Disclaimer : All the characters written below are imaginary and a work of pure fiction. There is no resemblance to any incident or situation and is written as work of fiction.

Ritwik moved back and looked at her lovingly. She had her eyes closed and was holding onto him tightly breathing heavily.

"laddoo....look at me...." he cupped her face.

She opened her eyes and looked at him softly.

"thank you...." he said kissing her forehead.

The rain had increased and so has the wind. Splashes of rain was coming into the lounge.

"i think let's close the door of the balcony...." Ritwik said and was about to walk towards the door when she held his hand. He looked back at her.

"i love you...." she said looking at the floor.

"huh?" he couldn't register that she had said it.

"i love you Ritwik....i never wanted to fall in love ever....but i did....you made me....throughout my life i had been scared Ritwik....after you left Delhi even I got alone....i couldn't make any friends after you went Ritwik....unless I met Aman....because of whatever happened between papa and uncle I lost my only friend....and even if i was so young at that time , it scarred me....i started believing that everyone will leave....when i realised that you are sunny after seeing choti maa....i wanted to stay away....everytime you were in front of me some memory or the other use to come in my mind....it was screwing me up mentally....i had a hard time Ritwik....hard time hiding my identity because i thought because of our families it will mess things up further....i didn't know how you would react....hard time accepting that you were not my friend anymore....my companion anymore....hard time with everything related to you....but there was no denying the fact that i was falling and you know that....still tonight i feel i had to tell you....you deserve this...." she said with tears , still holding his hand.

He smiled softly and went near her.

"i will never leave....i will never let you leave Laddoo....and i know your fears....it is on me to make them go away...." he pulled her and hugged her softly making her rest her head on his chest and caressed her hair.

They sat on the couch. Ritwik put his legs on the centre table wrapping his hand around her shoulder and she kept her legs on his lap and kept her head rested on his chest.

She was showing him their pictures from her phone which she had clicked from an old album. Meanwhile her phone was ringing.

"choti maa...." she said looking at him as het name flashed on her screen. "haan choti maa...." she said after picking up the call.

"beta where are you?did you reach safely?where is sunny?" she asked urgently and Mishti glared at Ritwik.

"i am so sorry choti maa that he didn't inform you....he is at my place...." she said immediately.

"don't let him get out of the house and drive okay?it is raining so heavily...."

"don't worry choti maa....i won't...." she said lovingly. "did you reach home?"

"yes meri bacchhi...." she chuckled.

They spoke for sometime and disconnected the call.

"you are so irresponsible Sunny....you didn't even inform choti maa that you are here....she was so worried...." she snapped at him.

"i wanted to nut you didn't let me....you kept kissing me...." he said shrugging his shoulder.

"what the actual hell...." she took a cushion and hit him with it.

"aren't you sleepy?" he said holding the cushion.

"oh shit yes you must be sleepy....you go inside and sleep...." she said getting up and wore her slippers. "i will give you a blanket....come...."

"are you mad?you go in and sleep i will be fine here...." he said pointing at the couch.

"no way....you are my guest....if my mother comes to know i made you sleep on the couch , that will be the end of me....go inside...." she said glaring at him.

"not happening....if my mother comes to know that i slept on the bed while you stayed outside in the lounge on the couch when it was raining it will be the end of me...." he said crossing his arm across his chest.

"it is not raining inside the lounge Sunny...." she said rolling her eyes.

"i have that much brain....unlike you...." he smirked.

"shut up or else i will kick you...." she said snapping at him.

"okay fine....then we both shall sleep on the couch....fine with you?i will sleep one arm of the couch....you can take the other...." he said pointing at both the perpendicular arms of the L shaped couch.

"sounds good...." she went to her room and came out with pillows and a spare blanket.

"good night...." he said settling down on the couch.

"good night and scary dreams of ghosts sunny...." she said and closed her eyes.

"brat...." he muttered and closed his eyes and got hit by a cushion on his face.

Both slept together on the couch and not the bed. Irony.

A few months had passed and their parents had met and solved everything. Everything was back to how it was years before.

On most days Mishti stayed at Ritwik's place because his parents refused to let her stay alone. She would go to her house once in a while to clean up and if it was necessary.

It was a Sunday morning and Mishti got up late. She had Taani's room to herself for the last few months.

She freshened up and tied her hair up in a loose bun and went downstairs. His parents were sitting on the couch and were arguing over something.

"i am not helping you....i always tell you to keep your luggage packed well before your flight but who listens to me right?i am not helping you....do whatever you want...." choti maa was scolding his father who was quietly listening to her. He had his International flight to catch in a few hours and he had nothing packed.

Mishti chuckled and sat beside then and cuddled choti maa.

"meri bacchhi....uth gayi?chalo i will bring your breakfast and then your sunday special champi...." she said kissing her forehead and went to the kitchen.

"Mishti help kar nuh...." his father pouted.

She shook her head.

"please....if you help me I will make Sunny do your presentation....you will not have to do it...." he said pleading.

"and?" she asked cutely.

"i will get you good chocolates....from London...." he said immediately.

"cool....but this is the last time i am helping you...." she frowned and went to their room with him to help him pack his luggage.

Ritwik came back after dropping his father to the airport and unlocked the door and came inside.

"what the hell...." he muttered seeing Taani and Mishti standing on the kitchen cabinet. Taani had come to spend the sunday with them.

He immediately went to the kitchen.

"what are you two doing?get off right now...." he said scolding them.

"shhhhhh...." Taani said hushing him down. "mumma shouldn't know...."

"what are you doing?" he whispered in irritation.

"mumma made this amazing mango pickle but she had hidden it somewhere here....she gives very small amount each day so that we don't have upset stomach...." Taani explained him as Mishti kept searching the cabinets.

"so you are stealing?get off right now....laddoo....right now...." he said visibly fed up.

"besan ki laddoo?" Mishti took out a jar of besan ki laddoo from the upper cabinet.

"what?there is a jar of it?she gives me just two everyday...." Ritwik said with wide eyes.

Mishti made a face at him and was keeping it back.

"oye ruk....take it out....give it to me...." Ritwik said immediately.

"really?now who is stealing?" Mishti asked raising her brows.

"Laddoo get me the laddoo...." he said glaring at her and Taani chuckled.

Mishti gave her the jar and found the jar of the pickles and got off immediately. They peeped out of the kitchen to see him Choti Maa was around or not and ran to Ritwik's room where Aman was sleeping.

They locked the door , woke Aman up and sat on the floor while having the laddoos and the pickle.

"you brats....who stole the jars from the kitchen?" they rolled on the floor with laughter as they heard choti maa's loud voice from downstairs.

Everything was perfect and pure.

Note : So this was the last chapter. I will come up with an epilogue soon. Thanks for showering this story with so much love. Cannot be any more grateful. I have a plot in mind. Will work on it soon.
Love and gratitude.