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SidYali OS: More Than Infinity
Aloha! I am Anshika and I have written this One Shot on Sidyali. It's basically from Siyali's perspective and please do give it a try :)
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I like lacing his fingers with mine. It gives me comfort,and a sense of our togetherness. I keep doing it, and he never seems to mind. We walk together, hand in hand. It's a light stroll, filled with ease. No rush.
To me it means that we don't care where we are heading to, and the end of the path won't worry us. We can change our way. Because we do it together. This thought places a curve on my lips,
and I let it stay there. I wonder whether this means the same to him also. As we walk, the leaves rustle in the wind along with us. It is the only sound audible. We are really lucky to find somebody with whom we can stay in silence and enjoy it, without having that killing urge inside us to utter something just for the sake of formality. And just like that, here too, it doesn't feel awkward at all. I look up to stare at him and at that moment his eyes meet mine. His face looks so relaxed, leaving no doubt for any worry. He looks like the same innocent boy who confessed his love for me three years ago. Just that there's no insecurity in those eyes anymore. Replacing it, is love, so much of love.
For a second I think of asking him what he is pondering about, but then he breaks the silence, "So, you had some high-level experimental cooking session today, huh?" he asks, stressing on those big words and I turn, now walking backwards and grin. After a pause I reply, "Yes, Kind of.."
"Parth and me were talking about it., He told me you were really excited about it. I wish i could've come a bit earlier and witness that myself.." he smiles, "No it was, not that..great.." I state and turn back to my original position, to continue responding to his inquiring look. I had refrained Parth from telling this. "I kind of.. messed it up. and, ended up burning my hand.." I pout,showing him my right hand, which is much, much better since morning. The burn isn't even visible now, thanks to Utkarsh's lovely ointment. Our pace grows even slower, and I wonder if it is even humanly possible to walk this slow. Maybe it is, we're doing it.
"I don't know if you're going to like it or not, but Siyali Rajput, after we get married, I'm not going to let you enter the kitchen" he says, his voice soft, yet certain. At times like these, when he talks about us in such a cute, romantic way, all i want to do i smile wiiide. I can't just contain the happiness he gives me inside me. He knows that, I guess. That's why he sees me blushing and still doesn't tease me. Good for me.
"Come on now" I chip, and we walk again, enjoying the wind. I don't know and don't even want to know how long it has been until I talk again. "I love you.." I say, just because I want to. I have said that many times before, and would never get tired of this. I love telling him that i love him. It makes me happy, and it makes him happy too. We stop again, and I don't take my eyes off him,a doesn't take his off our hands. That's how he smiles. His head down, his teeth shining, like he's grinning to himself and having his mini 'me' time.
"You know the reply, don't you?" He speaks carefully, choosing the words. "Yeah, I do" I say quickly.
"I love you too" He flashes his teeth, secretly proud of his rhyming skills and then we laugh.
"I love you three, four, five"
I love doing this.
"Six seven eight nine" He sings it out.
"I love you- infinity" I smirk, "Is there anything you want to say Mr. Siddharth Rajput?" I place an imaginary mic in front of his mouth.I lean even closer. This feels better.
He takes my hand, kissing it, "Perhaps, maybe one thing is more than infinity in this little world of ours" No wonder I wish he keeps on speaking.
"And.. what is it?" I ask curiously. Maybe I know.
"My love, for you." No cheesiness. No drama.
Just love. Just care. Just me. In his heart.
I close the gap between us, as he holds me lightly, yet with surety. He pulls me closer, and now we are in another world, not caring about anything. I stay in his arms after we pull apart, and time simply passes by. He tugs me protectively when we move again,and I feel warm inside. Perfect.
Our life is a chain of moments. Some good, some bad.
Some show us how beautiful life is.
This is one of them.
Thankyou for reading :D I'll be eager to know your reviews :)
Naagin 7
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