What do you do when you realise that you have turned blind to the entire world except for that one person, when your eyes simply follow every step, every word, and every movement of hers?
How do you stop your gaze from wandering around like a predator ready to catch its prey?
Why does it become so difficult to breathe when that person grabbing all your attention disappears from your eye even for a second?
How do you get your brain to focus on anything else around you except for her?
How do you react when she catches you staring at her at every possible opportunity?
Can you ever stop her from visiting your dreams at night or your thoughts during the day?
Her laugh, her sneeze, her rapid chattering, her squeaky giggling. The way her hips swayed as she walked away from him. Or the way she stood on her toes when she reached out hang the curtains.
Her, chewing the tip of the pen when she was thinking deeply. Or the tapping of her fingers when she was nervous.
The low thumps of her feet as she walked past him. The slight fragrance of that one tiny jasmine that she pinned near her ear.
The dupatta tied in a particular knot on the side of her waist while she worked. Or the special way of twisting her hair up in a bun.
The smile which she flashed when she was extremely happy. The smile she only flashed when she was pretending to be happy. The smile she reserved only for Dadi. The smile she flashed when she was upto some mischief.
The way she scrunched up her nose in worry or the way her eyes crinkled when she was apprehensive.
Her, stepping into the house only using the right foot. Her way of neatly arranging the cutlery in a particular order on the dining table.
The tiny brown scar near her elbow. The birthmark on the right side of her neck.
The little space between her lower incisors, the little pimple exactly three centimetres below her left eye.
He noticed every bit of it.
Yes, Arnav Singh Raizada had infact never noticed someone so intently like he had observed Khushi. Nothing was amiss his eyes.
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