Falling For You Again ( Under Editing)

chapter 10 "diapers and sanitary napkins"

I tilted my head, seeking a fuller view of his face. "Is something wrong, Rihan?" I asked, my voice gentle and sincere, hoping to coax him into sharing the burden that seemed to weigh him down.

Rihan's gaze met mine, and I witnessed his eyes welling up with tears. My heart sank, and concern etched itself on my skin. A flurry of questions swirled in my mind: What was wrong? Was it because I yelled at him earlier? Or had someone said something to hurt him?

I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, attempting to ease the tension. Rihan's face contorted, and he leaned against my chest, his body shuddering as he sobbed. I enveloped him in a warm embrace, my arms wrapping around him as I gently rubbed his back.

"Bolo toh, hua kya hai?" I coaxed, my voice soft and soothing.

Rihan's sobs intensified, his face buried in my chest. "I'm sorry," he choked out, his words muffled. "I didn't know... your date... and those... fucking sanitary napkins." His body shook with each ragged breath, his tears soaking into my skin.

My heart sank as I listened to Rihan's tearful apology. I regretted my earlier outburst, realizing that his intentions were pure. He had only wanted to care for me, and I had repaid him with anger.

Just as I was about to speak, Kavya's firm, loud voice cut me off. "Rona toh usse chahiye, usski futi kismat par jise tum mile" Her words were like a spark to dry leaves, and Rihan's sobs intensified.

I shot Kavya a glare, but she simply shrugged, folding her arms across her chest. Her expression seemed to say, "What? I'm just stating the truth."

Meanwhile, Sidharth was holding back laughter, his phone discreetly capturing our little drama. He would occasionally glance at Kavya, a sly grin spreading across his face. I shook my head, chuckling softly at the absurdity of it all.

I refocused my attention on Rihan, gently continuing to rub his back. "Ssh, ssh, it's okay, it's fine." After a couple of minutes, he calmed down, pulling away from me with wet eyelashes and a puffed-up nose. I couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Rihan attempted to explain himself, but I cut him off with a nod. "I know," I said, locking eyes with him. "I get it." His face broke into a smile, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest.

As we sat there, Rihan suddenly asked, "Tell me, what do you want to eat?" He leaned back, a hopeful glint in his eye. I gave him a perplexed look. "Huh?"

Rihan's enthusiasm was undeterred. "Yeah... I mean, I want to make it for you." His eyes sparkled, and I felt a flutter in my chest.

"You sure?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Rihan nodded vigorously. "More than sure. You haven't eaten anything, right? And I want to feed you." His words were laced with a tender sincerity that left me wondering that if he's caring or just day is wrong.

A low, teasing voice drifted from the other side of the couch. "Feed her what?" Sidharth asked, his words trailing off as Rihan and I turned to give him a disapproving look. Sidharth's eyes sparkled with mirth, and he barely contained his laughter. "I mean, feed her what? Burned food?" He flashed a playful smile.

Rihan shook his head, his attention refocusing on me. "You tell me what you want," he said, his eyes eager.

I knew Rihan's culinary skills were limited, but his insistence was endearing. I opted for a simple dish, anticipating the kitchen chaos that would ensue. "Pasta would be great," I said, searching his face for any signs of discomfort. Finding none, I smiled, intrigued by his determination.

Rihan's confident declaration was cut short by Kavya's call from across the room. "Aaha!" she exclaimed, capturing my attention.

"I'm going upstairs to change," she announced, standing up and walking towards the stairs. However, she paused mid-step, her gaze locking onto mine before shifting to Rihan. Her expression transformed, her eyes flashing with a cold intensity.