Aditya imagined threading his finger through Ginny's hair, wrapping his hands around her neck, around her hip. Anything. Aditya wanted to touch Ginny, but he couldn't.

"Aditya Ji.." Ginny sing-songed, wafting her hand in front of Aditya's face. "Aap meri baat nahi sunn rahe ho!"

"Sorry." He mumbled, gulping.

"Toh.."

Aditya's hand drifted through Ginny's hair, cutting her off. He hadn't meant to do it, maybe imagining doing it confused him too much. Ginny sent him a quizzical look.

"Aap yeh kya kar rahe ho?"

Aditya wrapped a strand around her finger, shrugging. "Touching your hair. It's nice."

"Uh, thank you!" Ginny mumbled, blushing slightly.