"Gulf I think I love you" Mew said softly rubbing his head.

Gulf immediately looked up in his beautiful eyes... "I-"

"Listen....you dont have to say it back unless you are ready for it...I want you by love not by force. " he kissed gently his head..

"Its just..."

"Shh..! I know we both are new to this but I really wanna give chance to us...but again only when you are ready.."

"hmm" Gulf was in deep thoughts now.

"Gulf...Im sorry if I said all of sudden...I dont want you to think about it...please"

Gulf felt bad now. He pecked his lips "Shh...dont be sorry...Im not thinking about it" And gave him sweet smile.

Mew smiled too but he felt Gulf was thinking too much....
"Lets sleep now..." he held him...

"Yeah. Good night"

"Good night" kissed his forehead softly.

Next morning...

Gulf woke up first...he was looking at Mew's face. He started tracing line by line.."God has created you with a great care..you should be labelled 'handle with care' "

"really?" Mew asked in sleepy voice.

"Hey..!"

"Good Morning Gulfieee" He pecked his cheeks.

"this is not fair...let me atleast appreciate God's work"

"well...then appreciate it properly..." Mew smirked and pulled him closer...

"Ishh...lets get up now...I have to return back!"

"Aow..."Mew was pouting...

"so cute" He held the pouted lips and kissed it.

Later they had breakfast...and Mew dropped Gulf back to home.

"You came back?" Gulf's mother came to him.

"Yes mom. Sorry I dint inform yesterday"

"no problem son...you done with work?"

"Hmm" he dint want to lie..."I have to go college" he rushed to his room.

Gulf went to college and met Mild Champ.
They attended the lectures.
Gulf was thinking about Mew's confession. He wasnt sure of his feelings.
He liked Mew but was it love?

And if it was, he dint to stop enjoying his single life.
He was happy the way it was going...

The time went by, it was lunch time...the three went to cafeteria..

"So Gulf, How was night with Mew?" Mild asked

"How do yo.."

"Your insta post dumb" he laughed.

"Oh...it was good"

"Did you guys...pup-pap-pup-pap?"

"no we dint...stop asking it again and again"

"aow...then? What you did yesterday?"

He told them things in bits and parts...

"but...Im confused"

"Why?"

"He....he confessed that he loves me"

"woah! Really? " champ asked

"Yeah...but"

"but you dint answer him!" Mild answered

"hmm..I Like him but getting in relation...I dint think about it"

"But Gulf...The way you tell about him, im sure he is good guy.." champ said

"He is..But i dont know...im not ready yet"

"Hmm...okay...but you should think about it.."

"hmm..yeah"

Time went by, (2months later)

Mew was as usual stuck in his work...after that day he dint say I love you again.
Well he dint want to make Gulf uncomfortable.. Though he would show love and care through his talk...

They would talk videocall but there never discussed about that day again.

Gulf now felt like Mew dint love him....the words that day it was just out of some emotion...

Meowmeow

Gulfiee

Free?

Yeah..lunch time.
Wassup?

Im bored.

Aow.
What can I do for my gulfie?

Crack some jokes.

Um okay.
Why is 6 scared of 7?

It is bigger number.

No. Think think.

I dont know.

Because 7 8 9
😂😂😂😂

Huh?

7 8(ate) 9
Now get it?

Fuck!!
I-

😂😂😂 it was nice na?

You know I have
Bought new sharp knife..
Im planning to cut banana
Into pieces.

Why would you cut banana?

Are you really playing
Card of innocence?

No.. Why?

Oh god! Bub..
Your banana🌚

Shiaa..
I dont think I can
eat real banana Anymore..
shit!

😂😂
But I can eat...

Ok I get it..

😂🌚

Oh by the way,

What?

You swallow it deep
Down the throat.

What?

You know...banana😂😂
Trust me I have seen it

Fuck you!

Aww😂
Um Gulf.

Yeah?

I have business trip
Next weekend to samui.

Oh okay.

I wanted to ask if
You would like to join me?
I mean I have meeting only for
Half day.  Then rest we can
Spend together.

Really?

Yeah. If you'd like.

I'd love too..

Done then?

Done..yayy
Im so excited.!

Mee too❤
I will do the booking

Okay.

I have a meeting now.
Will talk later.

Okay sunshine.
Take care❤

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