Strings of Us

Morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy white curtains, spreading golden warmth across the bedroom. Mehul stirred under the sheets, his hand instinctively reaching for the other side of the bed-only to find it empty.

He sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes, hair messy and cheeks still carrying a hint of sleep's flush.

"Shaurya ji...?"

Just then, the door opened with a soft creak, and in walked Shaurya-with a tray balanced in his hands. Dressed casually in a white T-shirt and grey pyjamas, his hair was a bit tousled, and there was something boyishly handsome about his morning look.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he smiled, walking over to him. "I made breakfast."

Mehul blinked. "Aap... khud banaye?"

Shaurya placed the tray down and nodded. "Haan. Aaj tumhe kuch bhi nahi karna. Sirf mere paas baithna hai, aur breakfast khana hai."

Mehul giggled. "Aap itne sweet kyun ho rahe ho?"

Shaurya leaned in, brushing a soft kiss to Mehul's temple. "Kyuki tum ho mere paas."

Mehul's heart did a little somersault.

On the tray was warm toast, omelette, and a glass of mango milkshake-Mehul's new obsession. They ate together, knees touching under the blanket, chatting softly about nothing and everything.

And once the tray was set aside... silence fell.

Not awkward-just... charged.

Shaurya shifted a little, his eyes falling on Mehul's lips, then back to his eyes. "Mehul..." he whispered.

"Haan...?"

"Tum... tum mere liye bahut special ho."

Mehul didn't answer. His cheeks turned crimson. His breath caught in his throat.

Shaurya leaned in slowly, giving him time to pull away if he wanted. But Mehul didn't move. His eyes fluttered shut, hands clutching the bedsheet.

Their lips met-soft, warm, hesitant.

It wasn't rushed.

It wasn't perfect.

It was real.

Mehul's hands clutched the front of Shaurya's T-shirt tightly as Shaurya deepened the kiss, still gentle but laced with raw emotion. Their breaths mingled, hearts racing in sync.

When they finally pulled away, Mehul's forehead rested against Shaurya's, both of them a little breathless.

"Kya... kya tha ye?" Mehul whispered, touching his lips.

Shaurya cupped his face, thumb stroking his cheek. "Ye... sach tha. Dil se. Tumse."

Mehul gave him the softest smile, his eyes shimmering. "Toh... kya hum...?"

Shaurya nodded before he could finish. "Main tumse pyaar karta hoon, Mehul."

Mehul blinked. "Sach...?"

Shaurya pressed another kiss to his lips. "Bilkul sach."

Mehul laughed softly-nervous, shy, and glowing. "Main bhi..."

Shaurya froze. "Tum bhi?"

Mehul buried his face into Shaurya's chest, whispering, "Main bhi aapse pyaar karta hoon..."

Shaurya exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for days, wrapping his arms tightly around Mehul.

And in that moment, with sunlight warming their skin and hearts bared, nothing else mattered.
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The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Shaurya's bedroom, painting golden patterns across the plush carpet. The room was quiet, save for the occasional hum of distant traffic and the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall. But within that silence, hearts beat loud-fast, nervous, and aching with emotion.

Shaurya stood by the window, dressed in a simple black tee and grey joggers, his arms crossed, his thoughts on Mehul.

The boy had been quiet ever since their confession. Shy smiles, flushed cheeks, and awkward giggles-that's all Shaurya had gotten every time he tried to bring it up again. But tonight... Tonight felt different.

"Shaurya ji ..." came the hesitant, soft voice.

He turned. Mehul stood at the door to their room, dressed in a loose white kurta that reached his knees, the neckline just slightly open. His fingers fidgeted with the hem, and his eyes were lowered.

Shaurya's heart clenched.

"Kya hua, Mehul?" he asked gently, walking over. "Tum theek ho?"

Mehul nodded but didn't speak. He looked up, and there was something in his eyes-uncertainty, longing, and... a hint of fear.

He helped Mehul climb into the bed, pulling the blanket up around him. Then he walked around, slide in from the other side, and lay on his back, unsure if he should make a move.

Mehul shifted closer. Then closer still. Until his head rested softly on Shaurya's chest.

Shaurya's arm curled around him automatically. Warmth.

"Shaurya ji..." Mehul whispered.

"Hmm?"

Mehul tilted his face up, looking into Shaurya's eyes. "Aapko... main sach mein pasand hoon?"

Shaurya smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Mehul, tum sirf pasand nahi ho. Tum mere liye... sab kuch ban gaye ho."

A soft breath escaped Mehul's lips. He reached up slowly and cupped Shaurya's cheek with trembling fingers. "Toh... agar main aaj... aapka sab kuch ban jaun, toh chalega?"

Shaurya's eyes widened. "Mehul... tum samajhte ho na tum kya keh rahe ho?"

Mehul nodded. "Main thoda darrb raha hoon... par main chahta hoon. Main... aapko chahta hoon."
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To be continued...
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