High On Life

38: Kaise Mujhe Tum Mil Gaye

Do listen to the song posted. It's my absolute absoluteee favouritee damn ! ♡♡♡♡
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We went back to our families and they all led us to the beautiful sofa which was placed by the lake for us.

They left and we just sat down and stared at the beautiful lake and all the candles which illuminated it.

"Shehry." "Nida." We spoke each other's names in unison and chuckled.

I was still staring at the lake when I feel his hand cup my cheek, making my heart skip a beat. He slowly turned my face to his and smiled ever so gracefully.

So much to say but each time I look into those eyes, I turn speechless.

"You go first." I giggled, gesturing him to speak.

"Okay....." He says and then looks back as if trying to find any spies and then leans in towards me, consequently making my breaths all uneven and difficult.

He leans dead close and wraps his arm around my waist. My heart pounded twice as fast inside me and my skin had set ablaze at the contact.

He slowly pulled away and then whispers in a chuckle. "Thanks for transforming me into a shehzaada from that arrogant, self-centered daddoo (toad)."

I chuckled slightly. "I didn't do anything. It was all in you. You always had a soft side which you never let out to anyone except your family. You just needed to let that out to the world with the help of someone and...."

"And that someone is sitting right beside me." He smiles, completing my sentence.

He grabs my left hand in his and kissed the back of it, as he just stared up at me with his lips still in contact with my skin. I looked to my side and he completes his kiss.

"Itna bhi kia sharmaana jaaneman. Ab to yeh roz roz miley ga." He said quietly, pulling away from my hand, and I could feel my cheeks heat up.

"Koi roz roz nahi miley ga." I said showing attitude, still looking away from him.

"Kiyun?" He asked cutely.

"Kiyunke meine kaha, iss liye."

"Aapke kehnay ki kia baat hai, mohtarma." He raised his hand in the Desi way of complimenting.

"And yeah. Don't call me that." I still showed attitude.

"Call you what then?" He smirks, leaning closer and I leaned backwards.

He kept on leaning closer while I just leaned backwards with my heart pounding against my ribcage. Since the sofa was huge, I almost fell backwards on the sofa with a thud, when his arm snaked around my back grabbing me mid air. He then slowly levelled me down to the soft sofa as he hovered over me.

"So? You didn't answer my question. What do you want me to call you then?" He smirked and leaned even closer to the point that our faces were just inches apart from each other. I could feel his warm breath tickling my face and making my breaths heavy.

Thank God, the back of the sofa was towards the table, or else we both were dead.

He let out a short silent whistle at my face, breaking me out of my thoughts and I put my hands to his chest to stop him from coming any close. His heart was literally exploding inside him.

I peered into his eyes and he raised his eyebrows.

"I can always give suggestions. Hmm....... Babe?" He inquired and I shook my head.

"Sweetheart?" He asked and I felt my face flush. I again shook my head.

"Mushayra?" I almost laughed out loud at this one but let it out as I small giggle.