Terrorized By Love [ON HOLD]

Chapter 20: Don't Leave Me Again

After taking deep breaths to calm herself down, she went outside and sat next to Laksh. Laksh noticed the glow on her face and he smiled too. Putting down his gun, he turned to face her and asked, "He confessed?"

Mahima nodded.

"Yes," she said, still feeling like this was some surreal fantasy that she had submerged herself in.

Laksh grinned.

"Great. Finally he had the guts to say what he was feeling," Laksh commented.

Mahima just looked down and quietly asked, "What do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" the man next to her asked.

"I mean, we confessed. Now what?" she clarified.

"Now you be happy," Laksh informed.

Mahima supposed that it was an obvious answer. Obviously she was supposed to be happy now. This was what she wanted. Surely there was something else though. Surely there was something more. How was she supposed to behave? Was she supposed to do things for him? How did he want her to be?

"What do girlfriends usually do for their boyfriends?" Mahima clarified even further, hoping that Laksh would give her a more technical answer.

Laksh laughed.

"You're stuck on something silly like this?" he asked her.

"No, it's not silly. I'm being completely serious," Mahima said. "I feel nervous when I'm around him. My head feels fuzzy. My body gets jittery. I can't even explain it. I can't think! I don't want to mess up."

Laksh shook his head, a faint smile on his lips.

"Why are you with me? Why aren't you spending time with him right now?" Laksh asked. "It's a newfound relationship. Both of you should be together."

"I'm too nervous to be around him," Mahima admitted.

"Get over it then," Laksh just said simply.

"But... how...?" she asked, finding the idea to get over it completely foreign and hard to act upon.

"By spending time with him," Laksh informed. "Obviously you can't get over it if you keep running away from him. Go back inside."

"Right..." Mahima murmured. "Okay then, I'll go inside."

She stood up nervously, and with her heart beating even faster with each step she took, she slowly made her way back into the bedroom where Aditya was lying down, fast asleep.

How was he able to sleep? She couldn't even think about sleeping at such a time like this.

Sitting down on the bed next to him, she placed her hand on his forehead, a tingly sensation rushing up her spine at the touch. His forehead was still warm.

"Still sick," she muttered and then pulled the covers over him to his chin.

Mahima was about to get up and let him rest, when he held her hand and pulled her down on top of him, holding her hand to his chest. Then he snuggled with her hand, still fast asleep.

"Don't leave me... Mahima..." he mumbled.

Her heart dropped at how desperate his tone sounded.

"Don't leave me again..." he whispered.

Don't leave me again?

She had never left him before.

What did he mean?