Chapter 2 - HIS LIPS RUBBED AGAINST MINE!

It had been raining cats and dogs from the morning. Its been two days since I previously spoke.

 I was jobless at home, lying under the quilt watching Titanic. My eyes were glued to the television, but yet my mind kept reasoning him. My heart ached to see him. I rang up to him quickly, within a fraction of a second he answered. Before I could even utter, he spoke: “Riya, shall we meet at the portico?”

He has the jumpy energy of teenager on cocaine.

 I was in a state of euphoria, would I ever say no? Yes Advik, there in a minute! That was probably the prompt answer I ever gave.

I wanted to appear natural, took a tint of lipbalm, rubbed them on my lips, sprayed a mild perfume and made my way. I was not much into skincare, until Aadvik had been a part of my life. I wasn’t sure if he noticed every movement of mine, but I assumed that he did and always concentrated a little extra than usual on my dressing and makeup when I’m prepared to meet him.

I haven’t felt this anytime earlier, it feels new. His presence, gives me butterflies. I become a stupor while he’s talking. The world around me ceases to revolve until he’s besides. I wonder if he has ever felt the same. But somewhere deep I believed even he grew feelings for me.

Were you so busy to even peep at me? He queried like as if he seemed to miss me. Nah, I thought you should be held up and I didn’t want to bother you. Bother me? Remember that I’m always available for you. You should know that these little conversations light up my day.

Probably when he said all this, I hope he didn’t catch me blushing. I felt a thousand pigeons fluttering inside me. Every single cell in my body was exuberant of love.

Half past six and the rain slowly ceased. Why don’t we head to the terrace? Advik began, Its been so long since we chilled out there and the weather seems awesome. I was already shivering, but managed to put up a smile not letting him know that I felt cold. Indeed I loved being around him and followed him to the terrace with a nod.

In the quiet of the night it felt like only we existed on the planet. He was leaning against the wall, on a sudden he grabbed my hand and kept looking at my nails. I wasn’t really prepared for the moment. My body experienced sudden chills, my heart beat raised, I could even hear my heart throb out so clear in the silence. Nice nail paint, so do you manicure your nails on regular basis? He questioned. I wasn’t in a position to answer, I was highly strung and before I could possibly answer; his lips met mine.

 There is an endless cycle of questions hammering my brain. I shut my eyes so hard, I didn’t want to push him away either. His left hand entwined with mine manicured right hand and his other hand holding the grip of my loin. I feel warmer now, in fact I was sweating on my back. I breathe his air that he breathes into my nostrils.

 I’m levitating immersed in a pool of tequila all intoxified.

 Unanticipated there was a sudden thud of noise produced that got us apart, I swiftly moved a few steps away from him. Both of us were panting and breathing heavy. Riya, I’m leaving, Bye. He quickly left without even looking into my eyes. Neither did I have the gut to look into his eyes and wave him good night. I stood there still for a moment, getting back to my senses.

I lay flat on my bed looking at the ceiling reminiscing every second I was with him. I skipped my dinner, my favourite chole bhature mom had made. I got into my bedroom straight back home. Maa kept enquiring where I had been all this time and I left her unanswered making her look at me startled.

I pulled my quilt a little closer, the curve at the edge of my face didn’t diminish. I kept smiling relentless for no reason. I couldn’t sleep the whole night. His face flashed before my eyes everytime I closed my eyes. We hadn’t confessed our feelings for each other but this day’s actions made sense. The kiss intensified what I held for him. It’s 12, probably 5 hours since we kissed and I haven’t heard of him. He didn’t text me a good night message that he generally did. I picked up my phone to simply look into his display picture, I couldn’t refrain myself from doing that. When I got into his chat to re-read our previous texts, the timeline tab displayed 'ONLINE’. Within a fraction of seconds, it quickly turned to be his last seen. As likely as not, he must have felt awkward. He should have thought that I might post him a series of questions. Ogling into his DP I didn’t know when I had dozed off.