Invisible String

Chapter 8: The '5 minute' date

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Aditya POV:
Today, I'm embarking on a date with the girl of my dreams, and the anticipation is almost suffocating. She's so utterly captivating, I couldn't even close my eyes last night, consumed by thoughts of how to win her heart in just five short minutes. I had stalked her on Instagram last night, trying to find out everything about her likes, dislikes and I must say she looked even more stunning in person than in pictures. Everything about her was just absolutely beautiful. Her luscious brown hair, her mesmerising eyes and how they light up when she smiles. The way her cheeks turn rosy whenever she blushes and her soft pink lips which look so irresistible that every time I’m close to her, I have to physically restrain myself from kissing them. This woman was driving me nuts and she didn’t even know it.

Despite having every detail meticulously planned out, a gnawing fear lingered in the back of my mind—what if something goes wrong? What if she doesn’t want to go on another date? Do I smell good? No, I needed to snap out of this.

Kabir's impatient honk snapped me out of my reverie, a gentle reminder to cease my incessant overthinking and take action. Climbing into the car, I found solace in Kabir's reassuring words. "First date, and only for five minutes? Are you planning to be fashionably late for that too? My boy, I'm proud of you for taking the initiative, but please, don't let your nerves get the best of you. Everything will fall into place. I'll be waiting outside for those five minutes, but my heart feels uneasy," he added, his concern evident in his voice.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Thanks for your highly optimistic attitude, Kabir. Now tell me, do I look as amazing as I usually do? I mean, I already know the answer to that but I wanna hear it from you.”

Kabir just raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Yeah, sure. If Voldemort and Darth Vader had a son, he would look like you.”

Brushing off his sassiness with a confident smile, I replied, "Oh, Please. At least I managed to get a date with my girl, unlike some people.”

Kabir glared at me for this one. Haha, it was worth it. I just smirked at him before hastily exiting the car, eager to ensure that every detail of our brief encounter was nothing short of perfect. With a quick glance at my watch, I squared my shoulders and strode toward the café, determined to make these five minutes count.

She emerged from her car, a vision of elegance that stole the breath. I think I forgot how to breathe and act normally for a moment. She was wearing a wine-coloured dress which hugged her curves perfectly and came up to her knees, giving me a view of her long stunning legs and showed off the slightest bit of cleavage, not that I looked.. not like a creep at least. Her dress was definitely making me imagine doing some very unholy things with her.. with lesser clothes on.. or perhaps none. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind before it got too.. wild.

God, how did I get so lucky? Extending my hand to her, I guided her towards the setup, a vintage 1982 JBA Falcon that I knew held a special place in her heart. "You look absolutely stunning, darling, but I have very little time, so hop in," I announced, holding the door open for her. She seemed taken aback, clearly not expecting her favourite car to be part of the equation, but hesitantly, she complied, stepping inside with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"I thought it was a café date," she remarked, a hint of confusion colouring her voice. "I have something better in mind," I replied cryptically as I drove us not even a hundred metres away from where we started. Hurrying to her side of the door, I ushered her out, urging her to hurry before the pasta got cold. "Where is the pasta?" she asked, bewildered, scanning our surroundings. With a flourish, I clapped my hands twice, summoning two of my workers who swiftly set up a table with steaming plates of pasta. "Here," I exclaimed, watching as she took in the scene, rendered momentarily speechless.