuation

OUR ENCOUNTER

«Ranvika»

My eyes widened when I saw him. It was he who brought me here!

Don't tell me I'm not dreaming!

"It's him, it's him, it's really him!" I screamed in my head, and in an instant, I launched myself at him.

"Ouch! That really wasn't a good decision," my inner voice remarked.

He was none other than my bhaiya, my favorite cousin, with whom I hardly get to talk due to his busy schedule.

"BHAIYAAAAAAA!!!" I exclaimed, and he gently patted my head, urging me to lie back down on the bed.

"Choti, how are you? How did this happen to you?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern. "You know, when everyone brought you to the hospital, I couldn't believe that this is how our reunion would turn out."

"Bh..." Before I could continue, the doorbell rang, and bhaiya went to answer it while I was instructed to stay put.

As soon as he opened the door, it felt like chaos erupted. In no time, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and bhaiya entered with someone else, leaving me bewildered about who it could be.

[Author's note: Wait a second, did I go a little overboard with the "he, he" part? Forget it, what's done is done!]

The notes guy... Uhhh, I see it's him, but what is he doing here? I mean, we're both law students, and bhaiya is a doctor-how is he here together???

Bhaiya understood my questioning gaze. "He's my friend's little brother. We three live together," he explained, and I responded with an "Oh" face.

"Okay, guys, I have my night shift, but Ranvika, don't be careless. Devyansh, you make sure she's okay," he said, leaving me no chance to argue.

The room filled with awkwardness both of uss standing noone trying to start a conversation.

«DEVYANSH»

I was riding my bike home from the gym when I received a call from Ahnav, urging me to come home as soon as possible. He promised to explain everything once I arrived.

I reached him in no time, and he disclosed that his cousin had been in an accident and was admitted to the same hospital where he works. He had brought her there, but now he had to leave for his night shift, and I needed to take care of her. He described her as a clumsy, chaotic person who couldn’t sit still.

As we entered the room, I was met by her hazel eyes—it was Ranvika, the "test girl."

Awkwardness stretched between us with each passing moment.

“Hi, Mr. Notes. Sorry, I’m terrible at remembering names,” she said, her eyes softening.

“I see I’ve acquired a new name. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you again, Ms. Ranvika, or should I say the ‘test girl’?” I replied, offering her a smile.

We continued talking, and then I decided to cook.

“Really? You can even cook?” she said, sounding surprised.

“Can’t I?” I replied, raising an eyebrow in question.

“You can, but it’s just that you sketch, sing, play various instruments, do pottery, and now cooking... Hushhhhhh!” she exclaimed cutely.