Aditi

"And today was just a sad day for me to begin with. It's not your fault." I had meant to say but something about his face made the words die in my throat, leaving me stuttering in "just", making the conversation even more uncomfortable between us. 

I didn't want him to feel anymore uncomfortable, but I couldn't finish the sentence either. If I had finished the sentence, I'd have to tell him why I was sad and it'd just be another thing he'd feel I was keeping from him when I couldn't give him the reason.

I was still torn between walking out the door and crying my eyes out when he whispered my name. I kept my eyes on my lap refusing to look up.

Suddenly he moved closer to me; his face inches away from mine. I didn't have time to freak out or think it through. I didn't even have to. I closed my eyes, closing the gap between us completely.

And then we were kissing. He pulled me closer to him, until I was sitting on his lap. My arms circled around his neck with my fingers tangled in his hair.

I could feel everything that was inside him. All his passion, his love, his hesitation while circling his hands around my waist. I could feel all that was him.

The kiss in itself was more amazing than words can define. It was like flying or walking towards the sunset or both at the same time. It was the one thing I knew I couldn't imagine living without.

All the adrenaline pumping through my body and I still couldn't believe Samar was with me, kissing me like there was no tomorrow. 

But he was there and I was beyond happy.

I was home.

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"And these traitors need to learn to lie better." Samar exclaimed pointing an accusing finger to Roman and Sara who were across us, leaning against the hill.

"Firstly, I'd already told you the plan was going to fail. And secondly..." He paused. "It was all her, I swear. She'd said we needed to give you guys space or something." Roman defended himself, dumping all the blame on Sara.

Sara let out a dramatic sigh. "Thanks, boyfriend." She said.

They had this weird way of calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. It was cute.

"You're welcome." Roman smirked. It was dark but the moon still granted enough light to see basic facial features of Roman.

It was nine o'clock in the evening and as far as my parents knew I was in Sara's home finishing my assignment. They were dead set against me dating before I finished highschool and I didn't intent to let them in on this information anytime soon. 

"You're very quite tonight." Samar stated, turning towards me.

We were leaning against the mango tree across Sara and Roman, looking at the stars that the branches and the leaves couldn't hide with our fingers laced.

"Oh, I am just thinking." I answered.

"And what is that, that you're thinking?" He asked with a warm smile.

What is that, that I was thinking? Boy, that was a tough question. Over the past week we had been to a movie and a dinner, and one time Samar had made dinner for us himself. He hadn't kissed me after the first time in his room and I hated to admit it but I was longing for it. He was a great kisser. The way his lips moved in a perfect rhythm dominating mine. The way his tongue made weird flips inside my mouth.  The way he held me like he was never going to let to. He was a great kisser.

So, yeah, that was what I was thinking. Samar never left my mind anymore.

"Us?" I tried to graze off the topic without completely lying.

"Why, thank you." He smirked and continued, "which reminds me..." He stood up pulling me up with him in the process.

Time to leave already?

I was ready to follow him to the bridge when he got to his knees, never letting go of my left hand.

My right hand flew to my mouth as I gasped. If Samar hadn't been holding my hand I would have toppled over backwards.

"Aditi." He whispered into my knuckles and finally looked up to meet my eyes. I couldn't figure out his face. He looked somewhere between happy and very happy, if there is such in between. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He said firmly, like he meant it with all his heart and lungs and kidney and even his appendix. "So far into the relationship and you still look as beautiful as ever."

What? We were in the relationship for just a week. What was he talking about?

"If you just say yes, I promise to love you with all my butt because it's bigger than my heart." He continued.

All his butt? He was going to love me with all his butt?

"Question." Sara intervened who was already on her feet, eavesdropping on us. "Keeping the butt thing aside, what is she saying yes to?"

Roman held a finger over her lips and gestured Samar to continue.
 
"I will be your guardian angel. And if, sometimes, things get rocky just remember that I drink. I will hold your hand and happily walk through all the pain and trouble we may face. I will be the one for you. Just say yes."

If there was an award for the most awkward and confusing propose, I was sure Samar would get it. If it was even a purpose.

"Yes." Was my answer. Even with the butt reference and having absolutely no sense to it at all, he'd said he'd hold my hand and face everything happily. That was all I needed to hear.

There was a moment of silence with a small breeze of cold wind marking the start of the winter in Nepal. And then...Roman threw his head back and laughed.

I looked at Samar with a puzzled expression. He had a victorious smirk on his face.

"Pay up." He called at Roman.

Still laughing, Roman pulled out something from his pocket and threw towards our direction. "Worth it." He said.

Samar caught whatever it was with ease. My eyes trained on the little red box on Samar's hand. A pack of cigarette.

"You find that funny?" Sara smacked Roman on his arm.

"Hey, to each, his own." Roman defended himself.

"Her." Sara corrected him.

"Sexist." He hissed at her. It would've been funny and I would've probably laughed had it not been said by Roman or the tension been that thick.

"What? I only just corrected you. You..." I zoned out looking back at Samar.

"Sorry." He gave me an apologetic look. "Had to. Peer pressure." Was all his explanation for all that he said.

Now, don't get me wrong I can take in a joke every now and then but this was just a whole different level. Or maybe I was just thinking too much. It was just a joke.

"By the way, I've got a little something here with me." Samar playfully poked my stomach and pointed to his pocket.

Curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't help asking, "what is it?"

"This..." He trailed off pulling a blue cloth out if his pocket. "Is the piece of cloth that saved my life." He finished, yanking the blue handkerchief completely out. 

The blue handkerchief. My blue hanky. The night when I caused the slit on his wrist and tied it on his hand.

"I want you to take this back."

"Why?"

"Because..." He didn't finish his sentence, now sniffing the hanky.

"Because?"

"I will tell you someday. As for now...You two, quit it! It's getting very cold here. Let's go home." He finished, shouting at the quarreling couple.  

As we walked towards the bridge, Samar came close to me whispered in my ear, "for the record, saying "I'll hold your hand and walk through all the pain" wasn't part of the bet."

A smile curved up on my lips.

"And it rhymes too!" He added.

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Here we are again, the end of another chapter. I must say, it was very fun to write and I hope it's equal fun to read as well.

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