This is Perfect...

15

A week had gone by after Rajat and I made out in his apartment. I didn't visit Gauri after she came back from her little trip. I was getting anxious just by thinking about Rajat. It made me feel nauseas.

But, I also had the photoshoot with Darshan Singh. It was pretty cool. Firstly, he was a very good model and all the photographs clicked had breathtaking poses.

Turned out that he was a very shy and reserved guy. He barely spoke but not because he had arrogance. Because he didn't talk much. But whenever he did, he was either thankful or grounded. That eased my nervousness a little bit.

I admit, he looked so handsome and sexy. But that thought reminded me of Rajat and that's when I started panicking.

So that week later, late in the afternoon, I was watching some videos on YouTube when my phone started buzzing. When I saw who it was, my breathing started escalating.

Rajat.

I took 2 deep breaths and answered the call, "Hello."

Rajat said in a tensed tone, "Hey Nikhil! How are you?"

Why did he call me Nikhil? That was a clue. I answered, "Fine. What about you?"

"I'm just the same."

"Okay," I said awkwardly. We both didn't talk for a good 1 minute when Rajat spoke up, "Can we meet?"

No. But still I replied, "Okay. When?"

"Now?"

Shit! I had to bring my mind to calm down before meeting him. I could not just go casually. I cleared my throat and said weakly, "Sure."

"Great! I'll pick you up in an hour and I'll take you somewhere."

My heart started racing. I asked impatiently, "Where?"

"I was thinking we could grab an ice  cream. Just to make sure we don't lose our cool."

Oh my God! Was he going to get physical or something? What the hell did I do?

I fumbled weakly, "Fine. See you."

I hung up the call. My hands started trembling out of fear. Why would we lose our cool? What was he going to do to me?

I hesitantly got dressed up in a plain black top and blue jeans. I looked at my hair, which was growing wildly. It had reached to my ears. I needed a haircut.

An hour later, I got a call from him and I went down the building and saw his car waiting for me. I opened the door and slid myself in the passenger's seat. After we hit the road, I greeted, "Hey!"

Rajat glanced at me and looked back at the road, replying blankly, "Hi."

I looked out the window, with awkwardness in the air. I cleared my throat and asked, "Did you tell Meera about the... The... That day?"

He snapped, "Of course not! Are you crazy?"

Ouch. Why did he get mad at me? He was the one that admitted his feelings properly. I wasn't even thinking of telling him about my feelings.

I heard a feeble voice from him, "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just tired. This past week has been rough."

"What happened?"

He hesitated at first but then stopped the car in front of an ice cream parlour. He said, "Get up. We'll talk inside."

We entered the parlour. Just the smell of ice cream made me feel calm. I chose a chocoate ice cream while Rajat selected a coconut ice cream. While paying, we both took out our wallets. I thought we were going Dutch but he forced to put my wallet back in my pocket with his hand.