The grey canvas

📌Chapter 4- Little efforts

**Becoz povs are important**

Nitara:

I kept crying my heart out until Dev walked out of his room.

He was all shocked when he found me in that state and decided to recheck if the crying jag was me. To his dismay, it was really me. And as soon as he realised that he knelt down before me and cupped my cheeks.

-"Whats wrong Tara? Why are you crying like this??" He asked while wiping my tears with his thumbs.

God! It felt so soothing to have his touches on my skin!! My cheeks flushed up with heat and my tears stopped instantly. My inner turmoil haulted within moments as I stared into the depth of his eyes.

Soon I was the happy go lucky kid that I always had been.

I smiled at Dev. He smiled back confusedly and kept asking what was wrong. I just nodded my head and asked him to take me to the canteen.

The other patients who had been there all these while, must have thought that I had lost it. However, I least cared!

I clutched Dev's arm as the elevator escalated downwards. I don't have any qualm in mentioning that I have got claustrophobia. Dev knew that. That's why he allowed me to stick to his sleeve like a clingy lizard. I had mentioned about the better option ofcourse i.e, stairs. But Dev being him, had to deny my proposal anyhow!

We walked out as the two halves of the elevator slid sideways.

-"You still didn't answer me....What was wrong with you??" He asked again while I pretended to look for a good place to sit.

I found one such place soon. It was just beside the window and I ran to grab the chair, least anyone else occupied that.
Dev chuckled at my childishness.

-"Now tell atleast..please." he pleaded as he seated himself opposite to me.

"Whats there to tell you?" I asked innocently, although I knew very well what was he talking about.

-"Why the hell were you crying?" I saw him purse his lips in irritation as he repeated the question. I looked at everywhere else other than him and ransacked my brain for finding a worthy answer.
I literally jumped over my seat as one valid point stuck my mind.

"Woh.... Raima scolded me and said that she doesn't want to see my face again!" I said, trying well to act sad and all.

-"Raima scolded you!" Dev flapped his hands in air. "But why??" He scoffed.

"Becoz I didn't go to Saiyaraan today.... and its my second absent this week." Oh fish! This one is my second absent this week!! What if Raima seriously asks me not to show her my face again???

She wont do anything like that. Chill. The little lady sitting on a comfortable chair inside my head, spoke to me.

-But Raima is quite serious about her work! I replied.

That she is. But don't worry, she can't resist looking at your face for long!! My lady love ensured me and I blushed. Call it some serious disorder that I have to blush every two seconds later, but I can't really help it. It just happens and I absolutely love it. I love my face and hence I love my blushes. Yeah yeah, I am a freaking self obsessed person and I know it so well. But I am least bothered. And this is something which makes Raima believe that I am one complete lunatic soul!

-"And why did you have to take a leave?" Dev pulled me out of the thought bubble which I had securedly wrapped myself in.

"To make this?" I pointed towards the lunch box lying harmlessly on the table.