"What do you mean I was gifted to you?"
"It is not good to eavesdrop but you heard it right. You are a gift that was forcefully imposed on me."
"Y-You... are.... lying..."
"Am I? You know what? Gift is a very fancy term for you. 'Trash' suits you be...
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Why was he sweating before doing anything?
I only wanted to see whether he was interested in physical intimacy or showed even a sign, but his reaction wasn't something I had expected. He looked like he was in an inner conflict — as if he wanted to do it, but something... some fear was holding him back.
When he locked himself inside the washroom, looking as pale as a ghost, I realised that he was dealing with something from his past which still haunted him. When he didn't come out for a long time, I went to check on him and knocked on the door. I could hear some mumbling from inside the washroom and wondered who he was talking to.
Suddenly, the door opened, and I took the phone from his hands when I heard his mother call my name from the receiver end. I felt sadness covering me as I let her words sink in, while Yuvaan looked lost. She told me to give him some time and not judge him for his actions.
I agreed, and she told me to tell her son the positive affirmations till he calmed down and didn't look suicidal. I knew there was something up with him, but I didn't interrogate him as I was afraid that something bad might happen. After cutting the call, I repeated the things my mother-in-law told me, and soon, Yuvaan's face started getting its colour back.
I stared at him intensely, trying to figure out what might have happened for him to be scared of getting close to me.
Was he abused? Did he suffer from some childhood trauma too? But didn't he say that he had sex before, so why was he so afraid now?
When we were busy with our small counseling session, I blurted out that I loved him. And not so surprisingly, he also repeated the same. But I thought that he hadn't noticed it, so I continued with earlier stuff, but he caught my try on changing the topic soon and told me to say it again.
I refused and told him that he imagined it. He wasn't convinced and was back to his usual self. I was glad about that but sighed as I knew he wouldn't let me sleep without hearing those words again. I left the washroom and got back in bed.
"Do I need to change clothes?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Okay, then. Sleep now. We have a busy day ahead."
He took his spot on the bed and wrapped his arms around me. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You sure you won't panic again?"
"If you say it again then I won't." He grinned.
"In your dreams."
I closed my eyes and felt his lips on my forehead. He told me that he knew I was acting, and when I opened my eyes to glare at him, he pecked me on the lips.
"Even if you won't say it, I don't mind saying it again and again. I love you, I love you, I love—"
