I hugged him sobbing. Oh god how did i even get this man!!!
"I thought..." Before i could say something else i felt him peck my lips to shut me up.
"Thought that you hurt me? That i will leave you? That you don't deserve to be loved??
I love you more than anything baccha, you are on your periods you are going through an emotional and physical rollercoaster ofcourse you will be emotionally exhausted. "
This guy..how can he always understand me...
i thought this is all but little did I know this was nowhere near close Shit!! I forgot how bad i must be smelling because of my periods, i slowly took a step back from him making him frown .
"What happened love??" He asked cupping my face gently. He treats me like a goddamn kid and i can't even complain about it.
"Nothing , just don't hug me for a few days" i said without looking at him.
There's no way I am going to tell him what I am thinking, my moodswings and cravings are enough of a burden as it is . He is the only one i have i can't have him leaving me because of this..
I avoided his eyes, fidgeting with the hem of my top, wishing I could vanish into the floor. But of course, he noticed.
He always notices.
He covered my eyes and walked me to our room without saying anything.
What is this guy doing?? I just came out of our room some mins back how can he possibly set anything up in our room.
"Raj..what are you doi- " before i could finish he whispered in my ear "Shh...open your eyes sweetheart"
I opened my eyes only to see the room filled with flowers..
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Roses, tulips, carnations, orchids... everything I can ever imagine..
They weren't just in a vase..they were everywhere. On the bed, trailing along the windows, bunched up in corners like secret surprises waiting to be noticed.
The soft glow of fairy lights wrapped around the curtain rods gave the room this surreal, dreamlike warmth.
I didn't move. I couldn't.
I didn't even tell him what i felt..my insecurities..my overthinking..nothing.
But that's the thing about him.. kuch log apke bina kuch kahe hi sab samajh jaate hain..the unsaid things..the unshed tears..
The things I don't talk about thinking how stupid they will sound when said out loud.
He doesn't wait for me to fall apart to show up. He senses it. Feels it in the silence between my words..In the way my hands tremble slightly, the way I trail off mid sentence, the way I don't make eye contact.
