Mark:
(I lift her effortlessly into my arms in one go and begin walking toward the staircase.
She hides her face in my chest, clearly nervous but quiet.
Suddenly, she says, softly—)
Khushi:
"Stop!"
Mark:
(Confused)
"What? Did I do something wrong?"
Khushi:
(Whispering shyly)
"...Beer."
Mark:
"What??"
Khushi:
(Inner monologue)
I was so nervous… The moment he lifted me in his arms, my heart just exploded.
Now all I can think about is—what's next?
Oh god… SEX?! This is it?! The moment I've been dreaming about for so long…
But why are my hands shaking like crazy? Why am I panicking?!
Come on, Khushi, calm down. What if he notices? He'll tease me for sure!
No, I need something to steady my nerves… Maybe a beer will help me relax.
(Just as he reaches for the door to the staircase—)
"Beer!!"
Mark:
(Chuckling)
"Beer? Really? Well… I don't think you'll need that tonight."
(Smirking)
"Because I won't give you a break long enough to take a sip..."
Ishana:
(Watching with amusement)
"Whoa, bro—your flirting skills are top-notch tonight!"
Cousin 2:
"She's just nervous. Let her have a couple of beers if it helps her chill."
Yash:
(Laughs)
"Yeah, man, don't scare her off!"
Cousin 1:
"Alright, alright... I get it. Hand me the bottles."
Abhi:
"Hey, guys, don't embarrass them like that."
Cousin 1:
(Grinning)
"That's my real brother! Thanks, bro."
Abhi:
"Anytime, man.
(Then, turning to Ishana teasingly)
And Ishana, you're talking like you wouldn't freak out on your first night either.
Wanna give it a try?"
Yash:
"Oof! Sis, I think he just roasted you. Got any words left?"
(Mark exits the terrace with Khushi in his arms, leaving the rest behind, laughing.)
Abhi:
(I walk toward Ishana with a mischievous grin, ready to tease her some more.
She's trying to look unaffected, but I know I'm getting under her skin.)
Ishana:
(Coldly)
"I'm not scared of anything.
And for the record—stop dreaming nonsense. It's never gonna happen."
(What the hell is his problem? Why does he always drag me into these awkward conversations? I swear, I'm going to strangle him one day!)
Abhi:
(Sits on the swing beside her, leaning in slightly.
I fix my gaze on her—no blinking, no smiling, just looking deeply into her eyes.
I can tell she's startled. Her breath catches.
Her expression slowly changes from defiance to confusion... maybe curiosity.)
(She tries to back away, leaning into the swing's curve, but I don't move back.
I take this chance—my moment—to go in for a kiss.
I've waited long enough. My patience is done.)
(She keeps sliding back, her body pressing into the swing's edge.
But she's got nowhere left to go now.
Her breath is shallow. Her hair is falling onto her lips—messy, wild, beautiful.)
(I reach forward, slowly, my hand brushing her cheek—)