Amidst the chaos of the city they chose to sit by the beach to celebrate the Valentine's Day.
The water was slightly touching their feet and the stars were shining brightly in the sky. It was a pleasant time to be on the beach.
"Harshita", she looked up to see him standing besides her. She smiled and asked him to sit besides her. While he'd some other plans, he nodded and sat behind her spreading his legs wide. Harshita just giggled meekly looking at his state
'Raja sahab khul ke bethe hai!'
Param frowned on her statement while she was busy giggling.
A suddenly pull and she was landed close to him, her back touching his chest and she'd stopped giggling feeling his firm grip on her waist. His breaths fanning her skin and erupting goosebumps all over.
'Param!?', was all she could say still trying to adjust with the sudden happenings.
He didn't bulge, instead looked intently in her eyes.
His eyes, his eyes always did something to her. They were so innocent yet they held so much to convey. It is rightly said, 'love is blind and only the bizarre one knows its language' so was with him.
He never needed to say things, specially when it came to her. She used to understand him, his thoughts, his silly jokes, his feelings, his mood swings way before he would realise them.
She was still struggling to move out, clearly not able to control her rapid beats. Well, that's what he did to her; always.
'Param, voh....! for the first time in life the great Harshita Gaur was tongue tied. She'd nothing to say or rather she wasn't able to say. On the other side, Param was enjoying her state. She was looking so cute trying to escape the situations and searching silly ways. She wasn't able to meet his gaze for she knew one moment more and she would confess what she'd been keeping in herself since 2 years now.
'Stop moving Harshita, abhi khana khaya hai meine, I won't eat you.' he said trying to grip her properly.
She looked at him, slightly fearing.
'Damn, she looked so innocent!',said his heart.
He slightly brushed his fingers on her cheeks removing the strand of her hair behind her ear.
All the while Harshita was looking in his eyes trying to find the same emotion which she always wanted to see. She was still scared to say knowing him and his thoughts on love. She never wanted to sound cliche and loose a friend like him. Friends, really? her heart questioned.
'Param.... I want to say something!' - she struggled to say being so close to him.
Param kept his fingers on her lips to shh her and signalled her to keep quiet.
'Aaj please mujhe bolne de' he pouted making her smile at his cuteness.
She nodded not knowing about his next words but what he did made her want to stop time forever.
He's swiftly turned her around, facing the sea, the moon and the stars adding the much needed brightness. Their bodies close while he pushed her towards him hearing a gasp from her. She adjusted herself properly in his arms feeling the much needed February warmth.
They sat there for few moments absorbing the breeze while Harshita was busy normalising her beats which were frantic because of his breathing on her skin.
'Harshita, I don't promise to sit beside you watching sunsets but I promise to welcome every sun rise with you.' he said pushing aside her locks revealing her nape.
Harshita took a moment to analyse his words.
'I don't promise to cook for you but I promise to always share my food with you. I might not dance with you but I promise to listen your favourite song lyrics wale while we go for long drives.'
'I might not post our pics with cheesy captions but I promise to not miss an excellent moment to mark your memory.'
'I might not take you for lavish dinner dates but I promise to take to the best Lebanese restaurent once in while.'
Harshita smiled amidst her tears.
'I might not buy you expensive gifts but I promise to share my glasses, t-shirts... aur caps bhi she added. While he nodded chuckling.'
'I might not accompany you in everything but I promise to always have your back.'
'I might agree with everything you do but I will respect your choices and decisions. '
'I don't promise to buy you expensive gifts but I promise to share SanDhir/ParSh gifts with you. Jo bhi chahiye voh. Except green tea.' he added to which she frowned.
'I might not accompany you to salons but I'll make sure you've frequent adventurous outings. '
