❝The only kind of love I want is one where even if it is just for a short moment, it feels like I have lived a lifetime in that moment with that person. ❞ - Jhanvi Raichand.
**You CANNOT read this as standalone. Read Dare to Be before reading this...
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2.27 All Things Dark
The events of last night come back to me. Hugging Aarav. Kissing his chest. Telling him I'm coming home. God, it does feel like home. Aarav. How did I not know before that what I kept looking for everywhere in this world was right there. I always loved him. I just had to stop running away thinking it was wrong.
Oh, and the feeling of not having to run anymore from those feelings?
It brings such solace.
Things I never imagined, told myself countless times would never be a reality, were happening.
Though I woke up five minutes ago with a smile on my face and now biting the inside of my cheek because I couldn't stop from grinning in happiness, when I heard the door knob turning behind me, I close my eyes and pretend to sleep.
If it is Aarav, I just want to know what he'll do.
I hear someone walking around the room and I wait in anticipation. Then, I hear a door click and seconds later, I open my eyes with forehead crinkled. I see the light in the washroom on from the tiny space between the tiles and the door and let out a huff.
Aarav.
He did... nothing! Didn't even try to wake me up. Just... went for a shower. Sometimes I have wondered, the way he is always so focused and on task, does he even know how to be romantic? Caring, yes. He nails that to the T. He says the sweetest things. All these years keeping to our friendship, he has been absolutely wonderful. I know he is capable of both grand and small gestures to let the other person know they are loved and cared for. And yet, even claiming he loves me and that I love him back too, romantically, he is somewhere wrapped up in still being my best friend.
As I wait for him to come out, I rest my eyes by closing them. Even though I probably just slept for 12 hours, I still feel like I could sleep again. It's just this tranquility inside of me. Or, the jet-lag working against me. Could be both too.
I wake up again a few minutes later on hearing the door opening. Even though it was softest, I still snapped out of sleep given I hadn't drifted off entirely. Since I turn my head towards it, he notices I am awake.
"Good afternoon," he greets in a teasing voice as if to express it's high time I wake up.
I pull the blanket to my shoulder, "Hmm."
He drapes his towel behind the back of the chair and approaches the bed from his side. Picking up the other end of the blanket, he moves it aside to start smoothing out the creases on the sheets and fixing the pillow. "Come on, up."
At his instruction, I gape. "Are you kicking me out of bed just so you can make your bed?"
I don't understand why he has to make his bed every morning and turn it into good as new. If you leave it as it is, messy, it's that much easier to turn in at night. Even warmer as the blanket won't be folded at the end of the bed leaving the sheets exposed.
