Varun's POV

Each day felt the same. She would talk endlessly about this imaginary guy she liked from a story or movie. A familiar routine of banter, laughter, and shared moments. It always started the same. She'd ramble on and on about that imaginary, idiotic fictional guy she had a crush on.

Every time, without fail, she'd "blah blah" about how perfect he was. Me? I'd listen, nodding along, chiming in with the occasional "hmm hmm," even though my insides twisted at the thought of her dreaming about someone who didn't even exist.

I hated it, but I couldn't stop myself from listening. I'd sit there, nodding and pretending to agree, while inside, I wished she'd see me instead of this made-up character. It hurt, but there was a small part of me deep down, that found comfort in it. Not in the words, but in the way she spoke so freely around me, how she laughed and shared every little thought, without a filter, without hesitation that was just happy she was talking to me, sharing her thoughts without holding back.

Every. Single. Time. As much as I hated hearing her talk about that imaginary guy, I loved seeing her smile. What can I say? I'm a sucker for her happiness.

I hated hearing about her silly crush I might've hated the content but, I loved being the one she chose to talk to.

Seeing her so carefree, so happy, made me feel something... something good.

It's strange, right? Here I was, someone who loved her deeply stuck listening to her dreams about a guy who didn't even exist. But still, I wouldn't trade those moments for anything because, at the end of the day, she was with me, even if she didn't know how I felt.

I tried hinting, you know? posting love songs and cute couple videos on my Instagram stories. I even tagged her, hoping she'd get the message. I'd write things like, "One day, it'll be us," but what do I get? her replies were always the same: "You silly pig! 😂🤡." Every time, I'd smile and laugh, but inside, it stung.

And one more thing, as if my situation wasn't complicated enough, did you know I got a new enemy, it's none other than my friend, my brother, more like her brother now my enemy, "Sathya" She talked about him all the time, saying how he was like the brother she never had. I knew it wasn't romantic, but it still bugged me. Every time she mentioned him, it felt like she was bringing him closer and pushing me further away, even though I was right next to her.

Anyway, let me tell you about the other day. I was just chilling, making myself a sandwich-yes, I gave the maids the day off because I felt like it. As I was spreading butter on the bread, my phone buzzed. Not just any buzz-the buzz, the one I was waiting for. The one I had been waiting for all day. You see, I had set a special notification tone just for her. I know it sounds cheesy, but that's how much she meant to me. While I didn't care much for social media or even my phone, when it came to her, I was different. I never wanted to miss a message from her. I picked up the phone, heart racing as I unlocked the screen, and there it was: a notification from Instagram. She had seen my note. She had seen the note I posted earlier that day.

I open Instagram and there it was: she'd finally seen my note. I'd shared the song "Wanna Be Yours," thinking maybe, just maybe, she'd understand what I was trying to say without me actually saying it. Music speaks when words can't, right? I was hyped.

Thinking it would be my indirect way of telling her how I felt. You know, they say music can express the words you're too scared to say out loud, and for me, that song held every feeling I had for her. It was like I was confessing without actually doing it.

I figured maybe music could express what I was too scared to say. I waited all day for her to see it, and now she had. When I opened my phone, my eyes widened.

I was, standing in the kitchen with half-made sandwiches, and she had finally seen it.

When I opened my phone, my eyes widened. She had posted something right after seeing my note.

My world exploded. She had posted a note too, right after seeing mine. And what did it say? "Baby I'm Yours." My heart nearly stopped.

Could this mean what I thought it did? Was she finally realizing how I felt?Could she have actually been sending me a message, the way I had been sending her one?

I couldn't control myself. I was jumping around the kitchen like a total idiot. I'm not the kind of guy to do that, you know? I'm usually calm, composed, but not today. Today, I was a different person. I was shouting, laughing, spinning around like some lovesick fool. It was like I was on top of the world.My feet were practically floating off the ground.

But then, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I froze mid-jump, turning slowly, and there he was-my dad.

My dad is a man of few words. He's always been this serious, composed figure in my life. He stood there, wearing his usual black shirt and pants, holding his coffee mug in one hand and his phone in the other, looking at me like he had just witnessed the impossible like he saw a dinosur with 10 legs wearing a saree. His jaw had dropped, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. Standing next to him was Rukmani Aunty, the sweetest lady, the head maid, who had been with our family for years. She had the same look of shock plastered on her face. and me, being in the same position I froze.

Blushing isn't my thing, but there I was, turning red. I rushed over to my dad, still holding my phone, who was still in shock. i shook his shoulder and he got out of his shock state and looked at me ,showing him the screen like a kid showing off a new toy.

I was giddy, barely able to speak as I explained why I was acting so crazy. His expression shifted from confusion to understanding, and then, to my surprise, he smiled. My dad smiled. My father lost his smile a long time ago, he forgot how to smile after that terrible event I can't remember the last time I'd seen him truly happy, not since... well, not since the terrible event that had changed everything for us. But now, there was this genuine smile on his face, all because of her-because of Gayathri, my Panda. She had this effect on people, bringing happiness wherever she went.She had this way of bringing happiness, even to people who were usually serious like my dad.

He always cares for her like her own daughter. I share everything about my panda and what she does and how she makes me feel happy, he won't say anything just listen to my blabbers . whenever I share things about my panda his gaze turns different like he is looking at himself and listening to himself.

"She's something special, isn't she?" he said, his voice softer than usual. "Don't ever break her heart, son. Give her everything she deserves, and more,give her even this world if she want. Show her how much she means to you. And no matter what, never leave her, especially in her darkest moments. don't ever leave her, especially when she needs you the most." he said and ruffled my hair.

His words hit hard, like advice I had to take to heart, like a commandment I was bound to follow. But how could I ever break her heart? The problem wasn't me breaking her heart.The real problem was that she didn't even know how much I cared about her.And to make matters worse, she had a crush on my dad. Yeah, you heard that right. My first real enemy in love wasn't some other guy-it was my father.

She often says that she wants to marry my father and even asks me to give ideas on how to impress him. It used to bother me, but honestly, every girl had a crush on my dad. My father looks handsome, tall 6'5 frame, with a well-built body, a clean shave look, silky but wavy hair, sharp jawline, no one believes that he is 55 years old man, he looks like he is in the 21-30 age group, looked much younger-tall, handsome, and always well-groomed.

Wait....just why am I praising him....eww....that's enough praise for him-back to my story. maybe I can say about him somewhere he's not important hmph....

Dad hugged me, laughing, and suddenly, everyone in the house was buzzing with excitement. Even Rukmani Aunty was tearing up, seeing my dad so happy..it's good to see him like this. Everyone's dream is to see their father laugh with happiness .

I was still floating on cloud nine when I ran out into the mansion, shouting . Everyone-every single maid, driver, gardener-stopped what they were doing to share in my excitement.

The only thing I noticed is they all are truly happy seeing us like this especially Rukmani Aunty, she is with us even before I was born she helped my mother in our previous home.

She has tears in her eyes. Smiling at me then she looked at my father who was laughing at me like a child running around and shouting when the child got his new remote control car and yeah of course in his eyes I am still a kid. Rukmani Aunty had tears in her eyes, and I couldn't help but smile at her, and seeing her so happy made me feel like we were all connected by this one moment of joy.

But what really had me losing my mind was the fact that she had posted "Baby I'm Yours" right after seeing my post.

Ahhhhhh...... I can't even believe my eyes. I was so happy that I can't even tell how happy I am. I know she didn't take this seriously in her eyes I am her close friend but in my life she is more than my friend.My life. My life partner.

Every one side lovers can relate it ...our crush posts a love song but we one side lovers take that she is in love with us and she must have posted that song for us . Or when we and crush both wears the same colour dress that moment it's enough to complete everything in our imagination itself from proposing her and taking her to dates and talking to her parents to get married , marriage, our first night , babies that too twins one boy and one girl and living a happy life till death we complete everything in our imagination. Just like that I took this song too. I would have lived my entire life seeing this . To cherish this moment I decided to take a screenshot on which my note in Instagram " wanna be yours" next to my song her notes " baby I'm yours" . It felt like our love story was written in those notes.It felt like a sign, like we were meant to be together.

But my happiness didn't last long ........

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bye bye dear chellams ............muahh........

Image credit goes to the owner ...I just took these my Pinterest..

Chapter aesthetic:

Him listening to her blah blah :

He making Sandwich 🥪:

Notification:

His father:

Their hug :