You Are My love (Edited)

Chapter 3

Avni

I was at the fence upstairs scanning the area around when my eyes spotted the person I'm waiting for.

Neil walked through the entrance. He wore a dark blue tuxedo, looking irresistible as always. Few girls passed over him drooling. Why won't they? He is looking draper in that business suit, his perfectly fit body carrying the outfit and his demeanor as if nothing big deal wearing a suit in Mall. Thereafter it's no way an usual view to see a man in formal, has come for shopping.

He left his shirt top two button undone, his brawny chest sneaking out of it. Things have arrived much more breath taking for female population around, including me. I felt my heartbeat rate escalated taking in his whole presence.

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Nononono what the hell!!
I shouldn't think of all these for him.
I like him. Okay a lot. But it's nothing serious like falling in love with him. There is no L word between us. Only the thing is I behave differently around him. All the sense organs in my body gets overly sensitive in his presence. Exactly how I'm looking now.

Uuuuhhh god. Please help me not to appear puce all the time around him. Damn it. May Someone save my pristine soul. I bit a giggle praying.

He is my Di's best friend. We know each other since our childhood. I mean four of us, Me Aman Neil and Di. Briefly, we are the most congenial neighbours in our neighborhood.

Khanna Mansion is at just a stone throwing distance from our place.We have grown all together ,we were in same school, same tusion even played in same playground. I have still remembered how Mamma always strived for making me to call him Neil Bhaiya.
Obviously he is 4years elder than me and my didu's classmate as well.They are of same age.

Well, but been a mischevious child I never considered him as my bro.

I mean never in my dreams I would think of having such kind of relationship with him.

Why the hell would I be!!

To be precise I had never found him in that status of a bro-zone. Thank God.

Even I call his Mom the same_ 'Mom'.
Actually we had shifted here when I was in my Mamma's womb.
SwetaMom consider both of us her daughters. Same goes to Neil and Aman they are my Mamma's favourite kids. Most of my childhood I spent playing and fighting with Aman. Whereas Neil and Mom I mean Sweta Mom always took my side scolding Aman whenever he did something mischievous most of the time to irritate me.

I used to call him Tillu, including in school as well. Then soon I had discovered him bullied by his classmates for this teeny tiny term. It had caused my heart ripped looking him in distress so I quit.

Eventuality from that day onwards I stopped my torture over him not calling him by his that weird nick name in public. I started calling him Neil but the fact is sometimes I just love to rule over this word 'Tillu' and end up call him this when I feel like over tormenting him. Or more often secretly somewhere in my heart I seek his attention.

Tillu has always been my best buddy. I could share all my secret with him. And I swear I wouldn't be able to afford loosing this fact in sake of any other circumstances in future if arise.

Yeah being his side all the time is my secret fantasy. He is my secret keeper, my childhood buddy, a responsible son, a dutiful brother and a dream loverboy of every girl.

Yep he is impeccably Perfect in all sense. Like a The Star to me. I can only admire being on the edge my heart lift me. Something that couldn't be touch nor could I bring it in my life.