’Somewhere’ - My Stream of Thoughts; UPD - Page 10

Oky, nvm then, sorry, I never really got into the writing mode, after all😳 I'll promise to give something small later on today, i think ive got some of the scene imagined in my mind already... thanks!

Oky, so I'm really swamped with studying and homework, but I did have some time to imagine this part today, so wanted to pen it down... it's really vague I'm sure, and also very short, I just wanted to put something here, even if it didn't make any sense😛 will write more properly when my bheja isn't fried (God knows when that will be, but I'll find some time)!

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She still wouldn't be able to say exactly what it was, but at this very moment, it suddenly hit her... that Sagar's entrance in her life mattered. That at this very moment, she wouldn't want to be anywhere else, but with him.

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Sagar stared at her, his gaze fixed until he realised that she stopped talking. "Why did you stop?"

Divya smiled embarrassedly, shrugging her shoulders. "I think.... kuch zyada hi bol diya maine. Sorry..."

She got up suddenly, wanting to leave the awkward silence. Sagar grabbed her hand abruptly, a confused expression on his face.

"Wait! Kahaan jaa rahi ho tum? Hum toh abhi bhi baat kar rahe the... or, atleast, you were talking..." He laughed slightly, and hit himself in his head for saying the last part; he still held her hand tightly.

Divya freed herself from his grip and let out a heavy breath, smiling widely, taking in the air surrounding her. "Ummm... bas, mujhe kahin pe jaana hai," she said ambigiuously, now turning to Sagar, who was still sitting down.

His face still puzzled, Sagar continued to stare at her confusedly, noticing the sudden change in her mood. "But... where are you going?"

Divya laughed, her smile widening even more; she lifted her hand ever-so slightly, and grabbed his hand hesitantly... her fingers slowly becoming entwined with his, she finally allowed herself to hold his hand tightly; this time, it felt right.

"What do you mean, where am I going... you're coming with me."