Whew!!
Finally the day he had been waiting for had arrived.
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He started to get dressed.
The day he had imagined for so many days and nights; wished for with all the power of his heart had come true at last...
She had agreed to go out with him...
If that wasn't a foot in the door, he didn't know what was..
He pulled on a T-shirt with a smart quote written on it before pulling it off again.
He scanned across the various branded t-shirts lying in his wardrobe.
No, not t-shirts. Today was special. And special days warranted special clothes.
He sifted to the bottom of the clothespile to get the Maroon Shirt he had been gifted last year for his birthday.
Yes.
This would do the trick. He was sure she had only seen him wearing t-shirts and cargos till now.
This change would most definitely impress her.
He punched the air and did a double skip as he walked to the ironing board.
He switched on the Iron and set about styling his hair while the iron got hot.
What a tumultuous 3 months it has been.
The proposal.
The rejection.
His persistence.
Her denial.
Finally the wall she had built against him had started to crack. She had begun to accept him as part of life around her. As a Friend.
Maybe something more too in the near future, he hoped feverishly.
He ironed out the new shirt. It really didn't need much ironing, but he was determined to look his best for the first date of his life.
At last, satisfied with the ironed fabric, he put on the still hot fabric.
He always loved wearing the clothes while they were still hot from the iron. It gave him an extra feeling of being clean. The static charge excited him.
He admired himself in the mirror.
Not bad, he told himself.
Now all that was left was some good old perfume to finish the preparations.
He took the new bottle of the old brand and pressed the nozzle hard.
Amrith watched himself in the mirror as the shirt he had wearing till now disappeared in a burst of flames.
Fingers still unconsciously pressed on the nozzle, he watched as the flames spread towards the mouth of the nozzle.
One word escaped from his lips as he watched his date and life go up in flames...
'Aarthi...'
Finally the day he had been waiting for had arrived.
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He started to get dressed.
The day he had imagined for so many days and nights; wished for with all the power of his heart had come true at last...
She had agreed to go out with him...
If that wasn't a foot in the door, he didn't know what was..
He pulled on a T-shirt with a smart quote written on it before pulling it off again.
He scanned across the various branded t-shirts lying in his wardrobe.
No, not t-shirts. Today was special. And special days warranted special clothes.
He sifted to the bottom of the clothespile to get the Maroon Shirt he had been gifted last year for his birthday.
Yes.
This would do the trick. He was sure she had only seen him wearing t-shirts and cargos till now.
This change would most definitely impress her.
He punched the air and did a double skip as he walked to the ironing board.
He switched on the Iron and set about styling his hair while the iron got hot.
What a tumultuous 3 months it has been.
The proposal.
The rejection.
His persistence.
Her denial.
Finally the wall she had built against him had started to crack. She had begun to accept him as part of life around her. As a Friend.
Maybe something more too in the near future, he hoped feverishly.
He ironed out the new shirt. It really didn't need much ironing, but he was determined to look his best for the first date of his life.
At last, satisfied with the ironed fabric, he put on the still hot fabric.
He always loved wearing the clothes while they were still hot from the iron. It gave him an extra feeling of being clean. The static charge excited him.
He admired himself in the mirror.
Not bad, he told himself.
Now all that was left was some good old perfume to finish the preparations.
He took the new bottle of the old brand and pressed the nozzle hard.
Amrith watched himself in the mirror as the shirt he had wearing till now disappeared in a burst of flames.
Fingers still unconsciously pressed on the nozzle, he watched as the flames spread towards the mouth of the nozzle.
One word escaped from his lips as he watched his date and life go up in flames...
'Aarthi...'
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