"I thought you hated hugs" , I voiced out as he wrapped his arms ever so gently around me.
"I still do, but hugs from you are an exception", he pulled me closer, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Intrigued, I slightly tilted my head...
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The café doorbell jingled as I stepped inside, the warm aroma of coffee embracing me. My eyes scanned the place until they landed on Veer, sitting in the corner, his usual brooding expression firmly in place.
Can this man for once smile in someone else's company? I thought, shaking my head. It felt as if his smiles were reserved just for me—a selfish observation, but one I secretly adored. I wanted him to smile more often, let people see how utterly charming and beautiful it was.
Veer had texted me an hour ago, asking to meet at the La Belle Café near my office, and here I was, exactly an hour later, my heart inexplicably fluttering at the thought. My stupid, delusional brain had even tried to convince me this was a date. But deep down, I knew better.
Well, at least I hope it's not a date, I mused, glancing down at my outfit—a plain pink shirt, jeans, and a scarf that covered my face. Hardly date-worthy attire.
As I walked toward him, a playful idea crossed my mind. Veer, engrossed in his phone, was oblivious to my arrival.
He's so unshakeable all the time, maybe I can catch him off guard for once.
The scarf was the perfect prop.
I approached his table and leaned in, lowering my voice to sound as authoritative as I could. "Excuse me," I said, suppressing a giggle. "I'm an undercover cop, and you're under arrest for having connections with the mafia."
Veer didn't even flinch. Instead, he slowly looked up, his eyes meeting mine, steady and piercing. His lips curved into the faintest of smirks. "Nice try, Prisha," he said, his tone rich with amusement.
I groaned, pulling the scarf away dramatically. "How did you know?!"
"I'd know those eyes anywhere," he replied, his voice low and deliberate. "And they're the only ones I want to see."
My heart skipped a beat. It was the kind of line straight out of a romance novel, and the way he said it—like he absolutely meant it—had warmth spreading through me faster than my favorite latte.
"Smooth," I said, attempting to recover my composure. "But you ruined my plan."
"You're terrible at sneaking around," he teased, gesturing to the seat across from him. "And, as usual, you're late."
"Excuse me? I'm right on time," I shot back, checking my watch as I sat down.
"Exactly. On time," he said, raising an eyebrow. "That's practically late."
