They never fought. Not once. This was the first. (If you can call it that)
He was furious, she seemed calm.
"Chalo, its late. Drop me home now"
"Because you are selfish, arrogant, narcissistic and only think about yourself"
"Yeah, that I know. What else"
"But that's only one part of you. The other part is the best thing that has ever happened to me"
Smiles. "I know that too"
"You're the perfect blend yaar, why don't you see it"
"I don't know why I should see it"
"True. You are lucky you don't. Else you would have ended up as fucked up as I am now"
"Pata nahi. I have known you since quite long now. You have the best personality I have come across in a woman. I love your attitude and your clean heart"
Intrigued. "Clean heart?"
"Hmmm, dil bahut saaf hai tera....... Ab yeh math bolna ki you knew this too"
"Naah, not really"
"Well, don't fly too much now. Jo bhi hai, par kamini hai tu"
"Hahaha, this I know"
"Dekh, that's why I love you"
That was the conversation they had as they were walking down the stairs, he slips suddenly and hurts his arm. They both sit down and she's massaging his arm to relieve him of pain.
"Ab kya hai?"
Grumbling. "I hate that I care so much about you"
"That's another thing I love"
An impromptu hug, a soft peck and then they leave. They walk close trying to reach out for each other's hand. But not quite yet.
God, are you freaking kidding me?!?