Highest rank: 43# in short story
"Harshad", I began
He looked straight into my eyes.
"He is no more in my life"
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She was the only girl he loved while she had lost the guy she loved.
The only simil...
I see Harshad sleeping like a child. Who sleeps on their birthday? I stepped into the room and called out his name. His phone was vibrating on the other side. But my husband did not have the slightest idea of what was happening around him.
"Harshad", I almost screamed and he woke up getting all worried.
"Deeksha, are you okay? Is everything fine?", he asked and then finally noticed the cake in my hand and looked at the watch.
"Damn", he groaned, "It's my birthday"
"Yes, it is. Happy birthday Harshad", I wished him.
He quickly answered all his pending calls and I signaled him to cut the cake. He fed the cake to me while I applied it to his face. He held my hand but I escaped and started running. He kept following me until I slipped and we landed on the couch.
This was the first time since our wedding that we were this close. There was no gap in between us and strangely I didn't feel awkward.
His hand on my waist didn't make me shriek instead I felt those butterflies in my stomach. This was altogether a different feeling.
He came closer and his hand gently stroked my bottom lip, cleaning the stain there.
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"You are beautiful" he whispered in my ear. My heart started beating faster as I felt his fingers trailing my cheeks. My arms instantly went around his neck. He inched closer and we were about to kiss when he suddenly backed out.
I quickly adjusted my dress and stood up.
"Sorry, I just got carried away", he said and avoided looking at me. He turned his back and walked away without even waiting for my reply.
Did I feel hurt?
I stood there analyzing what just happened. The thought of him kissing me itself made goosebumps rise all over my body. I wondered if I had actually moved on.
I tried to calm my heartbeats and reconcile myself still being unsure of what this actually meant.
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I was still zoned out not able to recover completely from what had happened last night. It was so uncomfortable in the morning to look at him.
I was trying hard to act as normal as I could. Both of us evaded that topic. He dropped me at my office as usual but he had not called me yet. It was a daily routine since we got married. We would talk to each other during the lunch hour for a while.
Also, he had not complimented me on the cake. I didn't even know if he had liked it or not. I started getting impatient, actually getting desperate to hear his voice.
