"I'm not that creepy. Please relax"

As I was filling the bottle with water, I wished there was a way that I could bottle my gratitude for the whole with the water and make him drink it down and feel it, and understand it, without having to say anything.

Passion isn't just wishing to accomplish and acquire. Passion also is a wish to just touch your golden desires once and think of accomplishing later. And the passion that I'm feeling right now isn't just the passion for the opposite or same sex, it's not only about fidel passion.
It's the passion that elevates love for self to another level.

I saw clouds of the next couple of hours until the breakfast in front of me. I couldn't tell if I felt teary, or dizzy because of the abundance of the absolute beauty of this young man sitting in my living room.

Adhiraj's POV

As soon as she walked away I was collecting thoughts for a rather major action.

Just as Prerna was walking in the room, with a bottle of water in her hand, she saw me. I felt a little awkward because she was now staring at me and I probably looked creepy by the way I was now sitting.

Prerna's POV

When I walked back, I saw Adi sitting on the floor making a weirdly angled triangle with his legs. Math has no classification for this!

"What are you doing with that candle in your hand? And why are you sitting like that?" I had to ask him, and I did.

"I have a confession to make" answered Adi.

"Is it what I'm guessing it is?" I asked. He made a face. Probably my startled face was visible I thought.

"I am not that creepy. Please relax" and having said that he got up and pulled me towards the centre of the room and asked me to sit down.

"Oh I get it. Let's make mosaics on the floor with our feet. Till morning, let's discover art." I smiled as I figured out his plan.

"Prerna, shush. Just for a while" Adi said in a rather serious tone and continued "The last 17 odd hours that I've spent conversing with you, I haven't been half as lucky as this ever before. The last 17 hours I've spent observing you crumble your nose like that eating that overly sweet bowl of ice cream which you probably didn't even like, have been more meaningful than a lot of other days of my life. I haven't spoken so much of what I genuinely feel about art, love or passion ever before. In these 17 hours I've told you more about myself than I've probably told my flatmate in the last 3 years and I swear to God, I've even told him the color of my favorite underwear from class 1. I swear I hate life so much in moments but in this one moment I have made up for all of it."

He took a deep breath and continued "You are beautiful. And I mean insanely beautiful. More beautiful than I can probably explain to even myself. Look at both of us sitting here ready to make mosaics on the floor together. The two of us together here, we're wild. Not the kind of wild to tame, the kind of wild to run away with. I am not asking you to be with me, to do that now would be to disrespect the ridiculously amazing 17 odd hours that we have spent together and I will never do that, not even when I'm not sane. All that I want right now is to request you to allow me to be able to talk to you. Look at you and not do anything for many many more such '17 hours'. I want to know you more than I know myself. I may not be in love with you right now and I know nor are you but I know for sure that I love you and I hope you do too. I was too tired of being surprised about the sheer privilege of being here that I could not even sit in the customary kneeled down position and so I am sitting here like a hopeless hungry beggar asking for even more attention. Now, before your landlord throws me out realising how sappy I have been for the last 10 minutes or so, can I at least hug you?"

I was so dumbstruck at his words. I did not know if I should be shedding tears and cry like the heroines in the movies. I did not know if I should run and hug him. What ever I'm feeling now is just not explainable.

You know, what they say about finding a soulmate? That it is inevitable and requires no effort on either of your parts. The feeling was something like that. Yet not completely explainable!

I managed to nod my head indicating a 'yes'. He smiled and by the next blink of my eye, here he was holding me in his arms so passionately like he was never ready to let go. I closed my eyes to savour this moment.