Posted: April 29th, 2019

♕Annie ♕

2.31 Turning Point

Aarav freaking Raizada.

I am going to kill him today!

Why could he not be on time the one time I need him to be on time? For the last twenty minutes, I have been waiting at this bar in Boston for him and now am stuck listening to this random dude try and flirt with me. God, it is so pathetic. Can he not tell I am not interested? I almost feel sorry for him.

Anyway, back to Aarav... I am here to shoot for this short film that starts tomorrow. Aarav is also currently here for his business school at Harvard and so we'd planned on meeting up tonight before I would get busy.

To be honest, I am slightly nervous as this would be the first time I am going to see him since the night of his birthday a few months ago when I confessed my feelings to him. I am worried it will be awkward. And awkward... that is one thing we have never been. I am going to hate myself if this turns into something awkward because of me.

Why couldn't I just stop my feelings from growing?

Things would be so much simpler then.

Though, a fact that we kept in touch with messages now and again and it hadn't felt awkward there, I was hoping it would be the same face to face. So far, in messages, he had kept to his promise and never brought up that night. Somewhere, I held conflicted feelings. I was relieved he didn't bring it up but at the same time, it hurt thinking he didn't care enough to want to talk about it.

Then, I would tell myself to stop being silly. This is Aarav. He does love me. It might not be romantically like my feelings, but he does adore me and take me as his best friend. And, this is the guy who keeps his promises. He'd do anything for them. Heck, he was binding his entire life already for a promise he made to Jhanvi's parents when he was 7. If he could keep that, I knew from the bottom of my heart that he would respect my wish as well.

I blink out of my thoughts when I feel a hand on my back. I turn my head in the direction of the shadow, ready to scold the person, but freeze on seeing Aarav. His eyes are locked with the man sitting across from me who had been continuing his attempts to talk to me. Very casually, he speaks to the stranger, "Hey man, thanks for keeping my Angel company. But I'm here now."

The stranger, I think his name is Carl, looks between the two of us. My focus is entirely on Aarav though and his hand on my back. The heat radiating through my thin top.

Did he just say, 'my angel'?

I blink, telling myself that was just said with the intention of getting the guy to leave giving him the impression that we were together.

His head turns to me, and I swear it is in such a slow motion. As his eyes gaze into mine, I catch that familiar spark he gets around people he chooses to spend his time with and that rare smile on his lips. Sometimes, I think he keeps that just for me.

"Hi," he greets leaning in to kiss my cheek as he has done so often times in greetings after long months in between. He whispers by my ear, "Now we're even." And I instantly catch on. One of the social gathering during last Christmas holidays, I may have rescued him from a female really trying too hard to get his attention.

Oh, his voice over my ears sends goosebumps down my spine. The act should be forbidden. He has no idea how attractive his voice is, or even how it affects my heart on having him so close yet so far away.

He never pays attention to these little things the way I do. The things he says. The way he behaves around me. It's natural for him. It's comfortable. And while there is that sense for me as well, simply the fact that I love him makes a difference - clenches and unclenches my heart.

Pulling back, he speaks in a normal voice, "I'm so sorry for being late."

Carl, I really hope that is his name, scoffs and walks away.

I ask since he didn't give a reason on his own as he normally would, "It's fine. Everything okay?"

He lowers his gaze, almost blushing, while scratching the back of his head and taking a seat beside me. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. I just went home really quickly to change."

My gaze shifts to his outfit but nothing stands out. It's simply a pair of jeans and a shirt. It's casual enough for a club. I tease, "Don't tell me you were in a button-up again."

He holds his hand up to get the bartenders attention while answering, "Well, I was thinking of convincing you to go for proper dinner so we could catch up, but then I know how much you love the club scene so..."

I simply take in the adjustment he is making for me. I am well aware that he does not much prefer clubs. He prefers quiet places. He prefers conversations, meaningful exchange of words over having to yell at each other to be heard over the club noise - he would never call it music. For him, music is meant to be soft and played at a normal sound. He prefers listening to everything going on in my life over being in the middle of crowd and dancing till feet hurts.

Because then, I complain too much that my feet hurt. Not for long though because when he'll be around, he would give me a foot massage without me having to ask for it. He'll say it is just to get me to stop complaining but I know him better than that. He'll do it because he cares and can't see me in pain - even if that pain is short sighted and superficial.

Even though I would prefer a night of endless dancing, I find myself standing up. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I move closer so he can hear me over the beats of the chartbusters DJ is playing. "Let's get out of here."

I was worried over things being awkward, but hell. Right now, I feel compelled to want to tell him everything I have been doing these past months. I want to share things with him as we always do when we meet. The part of playing catch up in this friendship of ours is something I find myself craving for. I may run from heart to hearts with everyone else, but when in front of Aarav, I want to tell him the littlest bit of insignificant detail. It's like my heart knows - no matter how small or insignificant and meaningless, he'll still listen with utmost interest.

And he won't just listen. He'll make comments now and again. He'll tease something and pull my leg. Other times, he'll slightly admonish me for my silly actions in whatever story I am telling him.

Either way, he'll always take away the burden off my chest. With him, I don't have to pretend to be someone I am not. I don't have to be afraid of being judged. I don't have to pretend to be smarter to feel worthy of matching his level.

No. None of that. He accepts me as I am and that is one of the many things I love about him. He never makes me feel that he is the heir of the biggest fashion house in India and has everything going for him while I am a wanderer. An orphan who travels the world now after a quick degree in arts. Probably the lowest level. Entirely honest, I did not even complete my degree to get even an associate. I only took a few courses for one year in college related to photography and art.

Our lives couldn't be more different and yet, whenever we are together, it feels as if none of it matters. It is just him and just me. Two people who share each other's pains and laughter's. Two people who understand a deep connection to all that is wrong with this world... with human beings hurting other human beings.

The second we step out of the club, I spot his car and Vikas nearby. I start to approach it when his hand slips into mine and I pause to turn back to him with narrowed brows in a questioning manner. He takes a step towards me to close the distance before his arms wrap around my tiny frame and pulling me to his chest.

I respond to his hug, ofcourse, but it does take me by surprise.

He exhales, shoulders dropping as if releasing all the tension from his body and returning to being carefree around me. "I missed you."

I swallow as the realization dawns. He too was worried things between us would change and neither did he want that either. I inhale through my stomach, a sense of awareness sipping into my soul to the very core as I tilt my head back.

All I have to do is smile up at him to convey I received his message.

He didn't need to say anything more.

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I am on edge since the second we arrive in Jaipur.

Anjali instructs everyone as we walk inside the palace, "We don't have a lot of time before guests start arriving. So, everyone, get ready quickly."

Mumbling different forms of agreements, everyone walks in different directions towards where their rooms were earlier. Jhanvi walks up to me, "C'mon, I have your dress. I'll help you get ready."

I nod, and Aarav blinks at me to go ahead, taking my bag with him towards his room. I understand that I would have to wait till after the evening celebrations to peacefully read the file he has on my parents safely stored in his personal laptop.

I have waited all these years. Pushed it back on purpose , actually. I can wait a few more hours.

On the way to Jhanvi's room, my eyes catch a familiar face. I smile at Aarush but he does not catch it for his eyes are glued on Jhanvi. When I open my mouth to call attention to him, he abruptly turns and walks away.

Okay... that was weird - even for him.

While Jhanvi is taking the dress out of her cupboard, I crawl on the bed towards Inaaya, caressing her cheek. "Hi baby. How's my little princess doing, hmm?" She makes a fuss, taking a go at my hair to try and grab them in her fist.

For a moment, I lose myself in playing with her, making sounds while a permanent grin stays on my face. What they say is true. These little balls of innocence can take away all the burden off one's chest. It takes away all the exhaustion and worries.

As Jhanvi helps me get ready, I ask. "So, spill. What's going on with you and Aarush?"

From keeping a keen eye on her, I notice a subtle change in her expression even as she tries to brush away the topic, "I don' know what you mean. Hold this?"

I hold the plaits, "You know exactly what I mean, Jhanvi. Don't be coy. I saw the way he was looking at you earlier."

That is when I have her attention. "When?"

My brows pull together in confusion, "Haven't you seen him?"

Jhanvi replies with a disappointed frown, "No. He's hiding from me."

"Why?" Eva speaks up from where she was seated at the dresser with the hair stylist working on her hair.

Jhanvi pauses from pinning my plaits to turn to her, "Can you believe your friend? First he kisses me and then behaves as if I have wronged him."

Eva and I both freeze - but probably not because of why Jhanvi might think. It's not surprising that they kissed. It's worrying that he kissed her first. Eva starts to stand up, "I have to go."

Jhanvi blocks her path while the hair stylist stands there confused, "What? You cant go anywhere! We have to get you downstairs in just a few minutes and your make-up is still remaining."

"You don't understand, Jhanvi. I need to see Aarush." She tries to leave but I stop her this time.

"I'll go find him, okay? You focus on your wedding ceremonies."

"But..."

I look at her with assurance, "I got this," while indirectly passing on the message that I knew why she is concerned for her friend. Now, ofcourse, I don't claim to know the entire story the way I imagine Eva knows, but from past interactions with Aarush, I do know that the girl he loved passed away, but he still loves her. That much was enough for me to understand why Eva is worried.

She senses the message and her shoulders drop as she nods. "Okay. Thanks, Annie."

I blink at her and leave, least caring that my plaits aren't pinned. They can fall loose from my shoulder. I'm sure it's one way to wear a dupatta having seen the Raizada ladies wear them in previous functions over the years.

As I leave, I faintly hear Jhanvi asking, "Will someone tell me what's going on?"

Not sure if Eva answers, but even if she wants to, I doubt she has a simple answer.

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I look around hoping to spot Aarush and even ask a few passing by workers but none of them seem to have any clue on who I am talking about. That's weird. Haven't they seen him around the last couple of days to know who Aarush is?

Eventually, I stop in front of one of the cameras. Despite feeling silly about doing this, I speak to it, "Okay, I'm sure you can see me looking for you. Just come out from wherever you are hiding and save me the misery."

If someone is watching this feed other than Aarush, they are sure to think I am a weirdo and that I've lost my marbles. But, things you gotta do to talk to this guy! If I didn't take him to be a friend after the last few times he's helped me out...!

Exhaling, I resume walking down the corridor of the second floor in right wing. Thankfully, he takes pity on me and just as I am about to turn a corner, I hear a throat clearing behind me. I turn to face him in relief.

He mocks, pretending as if nothing is the matter, "Talking to a camera, really? How desperately do you need my help this time?"

Rolling my eyes, I start to cross the distance between us. "For your information, I am here offering my help to you."

He crosses his arms over this chest, "I don't recall being in trouble. That's your department."

I bob my head to the side as I request, "Okay, can we drop this act now and get serious?"

"I am always serious."

I exhale. Why did I think it would be easy to get through to him? "Aarush, please. I know and so does Eva." His shoulders visibly stiffen in my brief pause before I continue, "She was coming to find you herself but I told her she didn't have to worry. So, will you just talk to me?"

He looks away from my gaze as he lies, "There is nothing to talk about."

"If it were true, you'd say that looking into my eyes, Aarush. For someone in army intelligence, you suck at lying."

He mumbles under his breath, "Been doing it for years," but I don't hear it as much as I wish I did.

I ask for clarification, "Sorry, what?"

He finds my eyes this time as he speaks, "Nothing. Look, tell Eva she doesn't have to worry, alright? Because nothing happened."

I shake my head in disappointment, not even attempting to hide it from him. He needs to know his actions are wrong. For a guy who is older than all 3 of us - Aarav, Jhanvi, and me - he isn't handling this maturely at all. I can't claim to be the epitome of maturity either. No. I have pulled my fair share of immaturity the past couple of months. But if anything, he can learn from that right? The way he once asked me to learn from his experiences.

"If that is what you are going to stick to and have the guts to, tell it to Eva yourself because I am not going to be the one who lies to her." I say, calling him out on his lie hoping he'll cave and speak the truth.

I turn to leave, not waiting for a response as I am sure he has nothing justifiable. But then, I rethink my decision. This is something he needs to know if he hasn't come to the conclusion on his own. If there is something he can learn from me, this should be it. So, I face him again and step towards him. "Maybe I have no right saying this to you and I may even sound a hypocrite, but you know what? I'll say it still. My story is only a little different than yours. I couldn't move on from Aarav because there wasn't anyone else and I didn't want to. You, on the other hand, are choosing not to move on because you don't want to even though there could be someone else."

He opens his mouth to argue but I do not give him leeway. His arguments are not going to be honest either way.

"I let myself be miserable the past couple months trying to chase down that something I thought was missing in my life. You are setting off on this miserable path not because you are trying to chase something, but because you are trying to hold on to something."

"You don't know what you are talking about." He says looking away.

I don't let him tell me that. because I don't need to know his story to understand the dilemma he is so clearly in. "You need to let go, Aarush. Letting go means you have the strength in you to care for someone else even while always keeping your love for her in your heart and memories."

I tell him talking about his lost love. He may think that because I am much younger than him, I may not know about love and its pains the way he does and has gone through. But that is where he is wrong. I may not have lost Aarav the way he has lost his love, but I do know what it feels like to love someone and believing that the two of you have no future together.

He crosses his arms over his chest, refusing to let my words affect him and change his mind. Seeing his stubbornness, I shake my head. "You control what happens next, Aarush. Just remember, here on out, you aren't just responsible for your own miserable state but hers as well."

Up till now, he had a free pass but not after he kissed Jhanvi.

"See you around," I turn to leave and even as I take a few steps away, I hope he will break his silence. I want to be the friend that he has been to me. I want to be able to help him. But, my wanting isn't enough. He too has to want my help.

"Do you know what I hate?"

I still, hearing his voice. Finally.

I don't know what pushed him to speak, but I am not about to question it either. I am just relieved that he is.

Facing him once again, I silently encourage him to go on.

"I hate that in order to remember her, I need to close my eyes and concentrate... when before, I could feel her presence even with my eyes open. Am I... Am I forgetting her?"

The strings of my heart are tugged on hearing this. On hearing just what guilt he is putting himself through. "Oh, Aarush." I whisper walking back towards him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

Not expecting me to hug him, he stiffens for a second but quickly recovers and places a light hand on my back.

I pull back to assure him, "No, Aarush. It doesn't mean that you are forgetting her. The way I still see your love for her reflecting in your eyes, I don't believe you could ever forget her."

He explains his confusion, "Then how could I feel something for Jhanvi? It's not right."

"Aarush, loving someone isn't about right and wrong. It just is. No one expects or would want you to forget your past. Your past makes you who you are. Everything in your life so far has shaped you to be the person you are today. But I do think you need to stop living in your past. Your past will always stay with you and so will your love for her. But taking that, you do need to accept where your present is."

He shakes his head, looking so vulnerable. "I... I don't know if I can do that. There's only ever been her. I've never imagined anyone else as..."

"But now you are. Does that not tell you something?"

"You don't get it, Annie. There is darkness inside of me and you think you understand because you may have seen it in Aarav, but you don't. He's alive, but I... I'm not. Not really. I might as well have died that night with her. His darkness is nothing compared to mines. There is just so much baggage that I can't bring in Jhanvi's life. She deserves better."

Not wanting him to pity himself, I end up swatting his shoulder. He looks up at me in shock and I explain, "What? You are being ridiculous. Come on, who doesn't have baggage? We're all broken one way or the other. We can't just use that excuse to withdraw from everything life is offering us. Now I tried explaining things to you politely but seeing how it doesn't seem to be getting us any headway, I'm saying this as bluntly as I can. Stop making an issue out of this. You're a grown ass man. So is she - a woman, I mean."

Despite my ongoing lecture, he finds it in him to break a smile.

Rolling my eyes, I continue, "God, why can't you men let us judge what we deserve and what we don't? You've both got shit to work through. Do that and that stop running from your feelings."

He exhales, "Okay, fine, I hear you, but... there are things I need to do before I can dive into that. I don't expect Jhanvi to understand... or even wait for me or..."

I put my hand to stop him, "Why are you telling me this? Dude, you need to tell her. Let her decide. You can't just decide on your own and call it a day. And are you blind? Don't you see that she likes you too? Ofcourse she'll wait. She isn't going anywhere. And what do you mean she won't be understanding? Might I remind you of what she's done for Aarav and me? I don't think you can find a more understanding person than her."

He mumbles under his breath, "After what I am about to do, I really hope she'll be understanding."

"What are you talking about?" I question not catching the context.

He shakes his head as if realizing he spoke aloud without meaning to, "Nothing. Uh... thank you, I guess?"

I raise a brow in amusement, "I guess? Dude, I just gave some of my best advice ever. I'll beat you up if you say it wasn't helpful."

He mimics my actions as he points out, "It is physically impossible for you to beat me up."

Huffing, I comment even though I would never resort to it in reality, "I'll get that stalker of mines to do it for me then."

He replies in a blank tone making it tough for me to decide if he is serious of joking, "Okay, then I may have to break a sweat against him."

I still do not understand what about Dmitri had Aarush recognize him. Or why Aarush thinks there may be a slight chance of Dmitri getting the upper hand on him. After all, Aarush is a trained army captain. Sure, Dmitri has the build and he may know how to wrestle or something, but it can't compare to Aarush's training, yes?

"What?"

He redirects that conversation, "Never mind. Is he still bothering you?"

"Go figure," I reply to convey it is starting to get on my nerves.

"Why don't you just listen to what he has to say?"

I simply give him a rhetorical look. That question does not deserve a verbal response.

He must understand that too as he says, "Okay, I get it. You may not want to know about the father who abandoned you, but isn't it also the easiest way to get rid of him? Otherwise, believe me, he is not going to stop following you around."

I challenge, "Wanna bet? I'm sure Aarav is thinking of a way as we speak."

"You told him," he concludes, and I nod. "Well, sorry to break it to you, but even Aarav can't do anything in this matter. Dmitri is not leaving and if you want my opinion, I think it'll be better for you if he stays."

"Excuse me?" I question taking offense to that. "Here I am giving you good advice and this is how you return the favor?"

He calmly replies - least bothered by my reaction, "Annie, you can get mad at me for saying it and you might not understand now, but you'll see that I am looking out for you. And, I am not going to be the one to sugarcoat things for you. Your life is at a turning point. You have no idea just what is lying ahead. So, if I were you, I'd want that guy in my corner."

I stubbornly speak otherwise, "I've got all the guys I could ever need already in my corner. So, thanks, but no thanks."

He nods not arguing further, "Well then, your choice. Just... know that I won't be able to help when that time comes even if I want to."

"I don't remember asking."

"You will."

I narrow my eyes in response. What the hell kind of conversation are we having? We were talking about him and Jhanvi and what has it led to?

Before I can question anything, he adds after a pause, "I don't know when we'll see each other again. So, take care."

I feel weird as he places a hand over my head as if I were a little child. Yes, I am aware of the age difference, but still.

He walks away, turning a corner. Standing in the hallway all alone, I whisper aloud trying to process, "Okay, then."

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When the wedding ceremony is about to begin, I start walking towards the mandap, only for Aarav to appear out of nowhere. Wrapping his fingers around my wrist, he tugs me away in the opposite direction of where the crowd is heading.

I scold, "Aarav! What are you doing? The wedding is about to start!"

He dismisses my concern, "Shh, chill. This is an Indian wedding. Nothing happens on the set time. "

I make a very legitimate point, "But you lot are Raizada's. You make sure to do things on time."

"Exactly, which is why I have to do this on time."

My brows pull together as he pulls me around the corner where it is quieter, "You're contradicting yourself right now, honey."

He looks right and left, decides it's a good place, and stops walking. Then, he turns so that I find myself leaning back against the wall with him standing in front of me. Tilting my head to meet his gaze, I arch my brow and instantly suspect his intentions.

For a second, he only looks at me. Or, if I am to be honest, his actions would be labeled 'checking me out'. His eyes do follow up and down while one hand settles on my waist, "You should wear Indian more often."

I roll my eyes at his attempt of a compliment. "Come on, Junior. You can do better. Haven't you learned anything from Senior?"

He takes a small step towards me, lowering his voice, "You judge me too quickly."

"Oh? Okay, go ahead." I say biting the inside of my cheek, waiting to see what genuine compliment he can come up with.

I do catch his eye flickering between my eyes and lips. This is a new feeling. Before, I would never catch him looking at my lips. Before, his actions would always be controlled. And seeing such change in him assures me time and again that this between us is a thing now.

Seeing his state, I can't help but let that small chuckle escape my lips.

Shaking his head, he lifts my hand with his free hand and places it over his eyes as if covering his eyes would help him focus. "Aarav, come on. You can tell me later how sexy I look. I don't want to miss any part of the wedding."

Exhaling, he slides my hand down his face till my palm covers his mouth. He pecks the inside of my palm, causing my insides to flip over and butterflies to erupt everywhere. He opens his eyes and when he speaks, his voice is huskier, "Oh trust me." he takes another step towards me leaving only a breadth of space between our hips, "I don't want you to miss a thing either, so you'll know what's expected when it's our turn."

Any other girl might get overwhelmed hearing this especially given the fact that we have only turned our friendship into a relationship no more than a week ago. Bringing up the topic of marriage may seem too soon when thinking from a normal perspective. But, nothing between us has been normal. If anything, I have always known the person Aarav is. The one to settle down and build a family. He cherishes that. And when the guy is like Aarav, why would any girl freak out? Even if that girl happens to be a nomad like me.

In all meaning, this is home.

I point a finger at him in my no-negotiating tone, "You better warn your mothers though."

"About what?"

"To not pressure me into giving them grandchildren. You did that to them - for siblings, I mean - but they better not take their revenge on me."

He chuckles, probably taking me lightly.

I add seriously, "I will marry you whenever you ask but I swear, children are not happening for years to come. Tell them to dote on Inaaya till then."

Shaking his head with that grin plastered on his face, he leans forward to kiss my forehead. "Whatever you say, Angel."

I frown, however. "What did I tell you about forehead kisses?"

His pupils dilate but I don't catch it properly since he moves his head sideways to speak by my ear, our cheeks brushing past each other, "I would give anything to kiss you senseless, but I don't think this palace's princess would approve of us making her life more difficult."

I sigh at the valid point. People here already have small-minded thinking. They would probably make a huge deal out of out current proximity itself. So, if anyone caught us kissing? Let's not even go there. "This place is bad for our romance."

Leaning away so he can see my face again, he replies with a sober smile, "Don't worry. Dad and Khushi thought their romance was doomed. See where they are now."

"If you're saying I will have to wait for years before you'll kiss me..." I start saying to point out I would not be able to tolerate that torture.

"You already have."

I swat his chest, "Doesn't mean I should have to wait anymore."

"Okay, okay. Enough distraction." He says trying to pull back but I refuse to let him. He raises his brow, "What?"

"Kiss me."

"Are you crazy? We just agreed it would not go down well for Jhanvi if anyone saw us."

"Aarav?"

"Hmm."

I place a misguiding smile on my face, "I am not repeating myself."

He pleads with his eyes but honestly, he could have already kissed me by now instead of wasting time. Realizing I won't let him off the hook easily, he sighs in defeat. "Alright, first - the reason I pulled you here." He again tries to pull back but I refuse again, "Arey, I have to get it out of my pocket."

"Right or left?" I ask, intending to retrieve the item myself to hurry this along.

He answered catching my intention, "Right."

Reaching into the right pocket of his sherwani, I pull out the small cubic box. I look at him questioningly. I know I just said I'd marry him whenever he asks, but he better not be asking in this way. I expect a grand proposal. He is known to pull grand gestures, after all.

He chuckles as if catching my unsaid thoughts, "Silly, open it. It's not a ring. Not really."

Skeptical over his later comment, I flip the box open to see a nose ring. My eyes flicker to his again, "You do know I don't have a nose piercing?"

"Yes, which is why it's a clip on." He says pulling it out of its spot to show it and sure enough, it is. "Figured if you were going to dress in an Indian outfit, it might as well be the whole thing."

I cheekily comment as I take it from his hand to wear it, "So thoughtful."

He plays along, "I know right?"

Even as I shake my head, he gazes at me endearingly. I ask after, "How's it look?"

His thumb rests over my cheekbone brushing it back and forth. "Pata hi nai chala ki tum mere rang mei kab aur kaise rang gai."

"Uh... translate?" I request, only picking up a few words, "You know I am not that fluent. All I got was 'you didn't realize'..."

He attempts to, "It means... I didn't realize when or how you... I don't know. I don't think there is a literal translation that'll do the words justice."

"I know one."

"You do?" he asks.

I nod wrapping my arms around his neck, "I love you."

Lowering his head, he smiles shaking his head lightly. "Yeah. That about sums it up."

I boast with pride, "Told you." I may not be able to understand his language, but I do get his heart. When I listen to his beats, words don't matter.

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∞ author note ∞

Yellow! Another update is here. I will try to update again, but next week is finals week and I also have to submit my thesis by end of the week so you may have to wait till after.

QOTC: Annie & Aarush have come a long way from their first interaction at the hospital, huh?

Any suggestions on how Aarav should propose? For when it happens, ofcourse ;)

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