Of The Stars That Breathe

23. Ghanta Ya Bahot Happy? (Mixed POV)

Ahalya's POV.
30th December, 2021.
8:24 a.m.

"Ajey, har jagah bermuda nahi pehan sakte, pagaal!", I screamed at him.

He sighed and shut his cupboard with a thud.
"I know, but I hate kurtas, yaar! Kitna uncomfortable hota hai. Chhubhta hai andar se."

"Tu shaadi mein ja raha hai, you realise that? Apne dost ke saath sutta maarne nahi.", I said.
Kitne nakhre hai iske.

"Haan, theek hai. Just wait outside till I change.", he said.

I trotted out the room.
His family had to attend a marriage of their relative and he would be leaving in an hour or so. Then tomorrow at early morning, we would be leaving for Ahmedabad.
New Year with him!
I was already having a jittery feeling!
I blushed from the realisation.

"Hogaya ready woh?", Yash bhaiya appeared from nowhere.
I hesitated.
"Umm, yeah, he's changing.", I answered.

"That is the problem with him every single time! He wants to wear shorts everywhere!", Yash bhaiya said.
He was wearing a brown kurta with an orangish tinge.
Ugh.
I am not too good in differing various colours.

We looked at each other and chuckled.

The door opened and Ajey came out.
He was wearing a long-sleeved black kurta and thankfully was NOT wearing his orange-pink specs, and was in his usual glasses.

I melted then and there.
Haaye...

"Happy?", Ajey asked to me.
"Ghanta happy.", I said.

Aah, let's make him uncomfortable now, shall we?

I eyed Yash bhaiya. His confused look turned into a realisation.
"Ajey, I am waiting downstairs. Jaldi aa jaiyo.", he said and went.
Before going, bhaiya gave me a sly smile.

I closed the distance between me and Ajey. He was looking questioningly between me and where bhaiya was standing.
Oh, this is going to be fun!

He rolled up his sleeves.
Could he just stop being so...

I came *very* close to him. I could sense his uncomfortable-ness when he gave me a hesistant smile.

I whispered, "Oh my! Indian boys would be wearing black kurtas with rolled-up sleeves and wonder why we girls fall for them.", I winked.

His expression changed from smiling to utter shock, with a tinge of pink peaking through his trimmed beard. God! I am falling so hard for you, Ajey.

"Ohh, umm...uhh, thanks.", he said and chucled nervously.
Thanks?
THANKS?

I laughed loudly at his nervousness.
"Honestly Ajey, the bollywood fangirl in me is just dying for my dupatta to get stuck in your watch, aur phir mein moodungi...Haaye!"

He was blushing so furiously!
"Jaa abb!", I chuckled and moved out of his way.

He went again to his room to comb his hair. But before going, he whispered, "Fuck it. I can't hold now anymore. I love you.", and gave me a quick peck on my forehead.

He rushed inside. I sighed.
I know Ajey, I know.
How badly you are waiting.
Waiting ever so patiently for me to say that back.

But just wait for tomorrow, till we go to my birthplace.
It will be all worth it, I promise.

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Ajey's POV.

31st December, 2021.
7:38 p.m.

"Nahi, nahi, aunty, bas ho gaya.", I said to Ahalya's chachi, as she tried to force another fafda into my plate.

We had arrived at her home just an hour ago. Apparently, she thought it would be great if know one knows that I will be also joining them. When we came, no one except Jeh, Ahalya's older cousin brother, knew me. As expected, he had reacted just like Ahaan had. But he was a little more chilled out than Ahaan and wasn't akward at all.