𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘁𝗮
A sunshine yet bold girl, obsessed with bollywood and books, sweetheart for most, poison for others.
𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗿
A cold and reserved guy, doesn't care for anything other then his priorities, yet a darling t...
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We were all really exhausted after everything that happened.
But we had lost the game of dumb charades and as a result, we had to clean the house.
Of course, these people had no shame and were lounging on the sofa while we were working!
So here I was, standing with Naman in the kitchen. Isha di had assigned us to clean the kitchen together. We all know why she did that.
I started cleaning the kitchen while Naman threw the trash. We were working in a peaceful manner with the soft hum of the music running in the background. That's what I like the most about us, we can work in silence for hours without getting bored. It's just the presence of the other person that is enough for us.
Anyway, it was now time to wash the utensils. We decided to do it together so that we finish early. Standing side by side, we worked.
I cleaned the utensils and gave him to rinse them in water, our fingers touching every now and then that left a spark every time it happened.
I wonder if he will ever take the first step, or should I do it instead of waiting?
Over the past few days, our bond has grown in a really beautiful way, which makes me think that we might soon just confess. Everyone knows what we feel about each other, so there is no hiding it anymore. Moreover, we have given each other enough hints about what we exactly want. But sometimes, I think of what would have happened if we'd never met again.
As I clean the utensils lost in thought, I suddenly feel a sprinkle of water on my face that brings me out of my world. I look up to see Naman looking at me with a raised eyebrow, "What are you thinking?"
"What do you think I was thinking?", I question back.
He teased, "Hmm... You were thinking about how you are so lucky to know me."
"Exactly that! What would have happened if we'd never met again?", I ask seriously.
"Why would you think something like that, Adi?", he asked.
I shrug, "I don't know! This still feels so surreal to have you beside me after all these years!"
He smiled, "Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Of course I wanted this! This is everything that I ever wished for! But... I don't know, somewhere, I feel scared... What if we have to leave each other again? What if we are separated again? What if-", I am cut off by a splash of water on my face. I gasp, running a hand down my face to wipe the water.
"What was that?!", I exclaimed.
"Just cleansing the negativity out of your mind.", he said.
"Naman, now I am wet because of you!", I complained, realizing a little too late how the words came out. Of course, he got the wrong meaning.
