Falling For You Again ( Under Editing)

RIHAN'S pov-

"so you're telling me, that you didn't confess but somehow did, and she also told you that you were her crush since highschool but also didn't tell you at the same time?" Sidharth exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion yet disbelief, as he threw his hands in the air.

"Yeah" i nodded sheepishly my head wobbling slightly, as I focused on the road ahead, him sitting next to me on the passenger seat, while he look away from the window his eyes fixed outside with a thoughtful expression.

Yeah it's my duty to drive today!

I got up early today or I can say i hadn't slept wink all night, I couldn't help but wonder the old adage was true - 'pyar mai insaan ki nind udd jati hai'. It still feels surreal the fact that the most beautiful girl form our high school days had harbored feelings for an avarage looking stupid guy, who used to throw chalk at her for no reason.

Yesterday was something I've always dreamt of having dinner at home alone with her, having an night walk savouring icecream together, and the pièce de rèsistance moment was the goodnight hug I had given her

But wait what!-

Didn't I cried into her arms, convinced that her cousin was the reason for her avoidance? I was terrified of losing her, and my fear manifested in a dramatic display of tears.

Such an dramatic asshole!

I cringe at the memory, feeling a surge of embarrassment. But, it vanishes as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the recollection of her warm embrace. Her arms wrapped around me tightly, providing a sense of security and comfort I had longed for. Her hug healed a part of me that I thought was irreparably broken. My lips curve into a smile as I relive the moment, my cheeks lifting with joy. But, then it hits me - oh god.

I slam on the brakes, pulling over to the side of the road, my mind reeling with the realization. I cover my mouth with my palm, my eyes wide with wonder, as a shiver runs down my spine.

Sidharth's voice broke through my reverie, laced with concern and panic. "What happened, are you okay?" He twisted himself to face me, his eyes wide with worry. I lowered my hand, my expression a mix of disbelief and surprise. "I remembered the thing I couldn't forget," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Sidharth's brows furrowed, his mouth agape, as he tried to process my words. And then, it spilled out of me like a dam breaking.

"She called me 'my love' yesterday!"

I exclaimed, my voice loud, almost a yell. The memory came flooding back, and I felt a surge of emotions and happiness course through my body. I pictured her arms wrapped around me, her words whispering in my ear as she buried her face in my shoulder. "Absolutely not, my love," she had said, her voice soft and gentle, her embrace warm and comforting. The memory was like a butterfly in my stomach, fluttering its wings and filling me with a sense of wonder.

Sidharth's reaction was far from enthusiastic. He rolled his eyes and slumped into his seat, his hand raking through his hair as he muttered under his breath, "Such a dramatic asshole."

Here, he did it again.

But I couldn't contain my joy, and my smile continued to spread from ear to ear. The memory of her words and embrace still lingered in my mind, filling me with a sense of happiness and wonder.

We rendezvoused outside the airport, and I was struck by her radiant appearance as she emerged from her car. She wore black wide-leg jeans, her hair cascaded down her back with a middle partition, and her black heel boots added a sleek touch to her outfit. A gathered pullover long-sleeved tee showcased her effortless style, and the three diamond earstones in each piercing of her ear and the sunglasses on added a touch of elegance. Her face glowed with a natural beauty, sans makeup, and her smile lit up as she spotted me - the icing on the cake.