The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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The announcer was taking her sweet time, dragging out the suspense with a dramatic flair that rivaled a soap opera. “And now, the results will be announced… in few minutes have some patience and let the suspense linger !” she exclaimed. The crowd murmured with anticipation, but I barely heard it.
My focus was entirely elsewhere.
Meera was fidgeting beside me, her brows furrowed, lips pressed into a nervous pout. She kept glancing at Ira, then at the announcer, and back at the finish line as if she could will the results in our favor.
My lips twitched. She looked... adorable.
“Adorable, huh?”
The voice in my head startled me. Oh no, not now.
'Adorable! Cute, even. Admit it, Arjun.'
She’s just anxious, that’s all.
'Cute when anxious. Got it. Anything else you’d like to add? Maybe how her pout could make you forget the results entirely?'
That’s absurd.
'Sure, sure. Then why are you staring at her like she’s the only person in the crowd?'
I blinked and turned my gaze toward the announcer, forcing myself to focus. But my subconscious wasn’t done.
'Don’t think I didn’t catch that little smirk earlier. You *liked* watching her panic. Found it endearing, even.'
Shut up.
'You’re thinking about her now, aren’t you?'
No, I’m not.
“Yes, you are. Don’t deny it.”
“I’m not!” I muttered aloud before catching myself. Meera’s eyes darted to me in confusion.
“Did you say something?” she asked, her tone puzzled.
“No,” I said quickly, straightening my posture.
“Smooth. She definitely suspects you now.”
If you don’t stop, I swear—
“Swear what? That you won’t fall for her nervous little quirks? Too late, buddy.”
I glanced at Meera again, who was now biting her lip and tugging at Ira’s ribbon. Her foot tapped against the ground in a rhythmic, almost musical beat.
“Go on, say it. Say she’s cute. Just once.”
Before I could stop myself, the word slipped out in my head. Yes.
A deafening silence followed, one that felt heavier than the anticipatory crowd. My brain practically combusted as my subconscious crowed in triumph.
