𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
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Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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I was pacing around the room because I wanted to plan the perfect date for me and Ruh. Since she liked silence the most, I planned everything accordingly.
I just hope she enjoys our date.
I don't want to come off as a useless boyfriend who can't even plan a decent date.
Finally, I wrote everything down and double-checked it.
Now, I just hope everything goes smoothly. I'm sitting in the hall on the couch, and I've put the slip in my pocket.
Dad's watching the news on TV, and he never lower the volume. God knows why all the dads love watching the news at full volume.
Ring!
The doorbell rang. I stood up to open the door. Prisha entered and took off her sandals.
"Vihuu, ye bag mere room me jaa kr rakh de aur ek glass paani lekar aa jaa," she handed over her bag to me.
(Vihuu, take this bag to my room and bring a glass of water)
I scrunched my nose as a familiar fragrance hit my nostrils.
"Did you change your perfume?" I asked her.
She hung her car key on the holder.
"Nope, I'm loyal to my perfume-one and only," she smiled while making her bun.
"It smells very familiar," I said, sniffing the air again.
"Are you sure you don't need an ENT test for your nose?" she scrunched her nose.
"I don't know, par is perfume ki smell ki wjh se mere dil me alag hi khauf aa rha hai," I muttered, as a strange shiver ran down through my spine.
(I don't know, but this perfume gives me a strange feeling in my heart)
"You've lost your mind," she said, taking her phone.
Then, she ordered, "Ek glass paani."
(One glass of water)
"Naukar nahi hoon main aapka," I threw her bag onto her lap.
(I'm not your servant)
"Vihuu, remember Mom's favorite bangle which you...," she started blackmailing me.
"I'm bringing it, I'm bringing it. What kind of water do you want? Cold, hot, lukewarm, mineral water?" I rambled on to annoy her.
"Bina zeher milaaye, peene layak paani le aa mere bhai," she said without even looking at me.
(Without mixing any poison, bring me drinkable water, my brother)
I mimicked her and handed her a full glass of water.
Tomorrow is a holiday, so we had a late dinner today. Mumma was experimenting with her dangerous cooking skills again. She somehow made the food edible-keyword- edible.
