𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝟑𝟕. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰

I just wanted to stay like this.

With her so close to me. Her lips blending into mine. Her little body fitting exactly in my arms.

Evara pulled away gently from the kiss, but I wish she didn't. Her lips are ethereal.

I never want to stop kissing them.

I have officially lost my mind and given it up to love. I don't know what love is, but if I have to explain it to someone, it's just one word : Evara.

Evara is so perfect. God I can't take it anymore.

Love is a strange feeling. A feeling I only feel for her. It's like, I want her all to myself. I don't want or don't need anyone or anything else. I just want her to be mine.

It's driving me up a wall, I am starting to turn into that maniac, psycho, obsessive man. For her.

Since more than 10 days, I have been caged in my bedroom with only a bed to spend my days on.

Maa didn't even allow me open my laptop once, the entire family kept an eye on me, making sure I don't work, or strain my body.

But come on! Working doesn't strain me. Not working does. And that's why I almost went insane.

I had never been this 'workless' in my life and the free time felt like a curse to me. I have been workaholic for 9 years of life, never took a single break.

This was traumatising to say the least.

I might sound dramatic or sound like a diva, but the free time was way worse than the accident.

What drove me more crazy was her thoughts.

Boy I wish I was kidding but I became feral. I needed her.

Dreams of her, touching me....

I should stop.

And that one time, when some other guy dared to lay a hand on her... well, let's just say he didn't make it out alive. In my dream, of course.

She definitely couldn't come to meet me, I always wished she could come, but then my family would start an amazing indian soap opera, directed by my mother.

Ahaan told me what happened in the hospital the other day, and that is exactly why I feel it's too soon to tell them anything.

Geetanjali, on the other hand, came in every single day, relentlessly trying to secure the caretaker's job as if it was the only thing that mattered to her. It wasn't about the job itself—it was about what it represented. Stability. A step closer to the future she envisioned for herself.

Don't get me wrong, Geetanjali is an incredible woman. I admire her deeply—for her kindness, her resilience, and the way she carries herself. But seeing her like this, watching her entire world narrow down to just one aspiration, makes my heart ache. It's like witnessing a bird willingly clip its own wings, unaware of just how far it could fly.