12|Bangle love

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HER POV

I slowly got up and looked around, I felt someone behind me but before I could say or do something I felt a palm against my mouth and I lay back on the bed with fear.

The only thing that came into my sight was his face. He was so close to me that no one ever has been. The room was dark, the only light coming in was the moonlight from the window, and I could see his eyes peeking in only an inch away from me.

"Please do not scream, it's me," he whispered very slowly.

And I nodded looking into his eyes. He didn't know I was so glad it was him, an unexpected fear ran within my body wondering who could be that came into my room so late at night.

He slowly removed his palm and sat on the bed beside me. I quickly sat up against him and looked at him angrily.

"Ab fursat mili hai aapko ghar aane ki?" I said.

(Now you have got time to coome home?)

"Ji... wo thoda kaam-" I cut him off.

(Actually.... There was some work-)

"Thoda kaam? Saara din aur saari raat kaam hi to kiya hai aapne aaj. Apko farak nahi padta ki koi aapka intezar kar raha hoga?" I burst out my anger in him and furiously looked away.

(Some work? You have been working all day and all night today. You do not care if someone is waiting for you?)

"Aap naraz hai humse?" He asked.

(Are you mad at me?)

"Ji nahi, hum kyu naraz honge?" I said and crossed my arms against my chest.

(Of course not, why would I be mad at you?)

I felt him touching my chin softly and making me look at him. He looked calm, his eyes were grinning and his lips had a small smile playing on them.

"Kyunki aap hamara intezar kar rahi thi, aur hum majbooran nahi aa paaye," he said looking at my eyes.

(Because you were waiting for me, and I could not come due to some important restrictions.)

"Aisi bhi kya majboori thi aapki, ki khane ka bhi samay nahi mila?" I asked.

(What was important that you did not even have time to eat?)

I was angry and very angry at him for not coming back home. I made him two sweet dishes and he did not show up for even one. I waited and waited and slept tiredly thinking about him.

"There's a lot to handle before the meeting, only then the budget will be passed by the ministers." He said removing his fingers from my cheek.

And a reflection occurred to me. He is working thanklessly here without any complaints, handling so much work and pressure and also skipping his meals. And here I was getting angry at him, for not showing up on time for me. Why am I always punishing him for things he doesn't deserve? I mentally cursed myself.

"Rukiye hum aapke liye khaana laate hai," I said and tried to get down.

(Wait I'll get you food)

But he stopped me by holding my arm.

"Uski zarurat nahi hai, humne khana kha liya hai," he said.

(No need I have already had food)

"Sach mein? Kya khaya?" I asked.

(Really? What did you eat?)

"Aapke haath se banai hui kheer," he said, giving me his teasing smile.

(Kheer, made by your hands)

Why is he smiling like that? How does he know I prepared kheer for him?

"Hamare liye banaya aapne?" He asked and I felt utterly stupid to nod at him without giving it a thought.

I zipped my lips immediately and shut my eyes.

But before he could say or ask anything I spoke, not giving him any chance at all.

"Yahan kyun aaye aap?" I asked, raising my chin.

(Why did you come here?)

He smiled and answered.

"I didn't mean to wake you up," he said.

"Then what did you want to do while I was asleep?" I asked.

"What??" he said, enlarging his eyes and thinning his brows.

"Yes, if you came here while I slept and didn't mean to wake me up, what were you planning to do while I was sleeping?" I asked knitting my brows and crossing my arms against my chest.

He thought about my question for a few seconds and brushed his hair, looking away. And then got up to reach the dressing table. I got curious about his acts now so I got down and walked up to him with slow steps.

I saw him picking up a box from the table, but I don't remember keeping it there. He opened and I stepped up near to him. I stared with wide eyes, my mouth falling open in surprise when I saw him opening the box.

It had those red shiny bangles that I had seen in the market earlier. How did he know about them?

He took those bangles in his hand and turned to me. I looked at him unsure of what he was trying to conduct. He stepped closer to me, held my wrist and brought it close to his chest.

I could only look at him surprisingly when he started to make me wear them, very carefully. They were a handful of bangles.

"Hume achhi lagti hai, aapke haathon mein choodiyan," he said after filling my hand.

(I like it when your hands are full of bangles)

"ye....yeh aap ha...hamare liye laye?" I asked, getting confused.

(you got the...these for m...me?)

"Aapki narazgi ka tohfa," he said and took a step closer to me.

(Gift for madness)

And I immediately took one behind.

"Jaise aapne hamare liye kheer banayi," he said and walked another step.

(Like you made kheer for me)

"H...hum na...naaraz nahi the," I said and walked a step backwards.

(I...I was not m...mad)

He chuckled very lightly and answered.

"Woh to gusse me aapki laal naak bata rahi thi," he said walking further and I immediately touched my nose nervously, going back.

(The redness of your nose while you were mad at me was screaming it aloud)

"Ji nahi... aisa kuch bhi nahi hai," I said.

(No... There is nothing like that)

He didn't stop though. He kept walking up to me with slow steps, and suddenly his expression changed. He looked intensely into my eyes, and I looked at him, not able to understand what was happening to him all of a sudden, to me and anything between us.

"Aap humse door kyun jaa rahi hai?" He asked in a low deep voice.

(Why are you walking away from me?)

"Aap hamare paas kyun aa rahe hai?" I asked nervously looking at him.

(Why are you coming close to me?)

And before I could take any step back he stopped and pulled me by my waist to himself.

I took a loud gasp when he pulled me to him and our chests collided with each other and bangles made a clanking sound. My hands held his shoulders in urgency while he snaked my lower back keeping me closer.

I looked at him shockingly and he leaned to my ears and I could feel his breath on my ears. I clutched onto his t-shirt and tried hard to open my eyes.

"Aap nahi chahti hum aapke paas aaye? Acha nahi lagta aapko?" He asked and I couldn't take it when his lips slightly touched my earlobe a couple of times.

(You don't want me to come closer to you? You do not like it?)

"Hu...humne ai..aisa to n..nahi kaha," I said, barely able to frame a sentence when he had me in his embrace.

(I...I did not say li...like that)

"To kya chahti hai aap? Kyu hamare paas aane se ghabra jaati hai aur hamare door jane se bechain hoti hai? Hum aap se janana chahte hai ki aap kya chahti hai humse?" He whispered pulling me closer as if it was possible.

(Then what do you want? Why do you get nervous when I'm close to you and why do you feel restless when I'm away? I want to know from you what you want from me?)

He wanted answers from me and I was getting confused more and more. His words, his touch and this proximity were killing me right now. He was right, his closeness gets me nervous and the distance between us bothers me more and more, but I failed to understand why so.

A meaningless thought started to ping in my head at this moment and looking into his eyes which were only a couple of inches away from me. I started to waver over that thought. But without even asking him, his eyes were telling me the answer to it, truthfully.

Do I like him? Does he like me? But how did that even happen to us?

My palm started to slip down from his shoulders because I could hold my emotions as tight as I thought they were. Suddenly my palm came close to his heart and my eyes diverted to look at it.

It was beating like a wild horse. I placed my palm right over his chest and felt it beating heavily. It was almost audible to me. My heart started racing hearing his.

"Aapka dil itna tez kyu dhadak raha hai?" I asked in a low voice.

(Why is your heart beating so fast?)

"Aapke liye," he said over my lips.

(For you)

"Ji?" I was bewildered.

(What?)

I now felt nervous about whatever was happening between us. His stare was holding me with strong and intense emotions. I was falling into his eyes. And maybe I was falling for him. But how did that even start to happen? And the bigger question was, was it right for us to feel so?

"Aapko hamare itna kareeb nahi aana chahiye," I whispered and he tightened his hold over my waist.

(You should not come so close to me)

I let out an inaudible gasp blinking nervously.

"Kyu?" he asked, not leaving his stare even for a second.

(Why?)

"Aap hamari behan ke devar lagte hai" I said trying to make some valid point.

(You are my sister's brother-in-law)

"Aur aapke kya lagte hai?" he asked.

(And what am I to you?)

And then his eyes followed the path leading from my eyes to my lips and got stuck there. Unknowingly, with low confidence, my eyes looked at his lips, and my chest started to go up and down.

How should I answer that? I do not know what he is to me and what I am to him.

"Sunaina I'm feeling things I've never felt before," his deep low voice and my name on his tongue both swept me off my feet.

But how was it possible that I could relate to his words? Was he speaking his mind or reading mine?

"Par aisa?" I asked.

(But why?)

He held my chin and made me look into his eyes.

"Kya hum bhi aapko pasand aane lage hai?" He asked and I blinked often hearing him.

(Have you started to like me too?)

Our moment was getting more passionate each second. We started feeling a pull towards each other. I could feel his heavy breaths over my lips and he could feel shaky breaths over his lips. Slowly he leaned further to my lips looking at them and I got nervous with our closeness. I clutched his t-shirt and found it hard to open my eyes.

He was making me feel a thousand butterflies right now. Was this right whatever was happening between us? I wondered what I was doing and allowing him to do, was all of this good? Have I really started to like him?

And I knew the answer to my question.

"Nahi," I said and he stopped right before my lips.

(No)

Any movement between us and I might end up doing something terrible for the first time. I haven't been this close to anyone all my life. This closeness between us was affecting me. But for some unknown reasons, I was liking it.

He bit his lower lip slightly and pulled back slowly looking into my eyes. He was shocked after hearing me. His eyes were telling me how sad he was to listen to what I said. His expressions were telling me that he could not believe my words. Did he already know my answer?

Slowly he straightened himself and I pushed my hair behind my ears because I could not hold his stare out of anxiety and fear.

"Aapko jana chahiye, raat bahut ho gayi hai," I said looking at her and there.

(You should leave now, its getting late at night)

He removed his hands away from me and took a step back. But why wasn't he saying anything? He must have felt something. Good or bad! But he was silent. He let out an audible gasp and facepalmed.

Oh god, I was getting tense. An uneasy feeling lingered in my heart now. What was he thinking? I now felt bad for lying to him. But what would have I done in this situation when I did not have the strength to agree to his words? Also, he was making me feel shy every second.

Suddenly I heard him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized with a heavy heart and hearing him water came into my eyes.

I immediately lowered my head so that he wouldn't see them. I felt him leaving me there, alone. But why was I sad when I asked him to leave? Tears ran down my cheeks and I turned to look at him but he was gone. And in no time I started crying hysterically.

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