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PS: Super warning about the cringe n cheesy alert! HANDLE ON YOUR OWN.

Food court, people, shopping brands, people, shopping bags, people, you and that someone carrying those shopping bags is probably the definition I would have given of a normal City Mall if you had met me earlier, before this year. Hi, I m Tara, didn't I introduce myself? Oh, well. I actually love conversating with my head and I m doing that right now so I just went way to formal. Okay, I m weird, very much!

It's 25th of January, 2019 twenty two days since one of the most beautiful day of my life passed. I m lovestruck, admitting in the beginning itself. It was my farewell exactly 6 hours from now and here I m with my drunken perhaps not-so-drunken gang, Trisha and Gurleen. I still wonder how I met these idiots who are still fighting over which movie to watch. I passed a glimpse towards them and went back in my thought chain.

I was in a chicken peach color suit paired with duppata and straight pants, a very simple Punjabi attire. I paired them with jhumkis. I have obsession over earrings. I just can never stop buying them, especially these tiny noisy jhumkis. I did my outfit with Kohl, concealer and bit of foundation.

Our school had put on this dress code at end when our farewell was near and I literally protested about it. I was about to go to court to file a case against unequal rights. It's not like I hate ethnic wears. I just love them. But hello, I m an Indian girl. How can you do partiality with only girls wearing salwaar kameez and guys wearing whatever. This is no equality. Issues like this often rose my feminist Tara and I had to somehow control myself. I m glad I have that someone beside me to handle.

Till now Trisha and Gurleen were done fighting over a movie and they finally chose why Cheat india which was released the same day as all new movies hit theatres on Fridays. I wasn't much interested in that movie. I was interested in the place.
It was a normal mall with hustle and bustle around but it had an air of pink roses, an air of love filled and this air had already stolen my heart 2 years, 9 months, 25 days, 1 hours, 15 minutes, 30 seconds ago. Damn, my maths has already improved. *Invisible claps* I was standing in this beautifully built 5 storey, quite big, airy, spacious Silver Arc mall with almost 2000 or more people surrounding me and one of them could be him , though I knew it was just my head. It was his favourite hangout place and that's what I knew. He wouldn't have even thought that I could literally make a zillion memories with this place without him being there.

And then Trisha tapped me on my shoulder shouting if I had any plans to watch to movie tonight and I followed her, leaving behind my beautiful thoughts.

I was finally seated on the most comfortable chair on the earth and currently in the most amazing theatre waiting for the projector to start those 'no smoking' 'swatch Bharat abhyaan' commercials.

Theatres had a thing with me. I never visited them often because no one in my family liked movies except my mom.
As the 2 hour long video begin, my thought chain processed. And in next a few minutes while I was staring at the black screen Emraan Hashmi popped up. 'what the...' that's what I was about to scream if this didn't stop in next mini second. I m sitting in world's most romantic place, thinking of me creating moments with The Dhruv and The Emraan Hashmi pops up. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM WITH ALL MY BEAUTIFUL GUTS. 'Shit, why didn't I finalized the movie' I cursed under my breath. Mr Gupta, you landed me in this beautiful trouble. All thanks to you. And I m sure you must be into your All 40 years sample question papers by arihant by now. Tell me, if I m wrong.

So now, I had two options. One to tolerate my mom's most romantic hero. Two to disturb my hero while he was studying and I would always chose the latter one. So I shut off my eyes and just disappeared in my thoughts like pixie dust on Peter pan's clothes.

It was 21st September, 2018. The day I would die for. I had been late on my period for two and more long months. This thought kinda disturbed me for days and mom had an appointment with the doctor. I was worried because one of my bestest friend's had a delayed period and hence she had a cyst kinda thing in her uterus and maybe it would be difficult for her to be a mom. Another of my bestest friend's too had delayed periods and doctor already told her complications in future while having a baby. This thought scared me to death. I had wished a tiny baby daughter whom I would cherish the most and never make her like me. I will make her the strongest women on this earth and she will be intelligent, cute and practical like her dad. Will always wish she never takes his sense of humor.

Doctor called us in and first thought in my head was if I had cancer? I loved imaging me in cancer. I was sort of obsessed telling myself I was going to die in few months.
Now, you see my contradictory life.
Doctor assured mom and I sighed a relief. Dhruv kept texting me. We had a conversation in which we were fighting over who will call first today. I m being the dominant one always. I asked him to do. But conventees I tell you, my mom and sister being the one are manipulative as hell. So I agreed. I went back home smiling and thinking about how today's evening would be. I had forced him to start this call series because I wanted to hear him. I never got this guy. Just like light gets refracted in a diamond a million times, I m that light and he, the diamond.

It was 7:18 pm. I got a text. 'Can I c u?' c meant call. And that's how we had made short forms. I rushed to my terrace ajaring my lobby door. Damn. Mr Dhruv Gupta has texted me and asked if he could call me. I can die of pink cheeks and smile right away. The moment I reached the best place in this world I replied 'Yes' I waited for 15 seconds and "Seerat P calling..." flashed on my screen. There is a huge story behind this name which I have stored for any other day. I was never scared to talk to anyone, but that day, my breaths stopped and my heart skipped a beat and I was expecting a hello from other side. Gathering all my leftover energy which I had spent in climbing two storey's I finally spoke 'hello' and I swear on Newton I was scared the most. I had been waiting since morning and I m finally talking to the person whom I have been adoring since 2 years, 5 months, 2 hours, 2 minutes and 20 seconds. 'hello' came back the reply. I was flattered that moment. I swear i would leave Vicky Kaushal, Kartik Aaryan, Bhuvan Bam, Ranbir Kapoor all for the guy with the most sexy voice. 'hi' I told again being the dumbo am i. 'kaisi ho' he questioned. His favourite question in all these years. I wonder if he was ever bored with it because I was never. 'i m good' I replied in hesitation literally filled in my voice. And I guess he couldn't hear to I spoke again
'main achi hoon'
'acha' his favourite another word. Besides awkward being his best friend before me, acha was his second favourite after me.
God, I couldn't believe I was roaming on my terrace and under the shining stars, the moon, in the most chaotic locality, I talked to love of my life. My first wish was already fulfilled. We continued our cute talks, interrupted by 'hello' 'hello' of course but we are not the most unromantic couple on this earth, hello you cannot judge anyone's love.

If I ever had pen, paper and write-about-someone competition, I would write about him forever I cannot stop adoring this guy. He stole my heart amongst the most inorganic reactions when everyone was busy shipping Newton and me, I fell for him. He is most wonderful to-be man I know.
We conversated for 10 minutes and 2 seconds. It was the best call conversation I ever had with anyone.
I m a girl of my wishes. I wanted to keep this end-the-call-with-i-love-you rule but Mr shy had already declined my sweet offer on our chat conversation itself.
So after our talking about hello, hi, tum sad mat hua karo, haste raho, studies, boring tutions, aur btao, acha, aur kuch, haan, aur, acha, he asked permission to leave. I still wonder why he treats me like princess. Okay, I like it infact I love that special addressing but he is also no less than a prince. I hope his head digests this fact soon.
I replied him telling I m not holding him and he can go as it's his own house only.
'toh phir call disconnect karni padegi na' the most cutest way someone had told me this thing. I couldn't stop adoring but I wanted my I love you that too not in acronym form. I hate acronyms. Being shy and using it is okay but everytime when someone acronym's love I feel like giving that person a lecture on feelings.
'I love you bolke kardo' I replied. And I started thinking will he acronym his love on call too. If yes, then I want to see how will he do. After two seconds all I heard was 'I Love You' from the most handsome to-be-man and my prince on this earth. I replied with 'i love you too' and it was silence after that. I expected a bye but then I remembered that I had only made this no bye rule in our chats and he was following it.
Damn, when will you not stop surprising me Dhruv with your cute little antics just like you. To be honest, I always want you to surprise me. Always. Always. Always.
And, I love you.

A smile crept on my face and I opened my eyes and found myself in the movie theater. The movie was over and I couldn't control my happiness and my craving for ice cream. I wanted one right away and someone owes me an ice cream treat and I hope he remembers. I invisibly blushed at that thought and my heart winked at me. I stepped out of the most romantic place on the earth. It was an exhausting day, I thought to myself. After ice cream and handsome amount of byes I reached home. Gurleen dropped me and I just hugged my baby and slept in his arms.

The day had a beautiful end❤

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