❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔'𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 - 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒚. ❞
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Sometimes love doesn't knock on the right door. Sometimes it slips in through a misdial, a l...
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Author's POV-
The waves had long stopped trying to impress them.
They crashed. They sighed. They flirted with the shore.
But Mira Sharma had better things to do—like resting her head on Arjun's shoulder, eyes half-lidded, hair dancing with the salty breeze, and heartbeat unusually calm.
For once, there were no memes, no savage one-liners, no over-the-top Bollywood references tumbling out of her mouth.
Just silence. Comfortable, unbothered, warm silence.
Arjun shifted a little, careful not to move too much, because—let's be honest—he wasn't used to having a whole girl parked on his shoulder. Especially not one who made fun of his socks a few days ago and like now like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
He liked the weight of her.
Metaphorically and literally.
After what felt like hours and mere seconds at once, he whispered, "Chalein?"
Mira didn't look up. She just sang, her voice barely above the ocean:
"Abhi na jaao chhod kar... Ke dil abhi bhara nahi..."
( Don't leave me now... My heart Isn't full yet...)
Her voice cracked halfway through the next line.
She didn't finish. Didn't have to.
Arjun glanced down. Her eyes were glassy, catching moonlight and something else.
Pain?
"Mira..."
She blinked quickly, brushing non-existent dust from her jeans like her hands needed something to do. "God, you're so impatient. You'd leave a Karan Johar climax midway if your cab showed up, wouldn't you?"
"I—I just thought it was getting late," he said, half-smiling, half-terrified. "Tum toh abhi kabir singh ban jaogi toh bhi mujhe bol dogi, 'bro go home.'"
( Even if you become Kabir Singh right now, you will still tell me, 'BRO go home.')
"You're not entirely wrong," she smirked, finally sitting up.
He missed her head the moment it left his shoulder.
"I'll go. I can go alone," she added, dusting sand from her kurti. "Strong, independent woman and all that. Beyoncé would be proud."
Arjun frowned. "Main drop karunga."
( I'll drop you )
"Kyuuuuuu? chhoti bacchi hoon kya?" she raised an eyebrow.
