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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˗ˏˋstraying eyes and unsteady hearts'ˎ˗
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Amoli's fingers tighten on the strings of the paper bag, eyes nervously skirting the house number on the door even though she had clearly checked the address plate outside twice.
Her thoughts are bouncing like a ping-pong ball between how much she's missed Mahika even though it's barely been a few days since they saw each other in person, and how she's really standing at her door for the very first time. Her breath leaves her in a rush at the thought of ringing the doorbell, so she pauses, reaching inside her pocket to fish out her phone instead.
It takes her another moment to bring herself to not reconsider when she types out a text and hits send without giving it too much thought.
We've wasted far too much time that we could have spent together already, she thinks, and even though the reminder makes her cheeks feel hot, she refuses to discard the thought. It took a lot for her to accept it. There's no way she's going back to... whatever that mix of terrified and immature she used to be.
She hears soft thumps that sound like footsteps soon enough, and then there's a muffled thud followed by a very obvious noise of pain and Amoli feels the corners of her lips tug back in an amused smile.
And then the door opens and the amusement morphs into fondness.
God, Amoli couldn't hide it even if she wanted to.
Especially since she's always seen Mahika so... put together. Intimidatingly so.
The Mahika in front of her is wearing fluffy, bunny-eared house slippers and even softer pyjamas with starfishes on them. There's the beginning of a grin blooming on her face and her eyes are sparkling, and yeah, Amoli thinks, I couldn't hide the adoration on my face even if I tried.
All she wants to do is reach out, wrap her fingers around Mahika's dainty wrist and tug her into an embrace.
Oh, she can picture it so very perfectly inside her head. She is, already. Inside her head, Amoli is already bolder and has her cold nose tucked safely against the space that connects Mahika's neck and her shoulder. She breathes in that floral scent that she's grown so attached to, and locks her fingers together against the small of Mahika's back.
Inside Amoli's head, she would lean back and their faces would be close, so close that the tips of their noses brush together and if either of them moved an inch, their lips would touch.
"Hi," Mahika whispers and breaks Amoli out of her trance.
"Hi," she whispers back and tries to fight off the blush on her cheeks in vain. I missed you, she thinks because she's too afraid to say it out loud.
