(A/N: Yolo. Long time eh? Well, here is the second-last part of the story. This chapter will be in two parts, or probably a six-shot instead. Vote and comment okay? Thank you.)
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Nandini and I were swaying to the beats. While she was dancing gracefully, I was just stumbling and awkwardly shifting from side to side, trying to not make it seem too obvious that I was completely smitten by the woman in front of me. She was totally into the music and I was into her. Never in my life had I seen a woman as beautiful as she was. The fact that in matter of few hours, I'd never see her again, was what shook me. I had to confess, before it was too late.
"Hmm..." I was thinking about it again. Her proximity just made it harder for me to think straight, more so because she was literally in my arms, with her hands around me, in the most romantic places possible. It might not be the right time to confess in the middle of a dance. Should I just tell her I love her? Come on. Stop overthinking, I reminded myself. I took a deep breath.
"Do you feel something between us?" I asked in the most creepiest way I could ever approach a woman. That vacation made me face much more embarrassing situations than I'd ever had to undergo in my entire life. Surprisingly, she didn't give a really bad reaction.
"Chemistry?" She chuckled and I felt my heart beat faster. Don't smile like that, Nandini.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I do." I was so excited that she probably felt the same. At least, I was hinted that she was interested in me. Inside, it was like my mind was doing somersaults; my heart was beating at a different frequency and my body was heating up with anxiety. On the exterior, I shot a weird grin.
"I want to show you something. Mind coming with me?" I held out my hand. She smiled, placing her little palm in mine. I held it securely, almost like a promise, to never let go. I walked along with her quietly, to a little ventilated corner inside the camp. I sat her down and took a seat myself, still gaping at her.
"What is it, Manik?" I dreamily blinked, while she flushed. I took a deep breath, rehearsed my lines to not sound too creepy or anything, and prepared to speak.
"Since these are the last few hours we're going to be here, spending time together, I wanted to talk to you. There is a possibility we'll never meet again but before we part ways, there is something you need to know." I said in one quick breath. She smiled, placed her chin on her palm and cupped it, resting her elbow on her lap.
"Go on." I smiled faintly and rather in a weird way as I tried to put my feelings in plain language.
"Nandini... I am so madly, crazily in love with you... From the time I first saw you... I was blown away. I've... I've never felt this connection with anyone, ever before. Yeah, I know I should've told you this before but... I don't know. I just wasn't sure about how you'd react to this. It probably is like too late now; but better late than never right?" I found it hard to breathe. I could feel my heart beating in my stomach, real fast. I nervously fiddling with my fingers. I looked at her with a sense of hope, or rather met my eyes with hers. She seemed awestruck by my confession.
"Are you... sure? Like, 100%?" She asked with a tinge of doubt. How could I tell her she meant everything to me?
"Never been more sure about anything in my life. I am in love... with you, Nandini. Right from the moment I saw you, even now, I'm trembling. My heart is beating so fast. I-I can't form sentences..." I looked up to the sky and heaved a huge breath. She blushed and shook her head in disbelief. "Ahh... I'm sorry... It's just... Nobody's ever made me feel this way. That's why I don't want to let you go. I need you, Nandini. I need you in my life. I want to spend every moment of my life from this minute, with you." I sighed deeply as I completed whatever I had to say.
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Like A Love Song
Short StoryTwo strangers meet each other on an expedition. Two persons, with two different intentions and ambitions, find a trail of roses along their path. 7 days, make their lives beautiful. What happens after that? Like A Love Song. A five-shot story. ©...