"You have no idea what's running in my mind right now. The things I wanna do with you," his honey-dipped voice was back to rule my mind.

Goosebumps ran over me as I close my eyes, gulping down the excessive saliva forming in my mouth and biting my lower lip to stop myself from smiling.

Take deep breaths Hayat.
Deep breaths.

"Now tell me how should I control this?" a small chuckle left his mouth.

"But...what's the harm.... in thinking about it?" I mumbled, still biting my lip. (because I do that too lol.)

Did you just tell him to imagine whatever the heck he wants to do with you and you are okay with that?

HAYAAAAT!!!

"That's the thing! This is what that messes with my mind. I cant stop thinking about it."

Anger boils up inside me, making me snap at him, "Do you have any idea that you have snatched my goodnight sleep?!"

"Why?

"Because my brain is a mess too!!" I exclaimed as he went silent, busy in processing what I just said. "You think you are the only one struggling with it?!" I added.

"What.... OH-..... Huh!?" his language broke as he tried to digest what he just heard, "Oh! So you get nasty thoughts too, huh?" he chuckled making me laugh with him. "Uhuh?" He repeats his question when received just a laughter from me.

"So? Don't I....have any.....feelings?" I stuttered while questioning him back in a low voice.

"Exactly. That's what I'm saying. You have good self-control."

"You think that's easy?"

"Exactly my point right now."

"Okay fine. We ain't doing anything. Don't even come to meet." 

"Aur tumne jo meri raato ki neend kharab kar rakhi hai?" (and what about my sleep snatched by you?) He mumbles in a funny tone.

I laughed, "jese tumne to kari nahi hai?" (as if you didnt snatched mine?)

Our conversations kept on revolving around these topics, ranging from confessing our fantasies out of flow, to messing each other's mind more and more. Especially me! I was having so much fun in teasing him and giving ideas like chocolate and stuff. I was loving the effect I had over him.

And someone said they dont think about anything apart from work.

"May almighty grant you patience," I chuckled.

"Sabar nahi hai ab. Aur tumhare hote hue to bilkul nahi hai," (There's no patience. Especially with you around? Nope. Not possible) he paused for few seconds, then continued with a deeper voice, "Gosh! You have made me crazy for you all over again."

His words gave me butterflies dancing in every corner of my stomach.
And when I said every corner, I literally mean every corner!

"I just asked you for a simple meet up." I said in a calm voice while pinching the bridge of my nose. 

"Why keep it simple, when we can add a little bit of spice and make it wild?" He chuckled.

"Uhuh? Why little bit? Let's be wild till our heart's content, because neither you nor I are innocent!" 

"You? Wild? Haven't you shut off yourself?"

"Yeah because I know the consequences of me being 'on' "

"What are the consequences?"

"No your imagination will become wilder," I chuckled.

"As if you aren't making it wilder?"

I chuckled at his sarcasm and changed the direction of our conversation, "You know, everyone goes on dates and hangs out but it's not really necessary to do that thing."

"I see."

"So if you won't be able to have self control in a room," I lowered my voice, "then we should go somewhere else, like some public places." I shrugged.

"Nah. Not there."

"Why?"

"I ain't leaving you without a kiss," he mumbled.

"Jeez! Alright we'll do that out of anyone's sight."

"Yeah as if you have some private spot made for us."

I laughed, "whatever."

"You know, since the day I have seen your pictures-"

"Why didn't you send me yours?" I interrupt in between.

"Because I don't have-"

"Liar-"

"I didn't took a single pic yesterday-"

"And before?"

"Yeah I will send."

"Hmm"

"So, what was I sayin? Since the day I have seen your pictures, you have never left my mind for even a second.'

Butterflies continued their dance again while I just muttered, "oh".

"Since that day you have been ruling my mind. Every thought is about you. Every freaking thought possible."

"Achha, to main tumhare khayalo ko sach karne aau?" (So you want me to come and make those fantasies come true for you?) I mumbled.

"No. That's your choice," he mumbles back. 

"Then?"

"Khayalo ko sach karne to aise bol rahi ho jese kar dogi. (You're asking so smoothly as if you will make them true for real.)

I giggled at his sarcasm.

"You're such a big teaser."

"Dont forget cigarettes though." I said nonchalantly.

"You wanna try?"

"Yeah. And chocolates."

"Anything else madam?"

"Nope just you." I chuckled. 

"Me with chocolates. Quite a nice combo Miss. I like your taste." He turned back to his flirty self.

"Ofcourse you do," I laughed quietly and cleared my throat turning into serious mode. "Okay so, apart from these jokes and teasing, I have a question for you."

"Ji."

"So... I mean the situation we are in now, the way our bond is developing and as we are confessing everything to each other on every topic."

"Hmm"

"I want to ask that..." I intake a deep breath, "are we on the same page? Does this mean anything to you? Or you're just being casual?"

"No. It's not casual and of course it holds a meaning for me." His reply rushed a wave of relief over me. "There is something serious between us. That's why I'm taking out time from my schedule for you even though I have loads of work piling up right now." His voice deepens, "I literally came to talk to you after shutting down my laptop in the middle of the work. I don't do it unless there's something important."

"Ohkay." I take a deep breath trying to digest everything he said in past 5 seconds. "That's good to hear. That we are on same page."

"Yeah. Also, don't misinterpret my statements please." He added.

"Which statements?"

"Like the way we are talking nowadays. It's mostly about that stuff you know?"

"Oh"

"I'm not with you just for that stuff."

"Yeah." 

"And if you don't like it, you can tell me. I wont talk in that way again. I just want you to be comfortable with me." His words melted my heart.

"No. I'm fine with talking about anything. It's normal when two people like each other. These types of talks happen."

"Yeah. Just that," he takes a deep breath, "and if you are really concerned about it, I can meet in cafe too. I was just teasing you. It's fine by me."

My heart fluttered at his deep reassurance. 
Making me fall for him more and more....

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The next few days were pure bliss. Even though our schedules got a little packed up, as my university exams started and he got a new project to work on, we used to chat at night until one of us fell asleep. He usually sleeps around 1 am but once I requested him to stay a little longer with a "Please", and he stayed back surprisingly, stretching our texting till 2 am lol.

Until one night....
...where I screwed up.

Losing control over my emotions.
It's unlikely to lose my temper but I don't know what got onto me, I snapped at him for falling asleep in the middle of our heated conversation. 

I mean.... Me!
The most understanding girl on planet earth got angry at such a silly reason?

Oh yeah. I was on my periods.
Moodswings.
Very bad timing.
But he got really pissed lol. 

"ye koi baat nahi hoti sunane ki." 
(This is not something to be snapped on)

Lekin ab naraz hue ve Janaab ko manana bhi tha, (But now as Janaab was angry, I had to butter him too) the part where I suck the most.
Still... I tried though. 

But silent treatment.
Yes.
That's what I got in return for cheesy texts.

But honestly, I really said too much which I realized later and felt guilty about it.
I had legit sent 10 angry texts lol. 
So unlike me.

So, I didn't approach him for 24 hours because that's how long it takes him to calm down, and it's useless to talk to him when he is angry. Hence, till then I was brainstorming on how to butter him up and get him on a call.

Because hey!
Janaab was extra busy now.

'Call me when you get free. Its important'
I left a text, hoping he would fall for this important trap set by me.

Well, it was important in a way. My heart has been restless since the day I screwed things up. I needed to mend it up.
I'm a responsible girl who accepts where she went wrong. 

'Got free. Call?' My screen lit up with a notification.

After a whole day of torturous waiting, he finally texted around 9pm and I immediately rushed to the terrace covering myself, dialing his number on the way.

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