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General PoV:-
Akshara stands in the midst of the kitchen, balancing a bowl and whisk on her hip as she preheats the oven to the correct temperature, all while listening to one of her recorded lectures.
Ian’s parents are coming home for dinner, and not to mention for the very first time since they moved in with each other. So of course that would leave her a frantic mess.
Opening the front door of the apartment with his key, ian steps inside to find his girlfriend, and the love of his life, in a spur around the cluttered kitchen and a basting brush stuck into the top of her messy bun.
“Now, where did I keep that basting brush… I swear I just kept it here.”, she tells herself.
“She hasn’t even noticed the door opening…”, he says chuckling.
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Ian’s PoV:-
You quickly drop your bag on the sofa, and loop your arms around her waist, making her shriek in surprise as she swivels around.
“Ian! Oh my god, you practically gave me a heart attack! What were you even thinking, I almost dropped the chocolate mousse! Your parents will be here any minute and”-
But before she can continue rambling, you cut her off with a kiss. After a few heated minutes, she breaks the kiss as she takes a breath.
“…i was rambling, wasn’t I?”, she asks with a sheepish smile.
“One of the many things I love about you.”, you reply with a smile.
“Okay, I got distracted, now time to continue, I still have so much to do.”
You pull the brush out of her hair and hand it to her, “Ian, what are you doing-“
"I believe you were looking for this.”, you reply with a grin.
“Oh, silly me. I should stop sticking all my pencils in my hair.”, she replies with a smile. With that, she continues to prep and cook.
You go into your bedroom, and after a quick shower and change of clothes you back into the kitchen to see Akshara, but instead of her calm and cool demeanour, it’s like she’s in a frenzy, pacing all over the kitchen, her attention divided by a million little trifles.
“Akshara, come here for a second.”
“Not now, Ian. I still haven’t put the fish into the oven, let me just do that.”
You sigh. “This is hopeless.”, you mutter to yourself.
With long strides, you enter the kitchen and sweep her off her feet, just as she takes off her oven mitts.
“Ian! Now isn’t the time!”, she tries to protest but to no avail.
You carry her to the sofa and sit her down. She crosses her arms and huffs, an adorable pout across her face.
“Now that I finally have your attention, would you like to tell me what’s wrong?
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”Akshara’s PoV:-
You avoid his concerned gaze as you debate whether or not to tell him.
“I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong.”, he says with a determined tone.
“…fine.” You sigh, knowing there’s no way to get out of this.
“Well?…”
“It’s just, well… I’m scared.”, you reply meekly, not being able to meet his eyes.
His eyes show concern as he carefully prods for an explanation.
“I mean, your parents may not approve of our relationship, or they might think that you deserve better, or they may not even like me and then you might not want to be with me-“, you ramble on as tears threaten to spill from your eyes until ian stops you.
“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down for a second, okay.”
He pulls you into his arms, letting you seek refuge and peace for a few minutes.
Once you’ve calmed down he pushes you back, lifting your chin so your tear glazed eyes meet his and wipes the stray tears from your cheek.
“You have nothing to be scared of, alright? My parents are going to love you, just like I do. Now why are you so scared?”, he asks.
“Because you’ve told me how much your parents mean to you. And if they don’t approve of our relationship… I’m afraid you might leave me.”
Tears stream freely down your cheeks, vision blurred.
His eyes flash with surprise as he speaks. “Of course not, I love you too much to do that. Oh don’t cry, love…”
“I’m sorry for being so insecure, you must think I’m a child who-“
“Shh… that’s not it at all. You want to know what I think about you? I think you’re the most strongest, most independent, and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met. Someone like you who’s faced hardships and heartbreaks that no one should have to go through, should be rude or jealous of others. But you, you are the most kind, caring and sweetest person I’ve ever gotten to you and that is a gift that nothing could ever replace.”, he says with utmost care, cupping your tear streaked cheeks.
“…People say that I should be lucky, I have money, fame, popularity, a full scholarship to the law university i dream of going to, but all I’ve ever wanted was to be loved by someone. To experience love as it is in movies and novels. I’ve longed for that for so long but I’ve never gotten to experience true love… until now. I know how it feels to be loved because of you, Ian. And I’ll never forget that.”, you reply with the most genuine smile you’ve ever smiled.
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General PoV:-
The two lovers share a kiss as tears roll down each of their faces, but this one is different then all the ones they’ve ever shared. Instead of passion and lust, there’s love, tenderness and longing, and neither of them would wish for anything more than that.