His eyes had started to see me differently. That desire I saw on his eyes on the lift scared me a bit though. I never noticed the blackness of his eyes. Black is a rare color. He had the rare colored eye which shone at moments like when we kissed.
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❤️Aditya❤️
"When the hell are you coming back? " I shouted at Big B on phone.
It was enough of my own thinking. I wanted to take advice from him on how to make my girl happy. But he was far away in New York for his work.
He kept pushing me to tell things but I refrained for I was all irritated by him when he told me about his another one week work.
I wanted to talk about it but I had no one to so I just hopped out of the bed for my dear diary. I opened the drawer I place my thing safely.
I didn't get that. I messed all other papers but it wasn't there. But I remembered keeping that there so for another maybe not sleek chance I thought to get that and so I put all things out to get the confirmation of no diary was in the place.
I caught the top of my hair pressing my memory to where I had forgotten that. Nothing came up in my head.
Then I began the overall search of the room, living room, study room, dad's room, dining room even kitchen.
I scoured where I had never taken it. But my diary was lost or maybe stolen by someone. It was that time I was wholly away from her thoughts.
When my mind ragged of it, I slumped myself on the chair with my fingers on my head rummaging it to calm myself of thousands of thoughts about her which I wanted to share to my diary.
Her heartbeats. Her soft lips. Her chocolate brown eyes. Her small nervous nose. Her...
Everything pleased me. It was day when I hated her as and the next I got myself thinking about her all the time with love.
I giggled at that. They say it right that you would never know when and who you would start to like as last precious of your life.
She was all over me. To know that she too liked me though didn't accept it, ignited great hope in me. I knew it wasn't too late for her to accept that.
Thinking about her I didn't know when I slept and woke up still remembering the dreams I had of her. Her with me, beside me.
I thought, If I would tell her she might have called me dirty talker Jerk.
The biggest question of all was what she going to do the next day we meet. I smiled at my thought of her accepting my proposal.
Proposal.
That was it. I hadn't proposed her. Alright I told her my sudden originated feelings but hadn't proposed her properly. The way it should have to be.
It occurred to me that when at the situation she liked me and if I do think in its proper way she might accept me.
I already told her that she might not be able to reject me and I wasn't going to spare her. So that was the time to propose her.
