As he approached, he cast a lingering gaze over me, a captivating look. Meanwhile, I found myself fawning over him, struggling to find the right words.
Rudra's intense gaze softened into a warm smile as he approached. "You look absolutely.. heart-st...
हीरे मोती मैं ना चाहूँ मैं तो चाहूँ संगम तेरा मैं तो तेरी, सैयां तू है मेरा, सैयां
तू जो, छू ले, प्यार से आराम से मर जाऊँ आजा, चंदा, बाहों में तुझमें ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं, तेरे नाम में खो जाऊँ सैयां...
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"Roohi, Maa was asking about the pag phere ka rasam, and if you're comfortable with it ?" Rudra explained, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.
I contemplated.
Meher and her parents had to head to Delhi for some passport requirements, leaving me with no other option. Otherwise, I would have gone to their house for the ritual.
Going back to them for a few hours couldn't hurt.
I've spent a significant time there, and a short visit won't be too overwhelming. Besides, I needed to retrieve some files and documents from my room that I hadn't packed yet.
"I don't mind," I replied, meeting his intense gaze. It seemed like he was trying to discern my thoughts, but I held my ground. I'm not a coward. I can face them.
"Okay then, I'll let Maa know. Would you like to change before going there?" he asked, and I nodded. "I'll change into a kurti," I said, and he acknowledged my choice with a nod.
This felt so formal all of a sudden. I wanted to go back to us bickering and chuckling. That felt more..nice?
Aww look at you Roo.
"Achha listen, you're looking beautiful in this dress," he complimented, causing my heart to pause for a moment as I processed his words.
When it finally registered, my cheeks warmed up, and I quickly turned around, muttering a small "thanks" before hurriedly making my way to the closet, where his chuckle echoed in the room.
Damn it.
Mujhe second hand embarrassment ho raha hai!
Shut up.
I scanned the options in my closet, contemplating what to wear. Spotting a cute kurti, I couldn't help but grin. Yes, that would be perfect!
Swiftly changing out of my current outfit, I slipped into the kurti and added a touch of curls to my hair. The slight waves complemented the kurti beautifully.
Dressing up had always been a source of joy for me. It felt like a form of escape, a way to express creativity easily. To me, it was a symbolic act.
This passion eventually shaped my career choice as a designer.
