𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore ne...
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Rutvik licked his lips one last time. He was still trying to figure out what flavor of lip balm she had used, because it tasted and smelled fruity.
They were both flushed.
Two matching I ❤️ MY BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND confessions printed across their chests. Two hearts malfunctioning in complete silence, two idiots whose brains had officially shut down.
Then she broke and a little sound escaped her first. A choked, helpless snort. She tried to stop it, really tried, but it was over. Laughter burst out of her and she laughed so hard she had to bend forward, one hand clutching her stomach, the other wiping at the tears forming in her eyes. And when she laughed too much, she made those ridiculous, uneven sounds like half giggle, half wheeze, completely unfiltered.
Rutvik didn't laugh at first. He just watched her like the world had finally shown him something worth looking at. Her face flushed from laughing too hard. Her eyes shining. The way she threw her head back without a care. The way her joy spilled out so freely, it caught him off guard, right in the deepest, softest part of his chest.
He then smiled before he even realized he was smiling. A slow, quiet, helpless smile and then, when she made another one of those weird, snorting-laugh sounds, he lost it.
A sudden real laugh escaped him, which was low at first, then louder, until it mixed with her laugh and filled the space between them. He laughed like he hadn't in a long time like laughter wasn't something borrowed anymore, but something finally his again.
Their matching shirts, the flute, the embarrassment, the awkwardness everything faded and all that remained was the sound of two people laughing too hard, too honestly... and falling a little more without even meaning to.
Then, between breaths, still laughing, Nahella looked up at him and said, "I swear, I am going to k!ll those three idiots for this stunt! No jokes."
Rutvik's smile dimmed just a little and his fingers tightened around the flute for a second then loosened. "I... I can't take your flute with me." he said quietly.
