ROHAN
In place of the moon, which was hidden behind the dark grey clouds, city lights illuminated the night sky. And beyond the city that never sleeps, a distressed man sat outside of his apartment's building, restless. Freezing from November's icy cold breath, he sat deep in thought as his significant other slept soundly in the comfort of their haven.
The man blew out a weary sigh as he fiddled with the end of his scarf. It was around one twenty in the morning when Rohan had decided to go outside for a quick breather. He had contemplated on heading to the living room but thought better of it. He'd rather not deal with a cranky Uthra if he had accidentally woke her up with the lights.
Rohan sighed and shoved his hands inside his jacket. His thumb grazed the sharp edges of an object, reminding him of the deed he wanted to perform, but has yet to. He then proceeded to silently mope. He didn't get how the other guys managed to get the courage to do it. It always looked so easy in the movies.
"That's because they have balls, Rohan," he recalled Karan say. "And you, my brother, have none."
Hrithik whacked him from behind the head as Karan scowled and rubbed the spot he had hit, grumbling profanities under his breath, all the while glaring at his so-called friend.
"Don't listen to him," Hrithik smiled, brushing off the death glares that Karan was throwing his way. "You can always do it the old fashion way."
"And that is?" Rohan mumbled, not intending for them to hear. His self-esteem shrinking the longer they talked about this subject.
Karan burst out laughing as Hrithik narrowed his eyes at him. Rohan's confidence diminished even more.
His cousin ignored Karan and turned back to Rohan, a slight crooked smile fixated on his lips. "Take her out to dinner."
Karan scoffed. "Yeah, or grow some balls."
Rohan sighed for what felt like the thousandth time. What would Uthra think if she knew about this? Or worse, what would she say? Panic surged through him. She'd leave him and probably find a better man with "actual guts" (Or so, Karan would say if he was here).
"What a wimp."
Rohan imagined what Uthra would say, sneering in utter disgust as she walked arm in arm with The Better Man.
And then he'd be left, picking up the remainders of his shattered and broken heart.
Rohan groaned, tugging at the ends of his hair.
Don't be ridiculous.
Maybe it was wiser to put it off for a while then. In fact, what had made him think of doing it in the first place? Uthra never seemed in a hurry to rush things, so why should he?
Rohan sighed once again, his breath coming out as a white cloud and quickly disappearing into the air. A midnight breeze blew past him, sending shivers down Rohan's back as he let out a sneeze.
Maybe it was a better option of staying in the living room.
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"What should I do, Nithya?"
"Well-"
"Should I just walk right up to her and go for it?"
"Um, I wouldn't-"
"Take her out, then do it?"
