When did he become so shameless? My cheeks heat up just by remembering those words.
But when he asked what my hearts want me to do, I couldn't help but hug him. Yes, my heart wants him near me. My heart feels at peace being near him. It felt good to be so near him.
Last night, I slept without any disturbing dreams or any suicidal thoughts. Yes, I am suicidal. Anyone would be after the things which happened with me.
I lost control over my emotions last night which is such a big thing. I have always kept my emotions in check. But there is something about him which makes me want to just tell him everything. My heart says that he will take away all of my pain.
Which won't happen right? Whoever I trusted with my feelings always backstabs me. My parents, my family, my friends, my boyfriend.
Anyways the complications from last night are visible. I cried after like so many years and now I am suffering. I can't breathe properly. My body hurts. I am dizzy, everything is blurry. I got a migraine pain as well. I didn't tell Nikhil about it otherwise he would panic.
My thoughts broke when I felt his presence behind me. I was sitting in the garden porch with a book. I looked at him and he was standing with my medicines. Yeah, he takes care of my medicines and health and stuff.
"What are you reading?" He asked me and I choked on the water.
He immediately rubbed my back and fuck why is he so close to me. I immediately kept the book aside. Obvious how the fuck I tell him that I am reading smut?
"I aa... I um nothing just fictional book" I said when I got fine.
"Hmm so what is this fiction about?" He asked with curiosity. Just shut up!
"Why do you want to know?" I asked with a tight lipped smile.
"You were reading with so much concentration so I thought it must be done interesting" he shrugged.
"You don't have any work do you?"
"Not interested right now. Just look at the weather, it makes me want to be lazy" he stretched his arms.
I chuckle "Nikhil Verma being a lazy lag huh"
"No one wants to work the whole time kitten" he looked me tilting his face
"Why are you being so nice to meet?" I raised a brow.
"Is it getting suspicious now" he smiled.
"Very much" I smiled back.
We sat there in silence. The weather and wind are really good and calming.
In no time it started to rain. The pitter patter of rain was soothing.
"Maggie or pakora?" I asked him.
"Bhel" he said making me grin.
"Let's go" I got up and we ran inside the house. Somehow our walk to home turned into a race to home. Which he one obviously. He is tall with long legs huff.
We took out all the ingredients and started making the bhel. I opened the kitchen windows for morefresh air.
"Add more green chutney na" I pouted
"So you like it spicy huh" he smirked and I glared him
"C'mon rainy weather plus spicy food, bets combination"
"So you like this kind of weather hm"
I took some bhel for tasting "Mm hm I do. This weather it has some magic in it. It always makes me happy" I grinned.
"What else makes you happy" we took the bowl back to the porch.
"Umm lemme think" I ate one bite "Book, I love the smell of books"
"And what else?"
"Music. Every kind of music"
"And"
"Sitting by the Marine drive. It clams the chaos of my mind"
"And"
"Oh and I love flowers. Their smell their texture, colour everything"
I looked at him and he is smiling. Like genuinely smiling.
"Why are you looking at me like that" I felt my cheeks heating up at him gaze.
"Nothing. Come I will show you something" by this time we have finished the bhel.
He took me to the backyard. I didn't explore the house much as I didn't want to invade their personal space.
There is a wait! Are those flowers? OMG there are so many flowers. I just love this!
"My mom loved flowers so dad made this flower garden for her. They together grew all these flowers. Now bhai grows all the flowers for bhabhi. It's like he continued dad's ethic. He adds a new type of flower every month" I smiled at him
"It's so cute. I am sure bhabhi and aunty must be so happy to get someone who loves them so much"
Will I ever get this kind of love? Will someone do these much efforts for me? Bhabhi and aunty for sure are so lucky.
"You know after mom dad left us, I used to come here often when I felt alone or wanted to be near them. This place is filled with their love and memories, and I can still feel that love" there was sadness in his voice.
I placed me head on his chest and hands around his torso. He hugged me back.
"This place feels home" I said.
"Yeah it does" he said looking at me.
I looked at him with confusion. Sometimes I really zone out and don't understand basic thing.
He broke the hug and crouched down. He looked at me and smiled. He turned and did something which I couldn't see because of his broad back.
He got up and turned with the most beautiful white roses. It's my favourite.
"These are so beautiful. Why did you pluck them" I awed looking at them.
"Beautiful roses for my kitten" he forwarded the flowers to me. I grinned looking at them
But wait did he say my kitten? My? Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I blushed.
I took the flowers from him and smelled them. Ufff they smell so good.
"Thank you" I looked into his eyes which are just so captivating.
Why do I feel so different with him. What is he doing to me?
This man whom I considered as my enemy once, is making me feel things I have never felt before. And somehow I am liking this more than anything.
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