Amaira's POV:

Finally, after 8 months, I am going to see him. Just thinking about him, I could feel butterflies erupt in my stomach.

Reyanshhh, what are you doing to me?".

I wore a white short dress with blue butterfly prints on it, added accessories to it, and did minimal makeup, spraying my favourite perfume I am fully ready to go. I captured my photo and sent it to Manvi.

Incoming call from Manvi

"Are meri kokil kanthi apsara itni sundar dikhegi to reyansh to behosh hi hojayegaaa" Manvi chirped excitedly from the other side of the call
("hey you my nightingle voiced queen you are looking so beautiful, reyansh will faint seeing your beauty")

"Shut up, yaar, tell me achi dikh rahi hoon na, overexposed nahi lag raha hei na, makeup ka kya? Jyada hi nai lag raha naa. I asked, getting worried if I might look overdressed.
("shut up, yaar, tell me I am looking nice right, this isn't looking overexposed na, what about makeup? Is it too much?")

"Areee ruk jaa, first of all, you are looking absolutely beautiful. Your makeup, accessories, and dress are perfect; kuch bhi over nai lagraha. Reyansh to tujpe fidaa hojayega," she comforted me with a teasing tone.
("Hey wait wait, first of all, you are looking absolutely beautiful. Your makeup, accessories, and dress are perfect; nothing is over, reyansh will fall for you")

"Areh, bass kar abb" I said, blushing hard.
("hey, stop it now")

"Oho sharmaa gayiii. Muje timee-to time updates deti reh ok."
("Oho, you are blushing ha, keep me providing with updates from time to time")

"Yes mam, abhi jau?"
("yes  mam, should I go now?")

"yesss, aur sunn"
("yess, and listen")

"yes?"

"Kaala teeka lagake jaana kaan ke peeche kahi najar na lag jaye mere sundar pari ko"
("apply black teeka behind your ear, or else evil eye will catch my beautiful lady")

"Bas kar pagliiii chal ab chali mei," I said, smiling, and ended the call.
("stop it dumbo, I'll go now")

Finally, it's 10:50am. I am all ready. He said he would come by 11 so I am waiting for him downstairs.

Reyansh's POV:

Finally, after 8 months, the day came. I am going to meet Amaira not in group but personally. Just us! I am so excited. I woke up earlier than usual to get ready. I wore my favourite outfit, paired with white shoes, and sprayed my favourite perfume,
And I am ready to go.

I sat in my car and started my journey towards Amairas house. In these 8 months, I realised my love for Amaira which cannot be replaced or taken by anyone; I am not planning to confess soon because I don't know if the feelings are mutual or not. I don't want to pressurise my feelings on her. I don't want our friendship to end. I know I can't see her with any other guy, but the decision is all hers. Since Amaira came into my life, she taught me so many things without even teaching me. I believe in my love; even if it's not from her side, I will never force her. I will always pray for her happiness. The only thing I want in my life is Amaira, then it be as a friend or as a lover and maybe someday I'll confess to her.

Amaira's POV:

As I came out of the house, I saw Reyansh parking his car a little away and coming out. He was looking so breathtakingly handsome that I overlooked the fact that he took something in his left hand and kept his hand backwards. As he approached me, I could feel somersault flips in my stomach. His looks mesmerised me; the perfect outfit; the fragrance of his perfume, a mix of aqua, not so sweet but soothing; his hair set perfectly. I could see a wide smile playing on his lips; he came and stood in front of me.

"Heyyy," he said in his usual happy tone, but I was so engrossed in him that I couldn't hear anything—my heart thumping in my chest, his smile, those eyes, those dimples—I missed it a lot. He snapped his fingers in front of me, and I came back to reality.

"Hey, hey, oh, hello." I said, finally coming into reality, we did a handshake, his other hand still at his back. I couldn't even peek to see what it was.

He looked at me from head to toe, and I fidgeted my fingers, thinking if he'd like it or not. "This dress is pretty, but you made it look prettiest," he said, and I snapped my head, my eyes meeting his, and his face was displaying the genuine emotions, his smile reaching his eyes.

Haaye mei marjaavan ye aise sab bolega to mei yahi pighal jaungiiiiii. My subconscious started saying all this:Get yourself together, Amaira. Get yourself together.

I said thank you, and he forwarded the hand that he kept back since he came.

FLOWERS

HE BOUGHT ME FLOWERS.

FLOWERS FOR ME.

OMYGOD I became so happy seeing those beautiful sunflowers he gave me, and then I remembered the time I mentioned fictional men bringing flowers in front of him. I smiled, thinking about how he always notices and hears every little thing I say.

I thanked him, and we resumed our way towards the car. He, being a true gentleman, opened the car door for me, keeping his hand on the top of the head region to ensure that I didn't bump. I sat inside, holding the beautiful bouquet of sunflowers, running my fingers through its petals and keeping them close to me.

He sat on his driver's seat and told me to fix my seatbelt. I fixed it around me properly, remembering the moment we shared when the first time I sat beside him during our staycation journey and he did the seatbelt fixing for me. Thinking about the scene, my cheeks burned with blush as a shy smile played on my lips. He started driving the car, and I was just sitting there thinking about a topic to talk to him about.

Even though we used to talk for hours on chat, talking in person surely is different; the effect those eyes, dimples, and overall him have on me is pretty much visible; nervousness engulfs me whenever I try to say something; I tend to fumble on my words whenever he is more close to me than usual, the effect no one ever had on me.

He forwarded his phone, still keeping his eyes on the road. I looked at the phone, then at him, then at the phone.

"Take the phone; its password is 1801; open it; it's already connected to the car's Bluetooth, so you can play any songs you love,"  he said, forwarding the phone more towards me. I nodded as I took the phone from him, still in haze about his mind-reading skills, about his password sharing with me, about him.

I opened the music app and searched for his playlist, which I probably thought would be filled with some rap songs or songs that usually boys prefer over our soft romantic ones, but seeing his playlist filled with almost all the songs that I love, the songs that I always end up listening to whenever I have a bad day, the songs that bring out the real me instantly were there in the playlist.

The playlist was named 'HER PLAYLIST' "her? Who's this her? Is she someone he is in love with? But he never mentioned anyone in front of me, even though this her playlist has all songs that I love, but still, her playlist mustn't be me because I never shared my playlist with him," I was thinking while my fingers hovered over the songs, fidgeting within them without actually playing any.

"HER IS YOU, YES, THIS PLAYLIST HAS ALL SONGS YOU LOVE. I MADE IT BY REMEMBERING THE SONG CHOICES YOU EVER MENTIONED AND ALSO PLAYED DURING OUR STAYCATION," he said, and my eyes almost popped out listening to his clarification. How can he hear what I think in my mind? I didn't even say anything out loud, then how can he know what's going on in my mind?

"Forrr...... meee???? You made a play... list for me," I asked as my voice trembled with emotions after listening to this gentleman that sat straight in front of me, eyes on the road, hands on the steering as veins popped up, his shoulders broad and his body muscular yet lean.

"Yes, for you. Why is there anyone here except us?" He asked as I dumbly looked at the back seat, even after knowing that we were only both in the car. He chuckled and said, "Select a song or we might reach the spot while discussing the playlist."

I nodded as a big smile covered my face. I immediately tapped onto the first song on the playlist, "tu chahiye," and then we sat there vibing onto the songs that were in his playlist made for me.

The journey to THE BAGELS CAFE was about 30 minutes, and the Mumbai traffic made it extend to 45 minutes, but after all the traffic we reached THE BAGELS CAFE. 
Reyansh came after parking the car as I waited for him near the entrance.

We then entered the cafe and went towards the two-seat seating arrangement situated at one corner of the cafe. Reyansh pulled out the chair for me and gestured with his eyes to take the seat. I sat on the chair, and then he came to sit opposite me. We discussed what to order, and then we ordered our favourites for ourselves. We enjoyed the delicacy while chitchatting on different topics.

After spending time in the cafe, we decided to go to the nearby beach to spend the rest of our time. We reached the beach, which was not much crowded. We walked beside each other, took photos of each other, splashed some water on each other, and enjoyed ourselves. We walked back to the sand and spread the mat that we carried from Reyansh's car, as said he carries it everywhere in his car. We sat in some shade that was like a built-up because it was too sunny. We sat beside each other facing the beach.

"Um, so are you free on coming Saturday?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Coming Saturday, oh, his birthday, I remembered quickly.

"why? Is there anything special on that day?" I said to tease him, and I could see him frowning a little.

"Um, nothing like that," he said and moved his gaze towards the water.

"Areh, I know it's your birthday on Saturday. I was just teasing you." I laughed, and he looked at me, giving me his best smile.

"So you have to come on Saturday. Usually I don't celebrate my birthday, but this year my parents are planning this party, so I am inviting you. I have informed Manvi and Aayan, so please do come," he said, more like trying to convince me with his eyes speaking more than his words could.

"YES, I'll definitely come; text me the address," I said, and he nodded his head, saying yes.

After some time we went back to the car, and before seating in the car, he asked, "Do you want to eat something?"

I looked around for any desert shops when I saw Belgium waffles.
"Waffles, please let's have a waffle. I have been craving for it since long," I said excitedly, and he smiled. We then went to eat waffles, and later he dropped me at my house.

Coming out of the car, I said, "Had a great time with you; see you on Saturday; send me all the photos and videos; bye-bye."

"Bye, come early on Saturday. I want to meet my favourite people early on my birthday," he said.
His flirty lines ahhh...

"Yes, I'll come. Byee, go home safe, text me after reaching," I said and entered my house smiling, I could feel his gaze on me till I enter the house.

As I entered my house, I immediately texted Manvi that I came home, and the next sec she called me, and we talked for about half an hour.

After keeping the call, I checked messages to see his reached text, followed by lots of photos and videos.

To be continued...

QOTD: Have you ever made playlist for your favorite person?

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