Mahika and Amoli can't stand each other, but that's not the only thing they have in common.
Mahika treats Amoli like she's childish. Amoli thinks Mahika is a stuck-up prude. But Mahika's best friend and Amoli's brother are getting married, so they c...
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˗ˏˋlittle changes and blooming greens'ˎ˗
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Although looking at Mahika makes Amoli's heart ache, she does it anyway.
It's a wonder she doesn't expel literal stars out of her eyes every time her gaze settles on the girl. Really. It was kind of funny at first — in a messed up way, of course — how enamored she was by her. So besotted and out of her mind that she had ended up making Mahika think she hated her.
For two whole years.
And God, it's not funny anymore.
It's not funny how Amoli's heart stutters inside her chest with yearning at the mere sight of her. It's not funny that it had never mattered to her who she liked and who she didn't until Mahika came around. And it's definitely not funny that when she sees Mahika standing by the car, rocking back and forth on her heels, childlike excitement evident in her stance, she feels the tips of her fingers burn with the need to reach out and hold Mahika's hand.
None of it is even remotely funny anymore.
For two years, she has been spiraling further and further into the labyrinth of her own attraction to the girl; the affection her blood seems to sing with every time they're put in the same room.
Amoli is usually a smart person. Or at least that's what she likes to think so. She's a quick thinker, and she makes decisions that she won't regret later. Coming to conclusions without overthinking or beating herself up over stuff is something that's been one of the biggest parts of her personality.
But had she been thinking with her brain when she had reached out to hold Mahika's hand at the flower field? The answer to that would be a no. Had she been thinking at all when she had not immediately let go of her hand? The answer to that question as well, would be a no.
She had definitely been thinking when they had been on their way home, though.
Thinking about the time when she hadn't allowed herself to think too much before melting into Mahika's touch inside that goddamn hotel room she sees in her sleep, as well as her daydreams. Thinking about how that very hand that she was holding had been on her cheek when Mahika had bumped their noses together in the gentlest way possible, and then kissed Amoli with her lips curved into a playful smile. Thinking about how the memories had been blurry before but the more she's around Mahika, the more they seem to come back in strikingly detailed flashes.
And the more they do, the more she feels like a fool.
Because she's guilty of several things that make her cheeks burn with shame. If there was a way to hide from those reminders, she would. But because she had assumed things about Mahika that weren't true, and then proceeded to make her feel like she was in the wrong even though she had been nothing but thoughtful after all of the mess that Amoli had created on the day of her brother's wedding, she now has to live with these memories forever.
