From Myth to reality

To every problem the solution is An Ice Cream

The walk back to her apartment felt… weird.

Not in a bad way.

Not in an uncomfortable way.

But in a holy-I-just-confessed-my-love-for-him-and-now-we’re-just-walking-like-it’s-normal kind of way.

Bhoomi was spiraling.

Like, how does one act after pouring their heart out, sobbing into someone’s shirt (which was now a walking canvas of her mascara stains), and then casually deciding to walk home together?

Should she hold his hand? Would that be weird?

Should she say something romantic?

Or should she just—not talk at all?

Krishna, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine.

Of course, he was.

He was Krishna. The embodiment of calm, composed, and always-a-step-ahead-of-you.

And meanwhile, she was walking like a lost puppy, trying to process the fact that she had just confessed and had gotten the most heart-melting response in return.

Oh god, her heart.

It was doing that thing again. The melty thing.

She tried to focus on walking instead of her emotional catastrophe, but—

Oh. Right.

Her body hated her.

Her cramps had decided to level up from mild annoyance to full-blown internal warfare, and her headache was now pounding like an overenthusiastic drummer.

And what was her grand plan to deal with it?

Ice cream.

Yes, you heard that right.

Ice cream.

Because if life is falling apart, and your uterus is staging a rebellion, then the only logical solution is to eat something cold and sweet and pretend everything is fine.

She slowed her pace, pressing a hand against her lower stomach.

Krishna noticed immediately.

"Bhoomi?" His voice was soft, laced with concern.

She sighed dramatically. "Krishna, I need ice cream."

He blinked. "Ice cream?"

She nodded. "Yes. Ice cream. Like, right now."

His brows furrowed, clearly confused. "Didn’t you just spend the last ten minutes crying in my arms? And now you want ice cream?"

Bhoomi narrowed her eyes. "Yes. Exactly. That’s precisely why I need it."

Krishna gave her an amused look, tilting his head. "Are you sure you’re not just trying to bribe yourself into feeling better?"

She gasped. "How dare you expose my coping mechanisms like this?"

He chuckled. "Bhoomi, I don’t think ice cream is going to fix—"

She cut him off with a dramatic sigh. "Krishna. Listen to me very carefully. I am in pain. I have been suffering. And do you know what makes suffering slightly less horrible?"

He smirked. "Let me guess. Ice cream?"

She nodded aggressively.

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, my love. If ice cream is what you desire, then ice cream is what you shall have."

Her stomach flipped.

There it was again.

My love.

Oh. Oh no.

This man was dangerous.

She had just confessed like twenty minutes ago, and here he was, casually throwing around endearments like it was no big deal.

She needed to breathe.

And also, ice cream.

Krishna led the way, guiding her toward a small ice cream shop they passed along the way.

"Alright, Bhoomi," he said, standing in front of the display, "what flavor shall heal your suffering today?"

She squinted at the options. "Hmm. Something dramatic. Something that screams ‘I’ve been through emotional turmoil but I’m still thriving.’"

Krishna chuckled. "So… chocolate?"

She gasped. "You know me so well."

He rolled his eyes fondly and ordered two cups—hers, extra chocolatey, and his, something lighter (because of course he was the kind of person who ordered a simple yet elegant flavor).

As they sat on a nearby bench, Bhoomi sighed in satisfaction, taking a bite.

"Mmm. This is heaven."

Krishna watched her with an amused smile. "I must say, I’ve never seen anyone recover from a breakdown as quickly as you."

She pointed her spoon at him. "This is years of experience, Krishna. When life betrays you, you eat ice cream. When you’re stressed? Ice cream. When you confess your love to a celestial being and almost collapse from emotions? Ice cream."

He laughed, shaking his head. "So, if I ever leave again, should I just send you a lifetime supply of chocolate ice cream?"

She paused.

Her spoon hovered midair.

Her expression went from playful to dead serious in an instant.

She looked straight into his eyes.

"Krishna, if you ever leave again, I will personally haunt you in all seven realms."

His laughter stopped.

His eyes widened.

And then—

He grinned.

"You truly are mine, Bhoomi."

Her heart did that thing again.

The melty thing.

Oh god.

She was in so much trouble.