Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the living room. Myra stretched out on the couch, reveling in the rare luxury of a lazy Sunday. She had a day off from the hospital, and Abhishek was around, taking a break from his busy schedule. The perfect opportunity to relax—and maybe even address some of the things they had been avoiding.

Abhishek emerged from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of coffee. “Here you go,” he said, handing one to Myra before settling next to her on the couch.

“Thanks,” she said, taking a sip. “This is really good.”

“I’ve been practicing,” he replied with a grin. “Figured I should get better at making coffee since you love it so much.”

Myra laughed softly. “Good thinking. Definitely appreciated.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the city outside creating a soothing background noise. Myra glanced at Abhishek, her thoughts drifting to the kiss they had shared a few days ago. It was passionate, unexpected, and had left her feeling a whirlwind of emotions.

“Abhay,” she began, her voice hesitant. “What are we?”

He looked at her, his expression serious. “That’s a good question. What do you think we are?”

"We're fr-", she began.

He interrupted, "Say friends, I dare you."

She shrugged, a smile tugging at her lips. “I’m not sure. Best friends who kissed? Idiots in love?”

He chuckled. “I like the sound of that. Idiots in love.”

She bit her lip, considering her next words carefully. “But really, what do you want us to be?”

Abhishek’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Hold that thought,” he said, getting up and disappearing into the kitchen. He returned a moment later, a single flower in hand. He knelt down in front of her, presenting the flower with a flourish. “Can I be your man, madam?” he asked, a dramatic edge to his voice in a very crooked french accent.

Myra burst into laughter, her heart fluttering. “I’ll think about it and tell you,” she teased, taking the flower from him.

Abhishek stood up, feigning shock and placing a hand over his heart. “Think about it? Aise kaise? How could you leave me hanging like that?”

She smirked, enjoying the playful banter. “I’m just keeping you on your toes.”

He narrowed his eyes, stepping closer. “You know what happens to people who leave me hanging?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh? What’s that?”

“They get tickled,” he declared, launching a playful tickle attack.

Myra squealed and tried to wriggle away, but Abhishek was relentless. “Abhay yaar, chata khayega” she gasped between giggles. “ Okay okay,I surrender!”

He stopped, grinning down at her. “So, is that a yes?”

She caught her breath, smiling up at him. “Yes, Mr. Abhishek Sharma. I’d love for you to be my man.”

He pulled her into a hug, holding her close. “Good, because I don’t think I can handle the suspense any longer.”

They sat back down on the couch, Myra leaning into Abhishek’s side. The weight of their conversation had lifted, leaving behind a lightness that felt right. Despite the uncertainty, there was a sense of clarity. They were in this together, and that was what mattered.

“Shubman is going to freak out,” she said, shaking her head.

Abhishek rolled his eyes dramatically. “Woh to pagal hi ho jayega. Oh, you know he’s going to be all protective big brother. But he’ll get over it. Eventually. I hope so.”

“Eventually,” she echoed, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Do we tell him now?”He sighed, wrapping an arm around her.

“I think we need to figure out what this is first. But we can’t hide it forever.”

“Agreed,” she said, snuggling closer.

“One step at a time?”

“One step at a time,” he confirmed, kissing the top of her head.

“Toh Aaj kya karenge?” Myra asked, lifting her head to look at him.

“Well,” Abhishek said, a mischievous glint in his eye, “we could have a cook-off. See who makes the better pancakes.”

“You’re on,” she replied, grinning. “Prepare to lose, mister.”

They moved to the kitchen, falling into an easy rhythm as they cooked together. Laughter filled the space as they teased each other and shared stories. Myra felt a warmth in her chest, a sense of belonging that had grown stronger with Abhishek’s presence.

“Ohh, no cheating!” she exclaimed as Abhishek tried to sneak some extra chocolate chips into his batter.

“All’s fair in love and pancakes,” he retorted, dodging her playful swat.

They plated their pancakes and sat down to eat, continuing their light-hearted banter. Myra couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like these—simple, joyful, and full of love.

As they finished breakfast, Abhishek reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “We’ll figure this out, Myra. Whatever happens, we’ll handle it together.”

She squeezed back, feeling reassured. “Together.”

After breakfast, they settled back on the couch, a movie playing on the TV. Myra leaned against Abhishek, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. The future was uncertain, but for now, they had each other. And that was enough.

“You know,” Abhishek said, breaking the comfortable silence, “you’re pretty good at this whole best friend-girlfriend thing.”

Myra laughed. “And you’re not too bad at the best friend-boyfriend thing either.”

He grinned, pulling her closer. “Good to know. Now, what should we do next?”

“Let’s see...” she mused, tapping her chin. “How about a pillow fight?”

“You’re on,” he said, grabbing a cushion and playfully whacking her with it.

Two idiots in love, figuring things out one step at a time.