Every step Together

35. Doing Anything to Prove Everything

Hey my loveliest people, how are you all? It's been many days since I met you, but what to do when exams mount up on your head. Well, I have no idea what I am writing but I am sure that invigilators will get glimpses of our Armaan and Tripthi...

Final exams are yet to start now the Internals are going on so please pray that I should sail through them

Once again thank you all for being patient with me. I am honored to get your constant love, support and motivation. Kaju Katli's from my side (I hope you guys remember what does Kaju Katli signify)

One more longest chapter with 7,218 words.

Armaan's PoV :

I have been pressing the doorbell for the past 10 minutes and no one opened the door. Isn't my girl home? Did she go somewhere? But, Rishi said that he clearly instructed her to stay at home, then why is she not opening the door?

I pulled out the mobile lying in the pocket and was about to call Rishi and the door was opened ajar.

"Good morning...." My words were cut abruptly when I looked at my girl standing at the door.

With a free size top slipping down from her shoulders paired with a strapped Pyjama, which is rolled up to the knee length, with the messy bun and with the sweat buds on her forehead. Damn she looked so stunning

Her carefree look made me speechless and I hung my mouth open with the shock she gave me. When she observed my expression, she looked at herself from top to down, her pupils shot out, and she immediately stepped back closing the main door with a thud.

"Tripthi, I am here to return Rishi's bike keys let me come inside," I said but I got no response from inside. I rang the doorbell for a few more times.

"Be Patient Maan, she would have probably gone to change her dress wait for few minutes without pressing the doorbell. She knows that you are here and you won't leave the place until she lets you in. So be patient," my subconscious replied

After waiting for some more time, the door was open making my subconscious beam with pride.

"See, I told you that she will open the door. She would have gone for a dress change," my subconscious said to me

"Come in Mr. Kohli," my girl said standing opposite to me with a more messier bun but with her Pyjama rolled down to ankle length and her sleeves were back to the position where they should stay tucked inside the Dupatta which was the only new addition to her previous attire

"Will you enter the house or just stand at the doorstep staring into my face?" she questioned me

"Haa..." I said coming out of my thoughts

"Will you come in?" she asked and I took a step ahead looking at her

"Will you please stop staring at me?" she shouted when I entered the living room

"How can I? When you look so damn h.... attractive?" I said changing the word not wanting her to throw me out of the house

She stared at me sharply for a second.

"She is going to throw me out definitely". Nevertheless, surprising me, she started laughing staring at me

And... Here it goes, the dimples, which have the power to make my world stand still popped up on her cheeks after many days, which never fails to kill me. Her smile has the power to make the whole cosmos feel jealous of its existence. The music of her smile succumbed every nerve ever existed in my body and made me believe in magic with the sheer dominance her vivacious smile had on my poor heart.