A butterfly flooded into my stomach as i accepted the request!
I stalked the whole profile!
Well all the posts were related to his art forms that were actually very impressive !! I came to know Lavendar is his favourite colour ! And he like subtle stuffs !
But my shameless eyes were searching for his picture
My scroll stopped at a picture! Damnn sexyyy ! It was kabir, half naked flexing his abs !
I rested my eyes at that picture looking freaking every single detail the picture could reveal !
I looked at his abs… and damn—
they looked unreal.
Each line sharp, defined… like he knew exactly what he was doing while clicking that picture.
There was this quiet confidence in the way he flexed—effortless, dangerous.
Near his neck, there were faint, unusual marks—
not imperfections… just something that made him feel more real.
And somehow, that only made him more attractive.
My gaze slipped lower without permission—
lingering for a second too long…
I looked away instantly.
"What are you doing, Aaira…" I muttered.
But a second later,
like I had no control over myself,
my eyes went back.
This time slower.
Shameless.
I saw his chest ,so attractive,seems so comforting as if someone lays her head down, she'll find peace like anything!
Then my attention drew towards his nipples
"Dark brown and arouted as if someone is craving for them ! So sexyyyyy!!!
Then i withdrew my attention from them and glared down!
A light sheen of sweat covered his skin,
making everything stand out more—
every curve, every detail catching the light.
I swallowed hard, trying to act normal—
but my heartbeat wasn't cooperating.
Annoyed at myself, I dragged my gaze downward—
and stopped again.
Near his navel… two tiny moles.
So small… yet so distracting.
Like they were placed there on purpose,
just to ruin my focus completely.
I let out a quiet breath,
shaking my head at my own thoughts.
He didn't look perfect—
he looked crafted…
like someone had taken their time,
adding every detail slowly… carefully…
And somehow,
I had noticed all of them—
a little too closely....
"KABIR " WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ???
IT'S NOT FAIR AT ALL !
I bit my lips and blushed hard!
Next morning,
It was Sunday!
I brushed the haze of sleepness from my eyes and lifted my phone,and i was amused!
Kabir sent you messages! My heart skipped a beat !
I quickly open the chat ! It was written!
Hello Aaira ! Good morning !
Texted you to ask "Are you fine with the plan ? I mean don't feel pressurized ok ! It would be completely fine if you denyy !
Or if you need any changes regarding time and place,you can tell me !
"I was reading his message with such quiet joy, my heart wrapping itself around every word—
How can someone be this grounded, this effortlessly kind? To think he cared this much for a girl he had only met few dayss back ??? He truly is a gentleman.
And little did he know, behind this calm smile of mine, a storm of excitement was building—I was already counting moments, far too eager to meet him again."
I dropped the text immediately - I truly appreciate and admire your concern! But I'm ok with the plan,place and time ! Let's meet !
And yeah your jacket is missing you too !
He replied- Sure ! Let's meet ! I'll pick you up at 5 pm !
And about Jacket, he's having the best time of his life !
I blushed so hard looking at the text ! But i just reacted with laughing emoji !
After classes, i returned back ! The clock struck 4 pm.!
The thought of meeting him sent something strange rushing through me—something restless, unsteady, impossible to name.
Almost unconsciously, I pulled out two or three outfits and laid them across the bed. I stared at them for a long time, switching between choices as if the right one would somehow reveal itself.
And then I found out—lavender was his favourite colour.
That one detail shouldn't have mattered.
But it did.
Because suddenly, my lavender dress didn't feel boring anymore. It felt… different. Softer.
The same dress I used to ignore without a second thought now felt like the only option that made sense. I kept telling myself it meant nothing—that I wasn't choosing it because of him.
But the excuse didn't fully convince even me.
I stood in front of the mirror and added a soft blush to my cheeks, watching carefully.
If he ever noticed and teased me—if he said I was blushing—I could simply deny it, blame it on makeup, act unaffected.
My lipstick was chosen with equal restraint: subtle, natural, almost effortless… as he admired!
I left my hair open, letting it fall freely over my shoulders, and stepped into a pair of cute shoes that somehow completed the look perfectly.
Then came the perfume—lily-scented.
I sprayed it a little more than usual, pausing for a second longer than necessary, as if I was trying to leave a trace of myself in the air before I even arrived.
And when I finally looked at myself in the mirror again…
I froze.
This wasn't just getting ready.
This was something else entirely.
A quiet transformation
.
A version of me I hadn't met before. I never took this much time to get ready or to admire myself!
Always busy and stuck between career and family,i forgot to admire myself but this time I did !
And the most unsettling part?
I didn't want to go back.
I was changing…
and for the first time, it didn't feel like I was losing myself.
It felt like I was becoming someone I had been waiting for.
I got the text - I'm outside ! Arey you ready??? Kabir texted !
I said yeah ! I'm coming! - I typed!
As I stepped down the stairs, my heart started beating than usual !
Louder. Faster. Like it was rushing ahead of me.
"Do I look okay?" I glanced down at my dress for the tenth time.
"Am I overdressed…?"My fingers tightened slightly.
"What if I say the wrong thing first…?"
A pause.
"What if I don't look good enough?
"
The thoughts didn't stop. They kept coming, one after another, like I had no control over them.
And then I froze mid-step.
"What am I even thinking?" I suddenly scolded myself. "Stop. Just stop."
My breath hitched as I forced logic into my mind.
"He's older than you," I reminded myself. "Way more mature… probably has his own world." A sharp thought followed.
"Maybe there's someone in his life already."
My grip loosened for a second.
"And you…" I swallowed. "You're just… you."
"Kiddo," his voice echoed in my memory.
That word.
I let out a shaky breath.
"He invited you only because you saved Kiro. That's it. Nothing more. Not a date. Not anything special."
My steps slowed.
"It's not a date, Aaira."
I saw a Ferrari car parked outside my house and Kabir was talking to someone on the call !!!
The moment I saw him… everything else blurred.
It was like the world around me slowed down without permission.
He was already there.
Standing casually, like he had all the time in the world.
And for a second… I forgot how to breathe properly.
"Okay… calm down," I told myself instantly. "Just act normal."
But normal didn't feel possible anymore.
His gaze lifted.
And then it happened.
Eye contact.
Direct.
Unbroken.
My heart reacted before my mind could catch up.
A little too fast. A little too loud.
I quickly looked away—far too quickly—pretending to adjust my dress like I was busy doing something important.
"Why am I like this…?" I muttered under my breath.
I could feel his presence even when I wasn't looking at him.
That was the problem.
"Relax," I whispered to myself. "It's just Kabir. He always calls you kiddo."
Kiddo.
Right.
I finally gathered the courage to look up again.
And he was still looking.
Like he hadn't moved on from that moment at all.
Like he had noticed everything I was trying so hard to hide.
My breath hitched slightly.
I forced a small, controlled expression onto my face and smiled !
"Hey… Kabir."
My voice came out softer than I intended.
No response.
He was just looking at me.
Not smiling. Not reacting. Just… staring.
A second passed.
Then another.
My chest tightened.
"…Kabir?" I repeated, a little unsure now.
Still nothing.
My fingers moved instinctively.
I waved my hand slightly in front of him.
"Hello?"
And then—
He blinked.
Like he had just come back from somewhere far away.
"Oh—" he cleared his throat quickly. "Hey,
Aaira."
A pause.
He looked slightly embarrassed now, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I… uh… I was just looking at the cycle behind you. It looked like it was about to fall."
He gave a small awkward laugh.
But I wasn't convinced.
Something about the way he had been looking… it didn't feel like it was about the cycle.
I smiled anyway.
"Right… okay."
But inside, my thoughts were louder than ever.
Was he looking at me… or not?
And weirdly…
I wanted it to be me.
A small silence settled between us.
Then he stepped slightly forward.
"I—uh… this is for you."
He held out a bouquet.
Pink roses.
Beautiful. Soft. Delicate.
And tucked between them—
KitKats.
My eyes widened a little.
"…Oh." I took it carefully.
"It's from Kiro's side," he said quickly. "Like… a thank-you message."
I stared at it for a moment.
Pink roses.
KitKats.
My favourites.
"…Wait."
I looked up at him sharply.
"Did he stalk my profile?"
The thought of him stalking my profile was giving me butterflies !
Kabir…
the guy who barely had time for anything—
the one always buried in work, responsibilities, life…
He stalked my profile?
Just to know what I like?
Just to make me feel special?
No.
I shook my head slightly, almost instantly rejecting the thought.
"No… this doesn't make sense."
"I'm overthinking this," I whispered to myself. "I have to be."
Because why would Kabir do something like that?
He didn't have time for this.
Not for guessing someone's likes… not for small gestures… not for me.
My fingers slowly traced the edge of the bouquet.
Still…
Why did it feel so intentional?
So… personal?
I exhaled sharply, trying to push the thought away.
"No, Aaira. Stop it."
But - It felt - "TOO INTENTIONAL TO BE A COINCIDENCE !!!