When A Fan met Her star [ Editing ]

Chapter 63 : The Nervous She

"What happened to you, huh? Why this ignoring game again?" he asked softly. His voice a blend of confusion and worry.

She kept her head low, refusing to meet his eyes. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her dupatta. Lips trembling.

He sighed and gently placed his finger under her chin. Forcing her to look up. Her eyes shimmered like a pool kissed by moonlight. Brimming with unshed tears.

"Srishti?" he whispered, cupping her cheeks. His thumbs moved in slow, comforting circles. As if trying to erase every trace of pain from her face. Her tears finally spilled over, and she broke down.

Without a second thought, he pulled her into his arms.

She clung to him like a lifeline. Burying her face into his chest, her sobs muffled against his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. Protectively, and pressed a kiss into her hair.

"Bangaram..you okay?"

He murmured. Resting his chin on her head. Swaying them gently like calming a child.

She nodded against his chest but said nothing.

He slowly broke the hug and cupped her face again, brushing her tears away with his thumbs. His eyes softened.

"You've been holding this in for too long" he said.

Then wthout a word, he took her hands. Kissed her palms one by one, and placed them over his heart.

She tried to pull away from his grasp. Weakly.

But he was faster. He snaked his arms around her waist. Drawing her flush against his chest. She let out a soft gasp as her breath hitched.

As always, his touch melted her resolve. She began to tremble slightly. Her skin prickling with heat as he moved her hair to the other side and leaned down to rest his chin on her shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her neck.

"Will you speak now?" he whispered into her ear, making her shiver.

"L-Leave me" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"What if I won't?"

He teased.

"Please... I'm not feeling well. My legs... they're aching"

He chuckled. He knew her too well.

"Excuses, huh? Try again madam"

Before she could say another word, he scooped her up into his arms.

"What are you doing?!" she gasped. Instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Well, if your legs are hurting, you shouldn't be standing, right?" he teased. Flashing a boyish grin.

"Put me down!" she hissed, half embarrassed and half flustered.

"Not until you talk to me, Bangaram. What's bothering you?"

She looked away, biting her lower lip, refusing to answer.

"No answer? Fine. We're staying like this the whole night. I'll carry you everywhere. Even to the bathroom if I have to"

She blinked at him, flustered.

"I-I'm fine!"

"Then why did you cry when you saw me?" he asked softly. Lowering her gently to the ground.

Her lips trembled. She fumbled for words.

"I... just..."

He tilted his head.