Originally posted by: MKrayZee
She wants to say it the right way, perfectly. So she closes her eyes and as soon as she says the words I, he walks in to hear the word Love. And the boy is all ears, paying attention.
He teases her, calls her out on her practising how to say the words. And how she tries to avoid the topic. And how he teases her. HE KNOWS she is shy. He knows she wants to say it. He knows she wants him to be the first one to say it. BUT he will still tease her. He will still invade her space, he will still have that kameena smirk and he will still say things that make her blush and look away. THEN he will go and do something so adorable, like take her kurti from her hands and assist her in putting it on. Showing her with actions, that he reveres her. He adores her. He worships her. Not what she looks like. No.
WHY does this boy always end up in her changing room though and help her with her clothes?? Musicana time, he helped her undo-redo the zipper on the dress and today, he is making her wear her sheer kurti. If there is one thing that always comes across, so clearly, without a shadow of doubt is how much respect he has for her. He wants to touch her, see her but only if she wants him to, only if she permits him. Till then, he is happy just being with her. Content with the little bits of happiness she gives him because his soul is happy. The blackness of his heart is slowly being washed away with the tinkle of her laugh and just her presence in his life