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I read the note.
While you were gone, I realized how badly I need you for myself. I
love you so much.
‘I love you so much dear,’ was the sweet reaction of my melting heart. Neil inhaled the scent of her kiss
on that tissue and kissed it. She heard me doing that. I wanted her to hear.
The next moment, someone knocked at my door.
‘Who is it?’ I asked.
‘Bellboy,’ came the reply.
‘Two minutes dear, there is some one at the door,’ I told avni and opened the door.
‘Sir, I have got water for you.’
‘OK.’
He came in with a bottle of Bisleri and an upside-down glass. He kept it beside my bed and, from
the corner of his eyes, he noticed all that was lying on it. Those flowers, that note. Maybe he saw the
kiss too. He smiled to himself for a fraction of a second and then returned to his formal demeanor.
While going back, he noticed a half-filled glass covered with a lid, along with another bottle of
water.
‘Oh you have already got water.’
‘That’s not mine. You can take it away,’ I said.
As I said that, I heard her voice from the cellphone. She was shouting ‘neil! STOP HIM …
Don’t let him touch the glass ….’
‘RUKO!’ I shouted at the boy.
And hearing the intensity of that ‘RUKO,’ he froze, just like a statue. As if, the next moment, he
was about to trip a mine and I saved him. He looked at me curiously. Even I wasn’t sure why she had
asked me to do that.
I told him, ‘I’m all good. You can leave.’
Confused, he left the room.
Closing the door from inside, I asked her why she reacted that way.
‘I want you to discover that yourself,’ she said. She was calm again.
While I was wondering what she meant, she asked me, ‘Aren’t you thirsty?’
‘Maybe,’ I said, removing the lid covering the glass and lifting it.
Then I heard her saying, ‘You can have the water which I left in your room.’
I was about to take a sip when I realized that her sweet surprises were still coming. My heart was
smiling with the delights it was receiving. There were patches of her lipstick on the circumference
of that glass. Having sipped some of this water, she had left the rest for me. What a sweetheart!
‘You are such a darling,’ I slowly sang, enjoying the water, drinking it exactly from the spot where
she had pressed her lips.
Our conversation turned romantic and we kept talking of beautiful things for quite a long time. I
think it was around 2 a.m. when we finally separated. I made her sleep, after which I went and
showered. The last shower I had taken was thirty hours back, in the US.
Later that night, on my bed, surrounded by those beautiful roses, I wrote her a message:
Somehow those 45 days have passed
but this feeling of few hrs to see u again is
killing me. Good night Angel.
Unfortunately, the next morning wasn’t a pleasant one.
Jet lag, change of weather, the weariness after a long journey and my night shower—all brought
me down with a cold. I was sneezing, had a bad headache and an aching throat. In other words, I was
completely screwed up....

This idea came from my own situation...

Neilu i am also stuck in same situation 🤧🤧🤧

Neil :to mere aur avni ke scenes kon likhega...

Me:are i will write 🤧🤧🤧 my adi's birthday is coming and there is a surprise for all...😉

In that unpleasant condition, I was turning left and right, squeezing the bouquets which I had been
embracing in my sleep. It took me a long while to, finally, open my eyes completely.
Then I noticed her SMS—Will be there at 11.
It was quarter to ten in my watch.
Damn! I wanted to reply asking her to come a little later. But I didn’t. Rather, gathering all my
energy, I got ready. I took a warm shower this time. I was slow in everything I was doing. And all that
was running in my mind was: Will I get better by the time she comes here?
By eleven, I was through with my breakfast and she called me up to say that she was going to be
late. She would be at my place in the next half an hour.
‘OK,’ I said. I kept the call short because I didn’t want her to notice my condition. I was still
sneezing and coughing. And someone seemed to be beating a giant drum inside my skull. The
headache was killing me. I rarely get headaches, but that was one rare day. Just my luck!
For the next half an hour, weird things were running through my brain.
‘Damn! Did I have to come down with a cold today, of all days?’ With my running nose and a
heavy, choked voice, my desire to kiss her again after forty-five days got crushed.
Bechara neil now you have to keep distance from avni ...
U know social distancingggggg😏

I had been waiting
for such a long time and the next day I was to fly back to Mumbai. Moreover, I was not sure
when I would see her next.
‘What if I still kiss her?’ I was still talking to myself. That one wish was debating with the germs
of cold in me. But then, in the evening, I had to be at her place. What if her family noticed her
sneezing and coughing, just like me? Would they figure out how I transferred my virus to their
daughter? (Yes, I know, at times I think too much.)😂😂😂😂

I was literally laughing while writting.
But she reached the hotel and gave me a missed call, interrupting my weird thoughts. I rushed out
of my room to receive her. And, at last, after these long one and a half months of being apart, we
were standing in front of each other.
She was wearing a nice white top, blue denim (a perfect fit), a light shade of glossy lipstick and
small earrings. Her hair was untied, the breeze scattering it across her face.
My beautiful was in front of me—her sneezing handsome.😂
Her blushes and smiles revealed how delighted she was to see me. She smiled and her eyes
revealed her satisfaction of being with me again. And within me I was all happy, excited and nervous.
‘Hi,’ I said, giving her a small (or maybe the smallest) hug. I did that with the fear of others
noticing, though there was no one outside. There was a little hesitation in the initial moments. It
happens, you know … And with that’Hi,’ she realized my condition immediately.
‘Cold hua hai tumhe?’ she asked, raising her eyebrows.
‘Nah … It’s just a little thing,’ I answered as if I was fine.
‘But …’ And she kept looking at me, trying to help me. ‘You want to take some medicine?’
‘No … no. It’s okay, dear. I will be all right … Just because of the climate change. But I will be
fine soon. Now shall we move in or are we going to stand here for the rest of the day?’ I said.
The worry on her face turned into a little smile. (A fake one—she was still worried.)
We went to my room. She said I should have some tea in order to help my cold, so I ordered a cup
of it for myself and a soft drink for her.
Her physical presence in front of me after such a long time was making me conscious. I don’t know
why, at times, I get into that mode. And in these blank conditions I always need some time to get into
a
comfort zone. But the feeling inside me was good. To see her, to sit beside her, touch her again ….
But, all this without inhaling her fragrance. (Blocked noses can’t smell.) But that short tea-time (my
teatime and her soft-drink time) helped me feel better, physically, allowing me time to become
comfortable in her company.

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