a luka couffaine love story || completed ✓
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"Music is often simpler than words", he spoke in a soothing tone as he brushed his hair aside.
"But sometimes words are what makes a song complete", I said and smiled at him.
He tilted...
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13th August 2017
L U K A
I hate air travel.
I seriously wish that next time we go for a vacation to somewhere outside France, Liberty can be converted into a flying pirate ship so that we don't have to travel by an airplane. Although the first-class seats of the flight we took from Paris to New Delhi were a very spacious one but...let's just say that it isn't ideal for a good night's sleep.
Who can sleep in an armchair?
Ok. It was a reclining armchair but still... It's a miracle that Mom and Sis slept well while I was busy shifting positions in my seat last night.
"To be honest bro, you look like a ghost today", said Juleka with worry evident on her face.
"Yeah...I know. It's just that last night I couldn't sleep well", I replied and yawned for the nth time today. We were currently on the flight to Kolkata and buckling our seatbelts for the take-off from Indira Gandhi International Airport.
I plugged in my earphones to listen to some soothing music which might just help me to catch some sleep at least on this flight.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll sleep well when we reach Sushma auntie's house", said Juleka with a smile. I smiled back and looked at Mom who was calmly seated near the window with her eyes closed. Mom can be surprising at times. Even though she is always full of energy and enthusiasm, she is sitting in a calm and peaceful manner and not even a bit restless like me at the moment.
Boyce Avenue acoustic cover of "Say you won't let go" by James Arthur comes up next on my playlist as the plane takes off. I close my eyes and hum softly to the music. And just like that, I doze off.
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I threw myself on the bed in my temporary room of Sushma auntie's house. Even though I had caught some sleep on the previous flight I was still pretty much exhausted.
"Luka! At least change your clothes before jumping onto the bed!"
Oh yeah. Forgot to mention that Juleka and I were staying together in this room for the rest of our vacation. No matter how much quiet and innocent my sister looks in front of others, she is like a devil whenever both of us are in the same room or when not surrounded by people. And she can shout loud enough to pierce my delicate eardrums.
"Yeah yeah okay. I'll change", I said as I got up from the bed and walked towards our suitcases to bring out new clothes. It was currently 2:00 pm in Kolkata and since we already had our lunch, we had the liberty to explore nearby areas. But I was in no mood to go. Mom said that if we wanted to go out then we both would have to go together. Jules kept requesting in a 'polite' manner but, on seeing that I was firm on my decision to not go out, she gave up after a while. I turned my attention to my phone and saw that I had received a text from Marinette. I quickly opened the text.
