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"I think you both can continue your conversation in the car. We are getting late" mom says. Me and bhai stand up. We both dust the dirt from our dresses.

"How do I look?" I ask bhai and twirl for him to take a look from every direction.

"Bleh" he makes a vomiting face.

"I knew I am looking good" I say triumphantly. He rolls his eyes.

We all go and settle down in the car. "We will meet Raj their only" dad informs us.

I am so nervous. What will I say to him? Should I hug him? Or should I say 'I miss you'? Or should I just say 'I love you'? No no if I say 'I love you' then I would get embarrassed afterwards. And I am still mad at him for not saying those words on this same airport. So I will wait for him to say it. Is he same or did he change? I am going to give him a huge list of complaints. Ahhh it's first time that I have to think so much. In past it was not like this. Please don't let him change or worse... No no I don't want to think about it. Everything will be same. And I should be happy that he will be with me on my birthday which is on 11th November. And just after that Diwali (an Indian festival).

"Here we are. Soldiers get down" see that's what I was talking about.

"Aye aye captain" bhai is also turning into another copy of dad.

I get down from the car. And immediately I get a strike of nostalgic. It's like yesterday only I was here. Bhai rubs my back in a way to give comfort. I close my eyes take a huge breath and slowly breath out. I open my eyes and see Raj uncle and Suman aunty waving their hand.

"The flight will arrive in just 5 minutes" Raj uncle inform us.

I rub my palm to keep my nerves on bay. Shit I really can't believe I will meet him. Finally I will see him. I will see him giving me those heart warming smiles. I was really missing his sweet pecks and chaste kisses. I was really nauseous when the smiles and kisses which I was getting my whole life got robbed from me.

"The flight has arrived" Suman aunty replies. I see tears brimming in her eyes.

"Vihaan" bhai shouts and everyone comes Infront of me. My heart start drumming. My palm starts getting sweaty. I rub my palm to get rid of sweat.

'Disha you can do it'. I tiptoe but still was not able to see him. I just saw his hair. Same black hair which I used to rub.

I sidestep everyone and my eyes gets connected with his eyes. They were deprive of something but they were the same. The same eyes which used to give me comfort without saying anything. The same eyes that used to see me with love.

I slowly lower my eyes. His lips they were still same but more rosy pink. The same lips that used to give me kisses. The same lips that were always saying sweet things.

His defined jaw. It has become more sharp in these three years. He has some 12o'clock stubble.

His shoulders they are more broad. I think he is going to gym. He was wearing a black shirt with a jeans jacket. I am sure he has abs from how tight his t-shirt is. I guess his height is 6'1" now.

My eyes again goes to his eyes and I see him checking me out. I become self conscious. 'Shit I am looking good n. I hope nothing is looking inappropriate'

He starts walking towards me. In a lightning speed he engulfs me in a bear hug. "Shuhh don't cry buttercup" and that sentence broke me. One by one big tears started pouring out of me.

"I am here buttercup don't cry" he says kissing the crown of my head. This is the bliss. I really missed his kisses.  

I tighten my hands on his body. "I missed you" I cried.

"You didn't even called me" I complain still crying.

"I know I know". He pats my bum and I jump in his arms. He catches me. My gown rides up till my tighs so he takes me bridal style. Typical vihaan. He takes us both to the waiting car.

"I am mad at you" I again complain. I am not going to forgive him. He doesn't know how I felt when I come to know something about him from others and not from himself.

"I know baby I know" he scoots me more close to him. He urged me with his hand to straddle him. And I do but not before checking if elders are here. No one was in the car except me and vihaan.

I straddle him and keep my head in the crook of his neck inhaling his smell which has left my noes for years.

How ironic few minutes ago I was thinking what to say to him when I see him and now I am straddling him like we were never away from each other.

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