Dare to Hope | Heir & Heiress #2 | ✓

♕ 2.2 Unconditional Love ♕

Posted: August 26th, 2018

♕ Annie ♕

          This piece of cloth is so long and never ending. I have seen Khushi, Anjali, Lavanya and Riddhima wear these on several occasions, and yet it is embarrassing that I have absolutely no clue what I am doing. I end up tripping a few times while I am trying to reach from one end to the next and only end up tangling the sari all around my foot.

Several curses later... yes, I curse a lot and no, I am not bothered by it. At 23, I'm way past caring. I never put on the image of a good-girl anyway.

In a blink of a moment as I am too focused on freeing my feet from the tangles, Aarav is standing in my personal space tugging one of the corners into the skirt, his fingers at my navel. Unconsciously I hold in a breath as it turns my inside into puddles.

I try to argue for the sake of the bet, "I can manage on my own." It's a lie and I know it. Without help, I'll be in this room all night and still be failing miserably.

He taps my elbow to get me to raise my arms from my side as he walks around me tucking it all around the skirt, "You so don't have to worry about losing your face, Angel," He chides me playfully and when he is standing behind me, he leans over to speak in my ear, his voice so quiet it brings out goosebumps, "Especially not in front of me."

Okay, so he may be right about this. He has caught me in far more embarrassing situations and bailed me out.

But... what is with him being close to me physically off late? Yes, we hug all the time. I don't pay too much attention to the times I'd kiss him on the cheek in greeting or parting as that is my behavior with many of my other friends as well since growing up in Australia and he knows that. But this... why does it still feel different?

I scold myself to cut it off because surely, it can only be in my head. That's all.

I have to blink out of his actions when I hear him ask, "Is that too tight?"

My brows knit together in confusion, "Huh?"

He explains by asking, "Spread your legs."

"Excuse me?" I almost exclaim and watch his eyes widen as his own words settle in.

"That come out wrong." He mumbles before rewording, "Okay, um, walk around a little. Take a stride and see if you're able to walk."

That instruction makes much more sense to me. Ofcourse that is what he meant... I need to give a break to my head heading towards the gutter.

All this pent-up energy is not doing me any good. Maybe I just need to get laid. You know? Clear my head. Yes. That's it.

I clear my throat, blinking back to Aarav telling myself to stop zoning out. "I think it's good."

He nods and then asks, "How do you want to wear it?"

"There's more than one way?"

He chuckles and God, I love it every time his eyes crinkle when he smiles. That small sound is heaven to me. "Yes, Angel. You can plait it or just pin at the shoulder and..."

I cut him off, not caring for the explanation of all the different types to wear a sari. "Whatever is the easiest and quickest."

"Okay, let's see..." He starts speaking to himself gathering the other end and starts pleating it. It doesn't come out even so he starts over and I can't help but just keep looking at him as he works, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

I find myself asking, "Why do you know this?"

As is his answer for many of his qualities, this one is a default one as well. "I have 3 mothers."