Tick Tick Tick...

The rhythmic ticking of my clock resonated in my ears within the blanket of silence that surrounded me as I ran a steaming-hot iron on my damp, serum-soaked hairs to give them a more straightened and more tamed look while keeping a check on my phone to not be late to our first meeting after 2 long months since our breakup.

Breakup? Yes, you heard it right. Until two months ago, my whole day revolved around him. I don't have a clue how these two months passed. We met when we had started working together on a project, and slowly the friendship blossomed into an unexplainable comfort. A smile curled up my lips as I remembered how in a blink of a moment things changed between us. But as the saying goes, "The closer you go to a person, the chance of you losing that person increases." The same happened with us. The closer I got to him, the more he seemed to drift away.

I don't blame him. You can't be passionate about roses and complain about thorns. My chain of thoughts was interrupted when I finished ironing the last lock of my shoulder-length blackish-brown hair, and needless to say, I was pleasantly satisfied with the result.

Switching off the ironing device, I turned to my wardrobe for a suitable outfit for the day. Rummaging through all my clothes, I settled on a black ruffle top and blue jeans. Hastily, putting on my clothes, I turned to the mirror and applied black kohl to my eyes, highlighting them. and finished with a mauve shade of lipstick on my lips. Pressing my lips to spread the lipstick evenly, I grabbed my black purse with fine chain straps that completed my look and left my home.

We had decided to meet in a cafe near my house, and he was coming from another end of Mumbai, which is also called Thane. A smile already adorned my face when I imagined the guy struggling to travel in Mumbai's local trains, where people actually don't walk - they flow.

The sunlight gleamed against my olive skin as I kept checking and communicating with him. know his whereabouts. Being on my way to meet him, gave me a strange yet thrilling zeal within me. I closed my eyes, and the flashbacks started zoning through me. It was strange how our paths kept tangling along the way.

Back then, when we were under training period in our office campus, I had met this guy through an acquaintance where all of us would get together for maybe dinner or drinks. and that's how I initially knew him. But back then, I didn't look at him the way a woman looks at a man. but now when I recollect that time maybe subconsciously I did. Standing almost 6 Feet tall, the man perfectly fit the description of tall, dark, and handsome, and he did full justice to those. Adding to that, I really loved his ill-timed sense of humour that would make me want to laugh even when I would be hellishly mad at him. Most importantly, there was comfort in his company that I hadn't really experienced with anyone else.

Jerking forward, my nostalgic journey was interrupted when the cab arrived at the cafe. Paying the fare, I stepped outside the cab and looked at the cute interiors of the cafe. It was a nice, quiet place with outdoor seating where the roof had little stars hanging onto them. While admiring the beauty of this place, I walked into it to check out the various delicacies it offered.

Samar Calling; My phone screamed in its glory, thereby attracting all the attention in the cafe, making me stunned yet embarrassed.

" Where are you? I have already reached," I said, guiltily smiling at the curious stares that were coming my way.

" I have just reached the station, Just give me 10 minutes." A deep and familiar baritone informed me, making my heart flutter.

It's been two long months. I shouldn't feel this way - I very well know how difficult the other time was. Yet I couldn't suppress an unsaid excitement within me, knowing that he was already here.

I closed my eyes and smiled at the confusing thoughts that ran through my mind.

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Author's note 

This is a half-chapter for my curious readers. I will update the complete chapter in a couple of days.