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A crush was a simple thing to have, and usually considered quite childish. But considering Pavitr wasn’t exactly an adult yet, he gave himself a pass mentally. Besides, even if he was an adult, who cares? Sometimes, you need to be a little childish. Sometimes, no matter how old you may be, you’ll simply have a crush on someone. Like he did now.
He’d never had problems with making friends, and especially close ones. Sure, he could never let them get too close for rather obvious reasons, but still, he had many friends! Ones that, under different circumstances, he may have found himself falling in love with. He wasn’t entirely sure what those circumstances may be, but he was sure that those were possibilities in at least some lifetime. But when it came to one woman in this one, there was something… different.
Gayatri was rather special, and he wasn’t entirely sure if he thought that because he loved her, or because it was true. She was a model at a rather young age, and even if she wasn’t, she was stunningly beautiful. Her voice was sweet like sap, and she held herself in a confidence that felt almost contagious. She was kind to everyone, and was incredibly smart. When thinking of Gayatri, the word classy may come to mind.
And Pavitr was sure that he had a crush on her. Every time he thought of her, he felt nervous. He could picture her beautiful eyes in exquisite detail, could almost hear the giggle hidden in the back of her voice, could feel the butterflies that fluttered deep within his entire being. When he got to meet her face-to-face, it was almost worse. He could keep himself rather composed, but his hands would get clammy, and he would be mostly lost for words.
There was just something so addictive about her, and Pavitr could never cleanse his mind of her. Honestly, he didn’t really want to, which was why Pavitr decided that he should confess his feelings. Today, on the rooftops of Mumbattan, he would tell her how he truly felt.
It was like any other day when the two had met up. They’d greeted each other warmly and softly, making their way up to the highest point they could reach, hand in hand. The air was warm, filled with the scents of a bakery below. Gayatri was sitting down, her legs curled up under her with Pavitr resting his head upon her lap. Pavitr was fidgeting with his hands, staring up in admiration as Gayatri talked about everything on her mind.
“Gayatri?” Pavitr said once he’d found the perfect break in her words to speak up. “I think I have something to tell you.”
Gayatri let out a soft hum of acknowledgment and curiosity, glancing down to meet his gaze. Her hand slowed to a stop, buried somewhere in his hair. Her face was calm, beautiful features softened as she waited patiently for him to speak.
“I… I think I have a crush on you.”
Gayatri’s eyes widened for a moment before her eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. After a brief moment, her face scrunched up as a smile split her face. The air, which still smelled of baked goods, was soon filled with laughter as well. It was gentle and full of love, and it made Pavitr’s heart flutter at speeds he didn’t think possible.
“Well, I certainly hope so,” Gayatri finally managed through her laughter. “I mean, we are dating.”
“Well, yeah,” Pavitr said, a pout crossing his face, “and? Can I not express my feelings here?” He let out a dramatic huff, a smile passing onto his own face. “And I thought you loved me.” He rolled himself to face away from her, his head now resting on her knee. Above him, Gayatri let out a playful scoff.
“Nuh-uh, come here.” Her hands firmly grasped his shoulders, pulling him up and laying him back over her lap. Pavitr needed to place his hands down to stabilize himself, and she took this chance to grasp the sides of his face, pulling it closer to hers. Once she felt he was close enough, she began to gently pepper his beaming face with kisses. “You don’t get to deny my love,” she said between kisses.
Pavitr found himself dissolving into giggles fast, his face tightening into a wide smile. He leaned his body into hers, a hand moving to grab at her wrist softly. However, he made no move to stop her. He was sure that her lipstick was smudging against his skin, but he knew just how to get it off easily. This was not the first time she has kissed him, after all.
Once Gayatri felt that his face was adequately seasoned, she planted one long, final kiss onto his forehead. She pulled back, brushing the hair out of his eyes and smiling softly. Her thumbs gently massaged his cheeks, and they sat there like that for a few moments. When their gaze met, Pavitr felt overwhelmed by the beauty that he saw, melting into her touch without any hesitation.
“I love you,” Pavitr said softly, meaning it entirely.
Gayatri smiled back at him, pressing their foreheads together. This was her silent way of saying those words back, and Pavitr soaked up her touch graciously.
“So… can I get another kiss?” he asked sheepishly.
Gayatri let out a bark of surprised laughter, pushing him away playfully. “Goodness, what am I going to do with you?”
“You could… kiss me?”
A soft chuckle escaped her lips, and they were quick to meet his. Yes, Pavitr Prabahkar had a crush on Gayatri Singh, and he was ecstatic to know that she had one on him too.