𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇 : ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
This story revolves around Rooh Inayat Sharma who is a calm and not very talkative girl. She belongs to a rich family who loves her unconditionally. Her ambition is to become a fashion designer and wants to start...
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As soon as I reached home, I saw Mom waiting for me in the living area. But she didn't seem worried about me. I walked toward her and hugged her. "Omg, my Mathasree was waiting for me! You're so sweet, Mumma!" I said, trying to soften her up because I knew I was really late.
"Stop acting childish, girl. I'm not scolding you for being with your best friends, but for more than that-my adopted children," she said with a small laugh.
I burst into laughter when I heard "adopted children." "Oh, you're too funny, Mumma!" I said, hugging her tighter.
"Hmm, hmm. Have you eaten, baby?" she asked.
"Yes, Maa. Have you eaten, Mumma?"
"Yes, I know you would've eaten with them, so me and Papa already had our meal," she replied.
"That's my guys," I said with a smirk.
"Go to sleep, baccha. It's really late. Your papa is already asleep-he was too tired today. Good night, Ruhii baby," Mumma said, pressing a warm kiss to my forehead.
"Good night, my sweet Mumma," I replied, kissing her back. She smiled, and I headed to my room, my heart feeling so full.
As soon as I shut the door, a goofy grin spread across my face. I flopped onto my bed, hugging my pillow as flashes of my time with Rahul ran through my mind. My stomach did a little flip just thinking about him. Ugh, why is he so cute?!
I felt an urge to kiss him-just the thought of it made me blush. I covered my face with my hands, feeling like a total idiot. Stop it, Rooh!
Shaking my head, I dragged myself to the bathroom, too tired to daydream any longer. After a quick shower, I slipped into my soft pajamas and caught my reflection in the mirror.
"Omg, I still look so cute even in these!" I said to myself, laughing.
Feeling extra, I posed a little, clicked a few selfies, and then finally tossed my phone onto the bed. Yes, I love myself. No shame in that!
Just as I was about to lie down, a deep voice echoed in the room.
"Yes, you're the most beautiful girl, my Bubble."
I froze. My heart skipped a beat.
Wait... WHAT?!
My head snapped around so fast I almost got whiplash. Who the hell just said that?
"Who's there?" I asked, my voice slightly shaky.
"Don't you recognize me, baby?" the voice teased.
My eyes widened. Rahul?!
"Rahul?! Where are you?" I asked, feeling my heart hammer against my chest.
"You idiot, you're on a call with me. Pick up your phone," he laughed.
I blinked, completely confused. My hands scrambled for my phone, and sure enough-there it was. A call with Rahul.
"What?! When did I even call you?" I asked, pretending to be annoyed, though I could feel a smile creeping onto my face.
"Bechari, you called me," he said, still laughing.
"Me?! No way!" I scoffed.
A second later, my phone pinged with a message. A screenshot of my call history.
"Have you seen it, lady?" he texted smugly.
I stared at it. Yep. My name. My call. Shit.
"Hehe, sorryyy! Maybe it was by mistake!" I texted quickly, trying to act innocent.
"Hmm, hmm... okay, okay. What were you doing, cutie?"
I swear my face turned red in an instant. He really had to call me that?
I bit my lip, burying my face into my pillow before typing back.
"I was about to sleep and..." I hesitated, smirking.
"And?" he asked, dragging the word.
"Just... thinking about our moments together today," I admitted softly.
There was a pause. Then his voice came through the phone again, a little softer this time.
"Me too, Bubble."
And just like that, my heart melted. "Can I ask you something?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Anything, baccha. My whole heart is open for you, jaan," he replied, his words warm and comforting.
I playfully rolled my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips. "Stop making me blush," I said with a mock frown.
"Okay, okay. Tell me what's bothering you," he said, his tone shifting to something more serious.
My mind raced. Should I ask him? Will it make things awkward?
"Rah, will you miss me if you go abroad?" The question hung in the air, and there was a long silence.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice quiet but sincere. "I miss you even when you're gone for just ten minutes. How could I not miss you if I were abroad?"
Tears welled up in my eyes, and before I could stop them, they began to fall. The emotion was too much to hold back.
"Jaan, what happened? Are you crying?" he asked, concern lacing his words.
I quickly wiped my tears, trying to compose myself. "No... it's just the thought of us separating. It... it just made me tear up."
He paused for a moment, then spoke softly. "No matter what happens, I'll never leave you, my Bubble. I love you so much."
His words filled me with warmth, and I couldn't help but smile through my tears. "I believe in you, Rah. I believe in us."
"That's my girl," he said, his voice full of affection. "It's late, baccha. Go to sleep and dream of us."
"Okay, sir. Good night. Dream of me," I teased, laughing lightly.
"Okay, madam," he replied, and we ended the call.
I placed my phone on the nightstand, said a quiet prayer, and slowly pulled the blanket over me. My mind was flooded with thoughts of him, his smile, and everything we shared. I drifted off to sleep, with dreams of us dancing in my head.
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