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"Yeah, you are right. Mom did this. She brought this set off T-shirts and same Capri pants" he smiles.

"Oh" I am sure my mouth is still forming 'O'. I shut my mouth quickly. she did couple shopping for us, It's cute.

Though he is wearing sweatpants but still our T-shirts are same. He is looking handsome like always and I am, I'll never suit him. A taller beautiful, hot type model girl will suit him.

Why? god why didn't you make me beautiful like models. Now this poor handsome boy is suffering.

I doubt that he is suffering, he seems pretty cool with me, doesn't he see our height difference?.

May be he doesn't mind that!

Yeah, true or he would had rejected me in start only. This conclusion gives me relief.

"It's cute though" I say.

He smiles but doesn't reply.

I walk in the room "are you busy?"

"Little, it's almost done" he says looking down at his laptop.

I take that time to see around. I had been in this room before but didn't checkout it. A king size bed, blue color's bedsheet is on. Cupboard, couch, dressing table, night stand everything is here.

There is a photo of Om with his parents on night stand. My eyes move to wall.

There is a painting on wall, A woman who has baby in her arms and from down side the same woman when she gets old she is in the arms of that baby who is now big boy.

It's beautiful how in this painting the artist had shown love and it's true meaning. It's beyond words how beautifully the artist had described the meaning of love in just one painting.

People have their own view about love, but in real sense caring is, it's first step, to show love and in this painting, love is described as care.

"Done" his voice breaks my trance I look at him and find him looking at the painting. He followed my gaze.

There is some emotions in his eyes like this is more than just a  painting for him.

"It's beautiful, how the artist had shown just in one painting the feelings which are difficult to describe in thousands words too" I say.

He turns and replies "yeah, it's beautiful as beautiful as the emotion of care, LOVE"

Papa always says if a person cares for you than it's very strong sign of love. It can be any kind of love, friendly, brotherly, motherly or that special love which everyone has for only one person.

I am glad he sees love in same way just like Papa and me.

"I am sorry, I slept in car. I guess I was so tired" I say thinking about how did I end up in bed?.

"It's fine, you aren't that heavy" he replies with smile.

Oh my freaking god!

He actually carried me, like hero do in movies.

My subconscious mind dance dreamily.

"Umm you shouldn't had done that, I could had walked by myself if you had woken me" I say embarrassingly.

"It's totally fine, I didn't want to disturb your beauty sleep" he says with chuckle.

"Thank you" he just nods his head in reply.

"Where is mom?" I ask him.

"Oh, when we came, she was already gone to her friend's house, mom loves to meet her friends" he replies.

"Oh, that's good. Mom is pretty cool" I say with smile.

"Yeah, she is" his smile reach to his eyes giving evident of his love for mom, though this evident is not needed.

"By the way you spoiled our date" he says sternly but I know he is acting.

"What date?" I ask him.

"Our first date, I had planned it but now it's gone, we will go tomorrow" he replies.

"Why? If you like we can go today out for dinner" I suggest him.

"No it's fine, we will go tomorrow. I want to spent my day with you" his words make my heart flip.

First he carried me in his arms, now he is saying he wants to spent time with me.

Wow, god.

He cares for me.

Yeah, he really do.

Is it mean that he loves me??, no it can't be possible it's too soon.

Idiot girl he loves you, remember Papa said it can be any kind of love, not that special one, but still at least as a friend.

He loves you

Wow, so true.

"Why are you in this room? I mean why not in our bedroom" I ask him.

"Oh actually, when I study, I read loud that would had disturbed you so, I choose my old room" he replies.

"It's peaceful room, not like my brothers" I say remembering their rooms, a shiver runs in my body, they never clean their room.

"You seem pretty close with your brothers" he asks

"Yeah, I am especially with bru" I say with big grin, I am sure my happiness can be seen from my eyes.

"Wanna taste coffee of my hand?" he asks while standing and placing laptop on study table.

"I am not a coffee person, but I'll love to try" I reply.

We both walk to kitchen, where I tried to help him, but he denied any kind of help from me. We talked while he was making coffee.

When I take first sip, it's heaven I had never drunken this much tasty coffee before.

"Wow, Om it's so tasty" I say in appreciation.

"Thank you" he replies with big grin.

"You know what? My mummy will love you more after drinking this" I show him my coffee mug.

"Why, I thought she is tea person just like you" he says curiously as well as confusedly.

"Nope, She and bro both are coffee persons, while bru and I we both are like Papa, tea persons" I reply.

"It's strange, when you both are not coffee person than why do you call him bru?" He asks confusedly.

"Oh that, when I was 3 years old, bru asked me to call him bro but I couldn't pronounce it, so I end up with bru, bro teased him lot with that tag line 'bru se hoti hai khushiyan shuru' so bru started calling me shuru for teasing because all this started with me, I was okay with it and soon bru was fine too. Like that we end up with bru and shuru" I reply remembering that incident not so clearly but still.

"Wow, your childhood was so awesome, I don't have siblings as well as cool stories like you" he says last part sadly.

I hold his hand on table "now you have, and you can make memories with them" I smile.

"Yeah, that's true, now I have two brothers and more cousins" he squeezes my hand with his.

"I am shock, do you really remember that incident?" He asks with big eyes.

"Actually not, I have heard it, though I have little memory about that, it's not so clear" I reply.

He nods his head, while taking a sip. I too take a sip than add.

"My memory is terrible" I say.

"Yeah, I know" he says and takes another sip.

"What?" I ask him.

He coughs, I quickly stand and rub his back and when he cools down I offer him water. Which he gladly drinks.

"Now better?" I ask him

"Yeah, fine" he replies.

"Take care in future, don't choke  yourself like this again" I order him.

"Okay, Madame" he replies with cute smile, I couldn't control myself and smile at him.

After dinner that night when we walk to our room, I don't have any college work to do. So, I lay on bed in my side, Om too joins me on bed.

Tam-tam is with me in my left arm, I don't feel sleepy because I had slept in afternoon. Om moves towards me and places his hand on my stomach.

"Aren't you sleepy?" He asks me

"No, you?" I ask.

"Me too" he replies.

His touch always make me feel things which are new to me. My knees get weak but I am laying, so I don't have to worry about embarrassing myself.

"Let's talk" he says.

"Hmm, do you like my friends?" I ask him.

"Yeah, they are good, but I think Riddhima and Leena were shy with me" he says thoughtfully.

"But you weren't" I say.

"Yeah, I am not so social person, but I still manage with them" he says thinking his own behavior.

"You did, I really doubt what's your real behavior, I mean you behave so differently, sometimes you are playful, sometimes reserve, sometimes caring, sometimes silent, sometimes talkative it's hard to understand" I say truthfully.

"Is it tough?" He asks moving his head up looking down at me.

I couldn't utter a word, I just nod my head.

"Which Om you like?" He asks with seriousness.

This question catch me off guard. I like him playful, talkative, caring, even loving side of him which comes out normally in front of mom. He is grumpy, reserve that's make him more mysterious. His personality is challenging as well as interesting.

"Your personality is quite interesting and entertaining, I always wonder what will come next" I say truthfully with small smile.

He smiles down at me "Entertaining, huhh?" He asks.

"Hmm" I nod with smile.

"For your kind information, you are also not so easy to understand, you always surprise me with your behavior too" he smiles.

"Really?" I ask him.

"Yes, but I like that, if you will be simple to understand than our life will be so boring, it's kind of adventures now" he replies.

"When will you have to go?" I ask him.

"Day after tomorrow, I'll take night flight" he says with blank face.

He moves down to my face I close my eyes, my heart was already beating fast but now everything is out of control, I feel different in my stomach, may be it's called butterflies. My fingers are trembling, my neck's as well as faces' hair are up.

I feel his warm breathing on my face, it's creating havoc in my system. I feel like I am flying to another world. Than there comes his lips on my forehead. It is my final undoing, my senses are gone.

I hold him on his neck with my both arms, it's heaven, he kisses my head once more in little low than before. My hold on him get tighter, I pull him more close to me, this tingling sensations are beyond control. My one hand move up to his back head, in his hair while other remain on his neck, snaking it tightly.

His body is plastered on mine his hands are still supporting his weight. He rain my face with feathery kisses, I am lost, totally lost in moment. He kisses me every where on my face he moves close to my lips while placing kisses on my right cheek. All this kisses are fast but sweet, touches of care. When I feel him nearing to my lips, I take sharp breathe and pull his hair tightly.

I hear or more like feel his sharp breathe on my face, everything stops, I miss his lips on my face, he moves little back, I loose my hold on him but don't release him.

I don't want to open my eyes, I don't want see what we have done. But I open my eyes, he is staring at my lips than his eyes moves up at my eyes, like he is asking for something which I don't know.

I stare at him, he moves down and plants a kiss on corner of my mouth, he remains there, I close my eyes savoring this moment, he moves little back, I open my eyes but there is no question or regret in them, I look at his eyes, brown chocolaty eyes there is no regret in them but in the darkness there are questions.

He blinks his eyes, and all the questions and emotions are gone.
He tries to move but I don't let him go, I pull him down and kiss his forehead, he is mine, this guy belongs to me. I break the kiss and release him from my clutch.

He lays beside me, and kisses on my temple. I turn my back to him and holds Tam-tam. He turns as well and hold my hand on Tam-tam, I feel his breathe near my neck.

It's weird, but good weird. I don't want to think about anything and spoil our moment.

We drift in sleep.

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