We stood there for a few minutes, but it felt like eternity, his chin on my head, while my head rested on his chest, hearing his racing heartbeats which matched my own. As I tried to move away, his grip tightened on me, if that was even possible.
"Where were you?" I asked, my voice coming out muffled, as I slightly pushed him and he loosened his grip and holding my hand led me to the sofa.
"I was helping Mustafa's family to wind up everything at the venue and it almost took more than an hour and then I thought, to buy ice cream for you" he said shrugging and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What about your phone? You know how many times have I called you?" I said my voice getting a bit louder.
"You did? Relax my darling. Actually, the battery was dead" he said flashing his phone infront of me, "and I thought that you must have slept, otherwise I would have called you"
"So... You were worried for me?" he said smirking and I looked away.
"Yes, I was" I looked at him,"but because aunty and uncle were not at home. What would have I answered them when they returned?" I said, but little did I know that I was just trying to convince myself. I guess I saw a hint of a smile on his lips, but then asked,
"Where is the ice-cream?" he chuckled and produced a big bucket of ice cream from behind the sofa. Instantly I grinned and took it from his hands.
"I'll bring the spoon" I said and ran towards the kitchen hearing his laughs. I came back with two spoons and he chuckled,
"And where are the bowls?"
"What do you need bowls for? The happiness you get eating from the bucket itself, is not in anything else" I said getting overexcited, and sat indian style on the sofa. Handing him the spoon I grabbed the bucket, but before I could open it, he took it from my hands.
"What?" I asked while he opened the lid and taking a spoonful of ice cream brought it infront of my mouth. I looked at the spoon awkwardly and said,
"I can eat it by myself. See I have my spoon" I said flashing the spoon in front of his face and tried to take the bucket from him, but he shook his head and pushed his hand infront of me, the ice-cream touched my nose in the process.
He burst out laughing at my dropped jaw and I huffed and crossed my arms.
"You look cute when you are angry" he said wiping away my nose and I looked away trying to hide the blush.
"Now come on, open your mouth. Say aah" he said making me chuckle and I awkwardly opened my mouth. He fed me a spoon of ice-cream, then another and another. I motioned him to eat, but he shook his head and said,
"I will eat afterwards. The happiness on your face when you eat icecream is worth the wait." he said smiling lovingly at me and for a moment I was lost in his beautiful smile, as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Hey! Why are you crying?" he asked suddenly looking worried and keeping the bucket on the table shifted closer to me.
"I am sorry" I said looking down as more tears made their way down my eyes.
"Sarah, darling, please dont cry. I cant stand your tears. And why are you saying sorry? Let it be.. Whatever be the reason, you dont need to be sorry" he said holding my hands and I looked up at him with teary eyes.
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