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“So I look like a treat, huh? Then why do we need ice cream.” Softly I added, “Just have me...eat me.”
It worked. She blushed like a cherry.
“You are slowly becoming my world.” I sighed pulling her hand in mine.
“My feelings in this matter aren’t much different.” Sani whispered smiling dreamily.
“No. You’ll have to say it.” I urged but she just giggled,
“I have answered.”
Interlinking our fingers, I came to the earlier serious point of discussion,
“So when are you planning to tell me what was that about in my office?”
She seemed to be on the verge of denying, so I went on firmly with a no-nonsense tone,
“Who had put those things in your head about you being obvious and what not, in front of me?”
Sani started shaking her head,
“No one. I just...”
I did not even let her finish. Not buying the lie even for a moment,
“Bullshit! Tell me the truth.”
“It’s sorted now, so let it go.” She sighed heavily.
I remained firm,
“No I won't. Because had you not asked me today, it might have turned into a big worry for you again. Making you freak out and get the idea of me being better off without you, as you had felt days ago and tried to break up with me. I don't want that again.”
I gave her a warning look and she finally budged saying apologetically,
“I'm sorry. Actually, Rose had said something and I took it to heart. I thought I should clear it with you. Because I hated the idea that you might have laughed behind my back thinking I'm one of those girls, before we started dating.”
“I'm glad you cleared it with me sweetheart. And you have no idea since how long I have had feelings for you. No idea at all.” I said staring at her with genuine honesty and did not realize what I had blurted.
Sani scrunched her eyebrows, getting confused and curious.
Before she could cr
oss question me about my declaration, I told her in no uncertain terms,
“About this Rose, I don't think you should be friends with her at all. Cut her out from your life. That girl is cheap shit. She...”
I stopped and closed my eyes in regret over such language.
Sani gaped at me in disbelief,
“How could you use such words for a girl?! I always thought you are polite and mature, but...”
I nodded,
“I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have said so. But I'm serious; you must not continue this friendship.”
Sani scoffed humourlessly,
