52. The One Where I Am Lost

"Bookworm." Kabir caught my hand, dragged me to the sofa and made me sit as he crunched in front of me.

"What happened?" I asked, confused by his behavior of making me stop reading. I had my exam tomorrow and I still had to revise the poems for the last time.

"You." He frowned. "You aren't talking much."

"We've our exams, Kabir. How can I talk?"

"You talk too much, bookworm. Is something troubling you?"

"No," I chuckled at his worry. "Kabir, I'm fine. Truly fine and happy. It just studies. I promise." To remove his worry, I kissed his forehead, then his right cheek, then his left cheek, halted at his nose and grinned. "See? You worry too much. You distract me from studies. That's why I wasn't talking much."

"Promise me one thing?"

"What?" I played with his hair, and my distraction had started the moment I touched his soft hair.

"If something troubles you, my bookworm will come to me." I rolled my eyes at his promise. He worried too much without any valid reason. "I will always listen t