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I’ve been feeling so anxious, wondering what he truly meant by his words.
Sometimes, I get so annoyed because of him, it feels like I could just punch this Chimpanzee.
Honestly, I’m thinking of asking Vani for her special punching lessons, just so I can practice on him.
Oh gosh Ruhii, you are becoming so violent. But then again, it’s all because of him.
Ever since he entered my life, everything has changed. Not in a bad way, but in a way that’s completely turned my world upside down. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not, but it feels like something is different. Still, there’s this cloud of confusion hanging over me.
As my mind started to wander, I glanced at my tea and realized it had gone cold.
Great, just what I needed. It’s all his fault-because of him, my Ginger Tea gets cold.
With a sigh, I decided to make a fresh cup of tea later.
As I waited for him and within five minutes, he appeared on his balcony.
My heart skipped a beat.
He caught me staring, and I immediately looked away, embarrassed. But I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking glances.
He sat down and picked up his guitar. Wait guitar? Is he going to play it? I watched him in curiosity.
He then messaged me, “Ab is pyaare se handsome yet dashing ladke ko maaf kr dena”
(Now please forgive this lovely, handsome and dashing boy)
My heart raced again. What was he up to?
I noticed something strange-he had attached a microphone to the collar of his shirt and another one to his guitar. What was he planning to do? Was he going to sing? Was he really going to sing for me?
Before I could process my thoughts, he took a deep breath, his gaze soft but intense as he looked at me.
He began playing the guitar, and then his voice filled the air, soft and calming, as he started to sing-
Mere saamne waali khidki me,
Ek chaand ka tukda rehta hai.
Afsos ye hai ki woh humse kuch Ukhda ukhda rehta hai.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I leaned further into the balcony railing, resting my chin on my hand. I couldn’t help it but to admire him.
Jis roz se dekha hai usko
Ham shamaa jalaana bhool gaye
Dil thaam ke aise baithe hain
Kahin aana jaana bhool gaye
Ab aath pahar in aankhon mein
Vo chanchal mukhda rehta hai
There was something about the way he sang that made my heart flutter. I had never seen him sing before.
His fingers trembled slightly as they strummed the guitar, and I realized how much effort he must have put into learning this. I remembered him telling me that he used to mess up the strings and gave up playing the guitar.
But here he was, playing and singing with such dedication. For me? Is he really doing this for me? I don’t know what to feel, no one has ever make this efforts for me before, his little efforts matters more to me. He doesn’t know, that he unknowingly already makes a special place in my heart that no one can replace.
Mere saamne waali khidki mein
Ek chaand ka tukda rehta hai
Afsos ye hai ke vo hamse
Kuchh ukhda ukhda rehta hai
My heart melted all over again, not just because of his voice, but because of the way he looked so focused, yet vulnerable. There was distance between us but I can feel his presence beside me. I can feel him.
When he finished, he looked directly at me and messaged, “Come downstairs.”
I could hear the applause from the neighboring balconies started to echo, as people had gathered to listen to his performance.
He scratched the back of his neck, looking shy, and shyly said to the crowd, “Thank you”
I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting my clothes and making sure I looked okay. My heart was still racing.
As I stepped outside, I saw him standing at the gate, waiting.
The moment our eyes met, I felt a rush of emotions- flustered, nervous, excited, but I tried to keep my composure.
I couldn’t let him know how much he affects me.
I cleared my throat and smiled at him, and he handed me a bouquet of white orchids.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. His eyes were soft, full of guilt, and I could see that he genuinely felt bad about something.
I took the bouquet from him, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the flowers, and gave him a soft smile.
“I’ve already forgiven you,” I replied, my voice calm.
His eyes met me, as if he couldn’t quite believe what I was saying.
“You what?” he asked, surprised.
“I already forgave you,” I repeated gently.
“Really?”
And i nodded.
“Thank you, Ruh,” he said, his face lighting up with relief as he jumped to hug me but eventually stopped and scratched his neck.
Why did he stop? I’m not a cactus that would hurt him. I wouldn’t mind if he hugged me.
But eventually i nodded.
“Promise me you won’t lie again,” my voice was soft but firm.
“I promise, Ruh,” he said, his gaze was genuine.
“I didn’t want to lie that day, but seeing you with Varun and imagining you spending time with him… I just couldn’t handle it…I can’t see you with him not with him but anyone I just can’t…..” He paused, looking at me with wide eyes, as if realizing he had said too much.
I could feel my heart racing. What did he mean by that? What was he trying to say? So many questions filled my mind, and I couldn’t stop wondering about his feelings.
He looked at me again, his expression softening. “Ruh, I’ll explain everything to you another time,” he said, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I thought you told me you didn’t know how to play guitar, but you played so well,” I said, changing the subject.
“Well, I don’t really know, but I learned a little for a few months. I stopped though because I kept messing up the strings. But I quickly learned it, for you….and you know I’m quite a fast learner,” he said, smiling shyly, scratching his head and winking at me saying the last sentence.
“But sorry Ruh I really messed up with the tune in between ,” he said as he slightly ruffled his hairs.
“No your voice is so good that it overpowers the tune,” I told him gently.
I couldn’t stop myself from getting lost in the moment.
He cleared his throat, and I realized that I had zoned out, lost in his gaze.
“Uh, I should go,” he said as his gaze wanders everywhere awkwardly.
I snapped back to reality.
“Right,” I said, trying to shake off the awwkradness.
He gave me a small, understanding smile and signaled for me to go back inside.
As I stepped inside, my mind was spinning. What was he trying to tell me?
But as I looked at flowers a smile plastered on my face, the overwhelming feeling of warmth still lingering.
I quickly grabbed my diary and wrote everything down. I needed to process what had just happened, what his words meant, and why my heart felt like it was racing nonstop.
As I lay down in bed, my mind was full of questions, but one thing was clear, I had no idea where this would lead, but I couldn’t deny the pull I felt toward him.
β’β’β’β’β’
It was already night, and after dinner, I sat at the dining table with my files, ready to work. Mom and Dad weren’t home because they are on night shift.
My brother usually came home by now, but tonight he is late. It was already 11 PM, and I was feeling a little scared because I had never been alone at this time before.
Usually, my brother comes home on time, but today he got stuck somewhere.
Kaki was with me. She is our cook and lives nearby with her husband and their little, cute kid. She asked me, “Ruhanika, have you had dinner?” I nodded and told her I had eaten already.
I started working on my practical files while listening to music. I didn’t use earplugs because my brother might arrive any minute, and I wanted to hear the doorbell.
Suddenly, I heard the bell ring. I opened the side window to check, and seeing it was my brother, I hurriedly opened the door. He looked exhausted, his eyelids heavy.
“Sorry for being late. The traffic was insane,” he said, handing me a chocolate pastry.
Kaki greeted him and then left. Her husband was waiting outside with their cycle, and they looked so cute together. He helped her sit on the cycle and wrapped a shawl around her. I smiled at the sight and then locked the door behind me. They are so adorable.
I gave my brother a glass of water and asked, “You’re late today. What happened?”
He sighed and replied, “I had back-to-back surgeries.”
I told him, “Bhai, go freshen up. I’ll heat up the food.”
But he refused, saying, “No, you should study. I’ll heat up the food by myself.”
“But I can do it,” i retorted back.
He stood up and added, “I know you can heat it up, but last time you burnt your hand. Don’t go near the gas”
I rolled my eyes.
“Bhai, I’ll heat the food in the microwave. Don’t worry,” I said, reassuring him.
He looked relieved but still warned, “Ohh is it? Okay, just be careful.”
After heating the food, I set it on the table. I put in one earplug to enjoy the music while working. My brother came to the table and thanked me for the meal.
I was enjoying my chocolate pastry when he gave me a confused look and asked, “Is it a new trend to study while listening to music?”
I rolled my eyes and explained, “I’m not just studying, I’m writing my practical file. It’s mostly copy-pasting, so I need my hands to work fast. Otherwise, it’s just so boring.”
By the time I had written five experiments, my hands were already tired. I finished my biology file and started working on the chemistry one.
“Wow, you have finished your previous file at lightning speed, and now you’re writing this one so carefully, putting so much effort in just copy pasting,” my brother questioned me again.
“Of course, my chemistry file will be checked by Vihaan’s mom… I mean, Adhya ma’am, so…I should write neatly to get good marks,” I stuttered, realizing what I had said.
“Ahhnn, so Vihaan’s mom… I mean, Adhya ma’am will check the file?” My brother smirked as he teased me.
“What’s with you?” I whined, as my brother started laughing.
“Gosh, my little sister is so cute,” he said, pinching my left cheek with his left hand.
I rolled my eyes at him and focused on my work.
While writing the chemistry file, my mind wandered to the moments I had with him in the chemistry lab with Vihaan.
I blushed, remembering how close he had come to me once, and I giggled. My stomach fluttered, thinking of the way he looked at me, his hair falling over his forehead, and how his hands had trapped me. He was looking freaking hot at that moment.
Urgh…I shouldn’t have been thinking about this, but my brain replayed the scene again and again.
I giggled, lost in my thoughts.
Suddenly, I heard my brother clear his throat. I looked up, and there he was, giving me a weird look, his forehead creased in confusion.
“45 times,” he said.
“Hmm?” I replied, confused.
“45 times you’ve giggled and smiled like a fool in the last two minutes, and you haven’t written a single word in the last ten minutes,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I gulped.
“So what? Can’t I smile?” I said, trying to compose myself.
“Sure, you can. But can I know….what or, to be precise, who is the reason for your non-stop giggling and smiling?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he twirled his spoon.
“Bhai, nothing like that. I just remembered a romantic scene from my favorite book,” I lied, pretending to focus on my writing.
“Ruhii, just tell me! My curiosity is killing me” he whined, leaning forward.
I smirked and said, “First, tell me about my bhabhi.”
I raised my eyebrows playfully.
His face turned red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat.
“Uhh… pass me the pickle,” he said, changing the topic.
I shook my head but I felt relieved that he didn’t question me next. Right now even I am not understanding what is happening to me.
I passed him the jar of pickle, and he finished his dinner while I completed my files.
Afterward, I lay down on my bed, took out my phone, and started watching a basketball match. I quickly made notes on the rules.
Vihaan had already explained all rules to me, but I wanted to review everything so I could cheer for him on match day.
For the past two weeks, I had been watching every match to understand the rules better. I made notes to help me understand the game more clearly in case something confused me during the match.
I never really cared for sports, but when I saw how much he loved basketball, something changed. Watching him play, the way his eyes lit up after every shot, made me feel something I didn’t expect. Slowly, I started to understand why he loved it so much, and with each game, my heart bloomed with a new kind of emotion, not just for the sport, but for him and his passion. It was as if his excitement became mine, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to it, and to him.
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The day after tomorrow was the match, and our school team won!
And guess what! I wasn’t just sitting there like a dumb person, I was actually understanding everything happening on the court. Every player did an amazing job. After the match, the team gathered for pictures, and I stood quietly in the back, waiting for Vihaan.
But he was busy talking with our teacher.
As I stood there, I saw Tanya and Vani congratulating everyone. I went over to Sid and congratulated him first.
Vihaan was still talking with the teacher, so I waited.
“Congratulations, Siddharth! I’m so proud of you,” I told him. He smiled and replied, “Thanks, Ruhii!”
Vani quickly came over to congratulate him too. She had been excited all morning.
I decided to leave them alone and stepped back.
Tanya and Yash were volunteering, so they headed back to the teachers area.
I saw Vihaan coming out, and I quickly started to walk towards him, but Varun came up to me just then.
I greeted him, saying, “Congratulations, you did a great job, Captain.”
He chuckled and thanked me. Some of his teammates were with him, so I congratulated them as well.
“I’m happy to see you here, Ruhii,” Varun said, raising an eyebrow. “By the way, I thought you weren’t interested in sports.”
But one of his teammates, Ansh, teased, “Maybe she’s here because of our captain,” laughing as he said.
Before i could say I heard Siddharth saying, “Or maybe she is here because of our Vice Captain,” as he crossed his arms exaggerating the word Vice Captain, referring to Vihaan, and a blush crept to cheeks.
“Don’t worry, just kidding,” Ansh laughed as I shook my head.
My eyes then followed Vihaan as he grabbed his bag and walked straight into the school.
I couldn’t believe he didn’t even say hi to me. What’s wrong with this guy? I thought. I quickly grabbed my bag and decided to go behind him.
I found him inside the sports room, where he was putting his things in his locker.
I greeted him, “Hi!” He nodded curtly in response, barely looking at me.
I felt a little disappointed but tried not to think more about this. He must be tired.
“You did really well today,” I said, trying to make conversation.
He mumbled a small “thank you,” but it didn’t feel very enthusiastic.
Now I am really curious what kind of mood swings he is having?
I called his name softly, “Vihaan.”
He froze, as he swiftly turned to look at me, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.
His gaze softened, and I decided to let my feelings guide me. Without thinking too much, I took a slow step forward, keeping my eyes on him. His gaze lingered on me as I smiled and moved closer.
My heart was racing, but I pushed it aside and allowed myself to be swept away by the moment.
I hugged him.
It was the first time I had taken the initiative to hug anyone, and the first time I ever hugged him.
As I wrapped my arms around him, I could feel him freeze up. I could hear his heart racing, and mine was beating in rhythm with his.
But he didn’t hug me back at first. I pulled back slightly, looking up at him.
He seemed lost in thought.
“You know it’s rude, not to reciprocate a hug,” I said, smiling.
His face turned red as he came out of his daze. He smiled brightly, finally wrapping his arms around me. “Congratulations,” I whispered, feeling his arms tighten around me.
“Thank you,” he whispered back.
I could feel his heartbeat speeding up, and it felt like my heart was hammering in my chest. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. We stayed like that for a moment, both seeking comfort in the silence.
Finally, we pulled apart.
Vihaan ran his fingers through his hair, his ears turning pink.
I looked down, feeling flustered.
To break the awkwardness, I quickly grabbed my bag and handed him chocolate.
He smirked, “Is this your way of rewarding me? I might get used to this.”
“Oh, this is only the start. Keep being this charming, and I’ll have plenty more tempting rewards for you,” I winked at him, as he coughed and looked shocked by my reply.
I sat down on the bench, my mind drifting as I wondered, thinking about how I could be blunt with him.
He slid in beside me, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer and whispered, “Can you tell me more in details, about your tempting rewards?”
I took a deep breath, trying to stay composed, but I couldn’t help but bite my inner cheek as I playfully teased him, “If you want the details, you’ll have to earn them first.”
His eyes went wide at my response, and I could hear him muttering under his breath, “What happened to you, Ruh?”
I met his gaze, a playful glint in my eyes, and replied, “You happened.”
He let out a soft chuckle, his voice warm and teasing as he asked, “Are you trying to flirt with me?”
I grinned and, ruffling his hair, replied, “And it looks like I’m succeeding, doesn’t it?”
He laughed, shaking his head, and dramatically placed his hand over his heart,”Bas karo Ruh, warna main melt ho ke evaporate ho jaaunga!”
(Stop it, or I’ll melt and get evaporate)
We both burst into laughter.
He opened the wrapper of the chocolate, broke it in half, and handed me a piece. I smiled and took it, biting on it.
“Oh, you know what, Ruh…..” Vihaan started blabbering. He told me how he had slipped in the bathroom earlier, how he had gotten late because he wore his t-shirt inside out, and how he had felt nervous before the match.
And i just listened, enjoying hearing him talk.
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I woke up suddenly, feeling completely awake even though it was only 4:30 a.m. And i don’t feel like sleeping anymore.
But since school was closed today for annual day preparations, I didn’t have to worry about anything. I quickly got out of bed and freshened up.
The winter air outside was exactly what I needed, and I couldn’t resist it. I went downstairs, filled a cup with warm water, and made myself some ginger tea.
When I stepped onto the balcony, everything around me was quiet. It’s the kind of silence I’ve always loved.
There’s something so peaceful about it, the feeling of hearing your own heartbeat, knowing exactly what you’re thinking, and realizing that in that moment, it’s just you and the world’s silence.
That’s how I used to feel, but now, something is different.
Without even realizing it, my gaze wandered to his balcony.
Something inside me changed within a few months, and I wanted to begin the day by watching him. I imagined him telling me all his stories while I listened, just like I always wanted. I longed for the small, simple things he would do-like putting clips in my hair and gently caressing my head, the way he always did.
I missed how he would hold my hand when we crossed the road or how he gave me his precious smile whenever I ruffled his hairs . I even remembered how he would always give me chocolate.
Maybe it was his laugh, or the way his eyes would light up when he spoke, or maybe it was his entire personality that made him so captivating. I couldn’t help but smile softly as a feeling I couldn’t ignore began to settle in.
I couldn’t figure out exactly what it was about him that attracted me, but I knew that it is an irresistible pull, something I couldn’t put into words but deeply craved.
Maybe I wanted him in a way I had never wanted anyone before.
The weather seemed to understand my emotions as a soft breeze started blowing and the rain began to fall lightly.
I didn’t even notice how much time had passed, but it was already 5:20 a.m. now.
The rain drops kissed my face, and I leaned in a little closer to the balcony, wrapping my shawl around me more tightly.
Just then, the balcony door opened, and there he was. His eyes were still half-closed with sleep, his hair was messy from just waking up, and he wore a simple black t-shirt.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Who could possibly miss this sight? Not me, that’s for sure.
He looked at me just as the rain started pouring harder, but I couldn’t look away.
He had become a part of my world in a way I couldn’t imagine letting go.
As I stood there, watching him, the rain continued to fall heavily.
The cool air sent a chill through me, but it was the warmth of my feelings for him that really stood out, making everything feel more intense. It was like the chilly weather outside didn’t matter anymore, because I was wrapped up in a warmth that came from something deeper.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to take it all in. When I opened my eyes again, I couldn’t help but smile.
That’s when it hit me-the sudden realization, like a wave crashing over me.
“Am I falling for him?”
I chuckled softly to myself, as my heart already had the answer.
“Or maybe I already fell for him.“
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Finally Chapter 39…!!!
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