Widening the orbs, I got up from comfortable balcony chair. A ghostly smile made its way to my lips, "You mean... You..." I chuckled running a hand through the hair, "You mean... You... I... We," I chortled again.
As if wanting to share my happiness the sky decided to shower upon us. Feathery white snow freckles landed on my face as the wind changed its direction.
I smiled, "See, somebody up there is happy because you chose me. You chose us."
"Mahil, I... I..." Shaking her head she stared at the floor.
"Am I expecting too much from you Kuhoo?" I asked.
"May be I'm not capable to reciprocate what you deserve. I'm sorry if that gave you any false hopes. I meant a simple dinner. Like usual times," She explained.
"I'm always going to have a hope about us. At least one of us has to. But you don't need to burden yourself because of it. I like you and I thought you did too, just that you didn't realize. But if you don't, it's not your responsibility. I can handle my own feelings," I mumbled.
"How can it be your responsibility when the hurt is caused by me?" She whispered.
I stayed silent. If she didn't feel anything, then why did I hear pain in her voice? Was she hurt because I was hurt? Then why wouldn't she just free us off the aloofness and come to me as my woman?
"You like snowfall?" She asked.
"I love it. Most of my childhood memories revolve around snowfalls and skiing or fishing during our family outings, although, the best ones are about them dancing. My dad was great at skiing. He would take us to resorts in San Bernardino Mountain ranges every winter. I was five when I skied for the first time," I laughed pausing for a moment recalling the day, "I still remember I had fallen straight on my face and sprained an ankle. After that I was sort of scared of skiing but my father wouldn't let me stay indoors. He didn't like the idea of his son being afraid of something he was so good at. After a few more falls, I actually started to enjoy it."
"Sounds nice," She nodded appreciatively.
"What about you? Like the snow?" I glanced at her curious.
She laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, I mean it's nice. But the thing is when I came here I wasn't used to such cold temperatures. If you don't know it doesn't really snow in Mumbai. First time I experienced a snowfall was here in Chicago. Couldn't pay much attention to it, except for shoveling the path for my car, because that was first year of my residency, I had super long duty hours and remaining time I would just sleep. That's the only thing on your mind when you've worked some thirty six or forty eight hours straight."
As if on a whim, I asked immediately, "So, you're saying you never had snow fights with your friends as a child?"
Narrowing the eyes Kuhoo shook her head, "Err...No..."
"Never made a snowman?" My eyeballs almost popped out at the thought. Her reaction showed she hadn't. What was this woman doing all her life?
"This is insane!" I exclaimed.
"Oh please, I used to make sandcastles on a beach as a child. It doesn't snow in Mumbai so how am I to have snowman experience? And you don't get to tease me about this like my colleagues. Anyways, I don't fancy getting frostbites," She scoffed looking sideways flipping ends of her hair sheepishly.
Rolling my tongue over the lips, I attempted to shut words of appraisal coming out of my mouth. God, she was so cute when embarrassed.
"What exactly did they tease you about?" I leaned slightly to her side.
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Diamond Hearts (Volume I & II)
Romance"I see nothing that you can offer me," She said eyeing him head to toe. There was a clear hint of dismissal in her tone as she got up to leave. Catching the steps with her, Mahil smiled, "I don't think that's true." "Eh?" She frowned. "How about a...
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