Rakshabandhan (one-shot)
“Here she comes…” His friend nudged him as the girl of his dreams walked in through the door. There was no need for that nudge, really. He lived for every chink of her anklets, every playful dance of her hair strands and the flutter of her thick eyelashes. The room brightened at her very presence and doves began fluttering around, invisible orchestras played the song of his heart and for that moment, only two of them existed. His heart thud-thudded as she walked up to him. She was gorgeous, he noted, his heart squeezing with the mere pain of knowing that she was not his, that she considered him nothing more than a friend. But he was thankful…At least that way, he got to spend time with her, know her and fall in love with her every time she tossed her mane behind her shoulders. There was a spark in her eyes and a dimple on her cheeks as she made her way through the crowd. “Hey!” He waved his hand at her. Still holding one hand behind her back, she waved her hand in greeting sidestepping...