He didn't know if to chuckle, be angry or try to diffuse her tense mood. He finally decided on the later one. Keeping his phone aside, he crawled towards her and hugged her from behind.
"Kya hua?" He asked. She scoffed. "Acha sorry, wrong question. I know tu ghar ko miss kr rhi thi, and you wanted them to stay longer. Or maybe stay here longer yourself." He said, "I am sorry baba, I am sorry nhi btaya ki unhe jaldi jana pdega. Pr hum nhi chahte the ki tera mood kharab ho-".

He was still in the middle of his sentence when she spoke, "tune Jo subha kiya vo sirf mera dhyaan busy rkhne k liye Kiya?"
"Kya" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.
She freed herself from his grip and sat up. "Drame kr rha tha na, ki Mera dhyaan bhatka rhe."

"Pagal-"
"Pr jrurt nhi thi na Sidharth. Faltu drame jruri nhi- masti m kuch bhi-"
"Shehnaaz-"
"Tujhe mazaa aata hai na, chedhkr, kunki tere liye to sb platonic hai. M hi paagal hu" she was now up, standing next to bed. He had subconsciously held her wrist, her eyes brimmed with tears.
"Ba-"
"Sidharth...tu kyu hai aisa, I-" but with that she seemed to have nothing left to say.
"Kya hua hai baby, maine-"
"Hua? Tujhe kuch nhi, tere liye to bs comfort hai ek, strong bond hai, platonic hai jo hai... Aur Kya bolta hai... unique attachment? But mere liye nhi-" she had tears running down her face, she had just burst through her emotions. He still didn't understand where all that came from, but his heart ached seeing her in emotional stress.
"Shehnaaz-" he rubbed her hand in between his palms. She sat on her knees on the ground, "I love you" she whispered, almost inaudibly. His heart had skyrocketed. He had sure wanted today to be the day to confess to each other, but in his mind he had imagined the moment way differently than it was unfolding.

"I love you so much, aur mujhse nhi hota. Mujhe dr lgta hai, aur mujhe ajeeb sa hota hai jb tu mazaak m kuch bolta hai. Mujhe frk nhi pdta kissi se bhi, pr m terese hurt hoti hu... Kunki mujhe tujhse farak pdta hai... Mujhe vo awkward moments, ya attachment se problem nhi thi... Pr ab ghutan hoti hai. Ye one sided lgta hai... Kya kru" she blabbered. He wiped her tears, gobsmacked, trying to figure what had actually kept hurting her. Was it his coming close and then stepping back. Something that he did just for her, could that have potentially hurt her. He was thinking about all the time he had tried to sit back, or had told her how he was attached to her. Their were times he had thought she would say something. She would stop him to tell him how his attachment was actually love, but had been left with an ache at heart when she didn't. She was suffering the same all this while.

He looked up to see that she was no longer sitting in front of him. Looking around the room, he couldn't find her anywhere but the french window was open. The curtain danced with the wind and the little light from moon shone on his rough stubble. He breathed in a deep breath. His tense face broke into a smile. She loved her, he had heard it from her before... A little tipsy, that day but her words had been so clear. Just like now. He cursed himself for all the teasing. He had worked her up to a point, she exploded. He drank a glass full of water before slowly walking towards the poolside.

She sat  in the corner, on the cold floor, her legs hugging her chest and her face buried in between. Why did she explode? What all did she say? Why? She took in a deep breath, and then another. The cool breeze were ruffling her hair and tingling her cheeks that wasn't covered with her hands. Her feet and bottom had gone numb. Understandably so, she was sitting on the cold floor, but she ignored. She calmed her nerves, asking herself, why? About five minutes later she lifted her head.

Standing there in front of him, was a tall, built man. His arms folded over his chest, feet shoulder length apart and staring right at her. Sidharth didn't even make a noice in the last five minutes. He just stood there, letting her check her emotions. She frowned and raised an eyebrow. She knew she was wrong to snap back in the bedroom but that didn't mean, she wasn't angry. She fluttered her toes lightly to thaw them, still staring at him. He let out an audible sigh, rolled his eyes and extended his hand to help her stand up. But she scoffed and stood up on her own. Her feet were still numb, making it difficult to feel herself standing straight. She wobbled and kicked her feet.

Seeing her struggle, he held her by her elbow but she was in a stubborn mood. She jerked his hand off and gave him a cold stare. As her feet returned to normal, she made a move to storm away, but he held her hand. This time, more tightly. She tried to free herself but he wouldn't let that happen.
"Sidharth chordh" she said in a scary tone. As she stared at him and tried to free her hand, she unknowingly went to stand at the edge of the pool. Sidharth smirked. Well, this wasn't that bad.
"Nhi to?" He teased.
"Hmmph" she scoffed, a little puzzled at his smirk but still not realizing that she stood at pool edge.
"Kya hai teri problem?" she asked, irritated.
"Problem?" He raised his brows. "No baby, Meri to koi problem nhi hai but-" he said changing his voice and then pointing behind her. Shehnaaz turned a little to see herself at the edge of swimming pool. Her eyes widened...

What did I just write? I am puzzled but 🤪
I am excited as well as nervous to write next part😜

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