I hadn''t even realized when morning arrived. It felt like my sleep was quite incomplete, but Krishna''s rustling woke me up. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw him putting on a jacket, already dressed to go out. From the comfort of my blanket, I asked, "Where are you going this early in the morning?"


    He zipped up his jacket, flashing me a smile, and said, "I''m going to see the season''s first snowfall.... It didn''t snow this year until now, and look-it''s finally happening on January 1st.... Almost like it was waiting for today."


    "You were really planning to go without me????" I asked, pouting slightly.


    "I thought you''d prefer sleeping over watching the snow," he replied, tying his shoelaces with the same teasing smile.


    "Well, yes, I do love sleeping," I said, sitting up and blushing a little, "but if it''s about going somewhere with you, I''ll always prefer that-whether it''s to see the snowfall or... anything else." I trailed off, stepping closer to him.


    "Anything else?... What does that mean?" he asked, tilting his head and locking his eyes on mine.


    "I''ll tell you that later......! For now, let me get ready,... Please wait for me!!" I said, playfully dodging his gaze and rushing into the bathroom, my cheeks burning. As I got ready, I couldn''t help but smile to myself, replaying the conversation in my head.


    When I came out, I saw Krishna sitting on the bed, waiting for me patiently. As I put on the red muffler he had given me, I caught him silently smiling at me from behind. He didn''t say a word, but that gentle smile spoke volumes. Then, we headed outside together.


    As soon as we stepped out, the world around us was blanketed in white. The ground shimmered with fresh snow, and soft flakes were falling from the sky like delicate pieces of cotton. Snow was gathering on our shoulders, too.


    I gently brushed the snow off from Krishna''s shoulder and said, "You know,....I''ve heard that if two people watch the season''s first snowfall together, they will fall in love...."


    He looked at me, amused with a smile, as he gathered snow in his hands. "That''s something new I''ve heard today," he said, shaping the snow absentmindedly.


    "But I have a question,!!!" I said, pretending to look serious.


    "What is it?" he asked, glancing at me curiously.


    "What will happens if the two people are already in love ...And when they watch the season first snowfall together?will they fall in love again ??" I asked innocently, my cheeks warming as I looked up at him.


    He gave me a calm, neutral look and replied, "I wouldn''t know. Maybe you should ask those who are already in love."


    "Well, that''s why I''m asking you!" I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked away, shyly.


    But Krishna, with the teasing smile, shook his head and said, "This isn''t my first season snowfall with someone ....I was in Japan yesterday, and I saw snow already there,....so I don''t have an answer for you." With that, he turned and walked ahead, leaving me speechless.


    My heart sank a little. Who acts this rude? ....But I wasn''t going to give up so easily. Scooping up a handful of snow, I rolled it into a ball and threw it at his back. "Fine, maybe you''ve seen your season''s first snow before,


    .. but I bet you haven''t been hit by a snowball yet.... Congratulations for getting season''s first snow ball hit!"


    He froze for a second, then turned around, his eyes glinting mischievously. "You''re in trouble now," he said as I threw two more snowballs at him. Laughing, he chased after me, and soon, we were locked in a playful snowball fight.


    The snow was deep, and I kept sinking with every step, but Krishna would always catch me before I could fall. With him, it felt like I was reliving my childhood-a carefree joy I hadn''t experienced in so long.


    A little later, my friends joined us, and we all began playing in the snow together. Of course, they didn''t miss a chance to tease me about last night, but even their teasing couldn''t wipe the grin off my face....I glanced at krishna everytime after their teasing... Thinking about did he really forget about previous night chaos??....Still Everything about that moment-Krishna, the snow, and the laughter-felt perfect, like a memory I''d cherish forever.


    We had lunch with everyone during the day, and by evening, we were on a bus back to the city flat. Krishna wasn''t talking much during the journey; he was just listening to me now and then and smiling softly, as if lost in some thought. It seemed like some memory was occupying his mind.


    The next morning, we reached the city by train. During the train ride, I had been plotting a mischievous plan-a plan to strike a bold arrow straight at Krishna''s heart.


    As soon as we reached the flat, I made my first move. Sitting on the couch, I said dramatically, "Wow!.... This year is turning out to be so special for me!"


    Krishna, who was sitting beside me, unlacing his shoes, glanced at me and asked, "Why? ...What happened?"


    "Remember how I told you the first snowfall of the year makes people fall in love?... Well, guess what! Tomorrow, there''s a New Year''s program at my office, and my old crush is coming there..... Can you believe it? After so many years, I''ll finally see him again. His cute black beard... oh god!!!, it suits him so well.... He''s so charming!" I said, pretending to hide my smile as I added a dramatic touch to my words.


    "That''s great... enjoy yourself," Krishna said nonchalantly as he stood up, clearly trying to mask his reaction.


    "I wonder how he looks now with that beard and body,!!!" I continued, trying to provoke him further. "What do you think? ....Don''t you think guys look good with beards?" I asked innocently, looking at him with wide eyes.


    "Do you like guys with beards..?" he asked, turning back to face me, his expression unreadable.


    "Well, I don''t know about all guys,... but it definitely looks great on him," I said with a sly smile before walking into my room to unpack, leaving Krishna sitting on the couch, lost in thought.


    That evening, we cooked dinner together again, just like before. I kept teasing him subtly with comments about the bearded guy, but Krishna stayed quiet, brushing them off with his usual calm demeanor. Later, I went to sleep on the couch while Krishna silently went to his room.


    The next morning, his usual rustling woke me up again. This time, it was coming from the bathroom. Curious, I walked over and noticed the bathroom door was slightly open. Peeking inside, I saw Krishna standing in front of the mirror and was doing shaving. His cheeks were covered in white shaving cream, and I had to stifle my laughter with my hands to hide it.


    Hiding my grin, I asked, "Since when did you start shaving?"


    Without looking at me, he replied coolly, "Oh, I just don''t like keep a beard..... I''m just grooming myself, you know... hygiene and all....I do it daily ...Nothing new today!!" His tone was calm, almost detached, but I knew better. My arrow had hit its right mark, and I could see right through his act.


    Smiling to myself, I decided to push a little further. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," I said casually. "The party is near your yoga camp classes..., so why don''t you come along? You could get a glimpse of a 21st-century party too!"


    He wiped off the shaving cream and said, "Alright. If you''re insisting, I''ll come. Let''s see what these parties are like.!!!"


    I left the bathroom, struggling to hold back my laughter. Krishna''s reaction had been priceless, and I could tell my plan was working.


    That day, I took extra care to get ready. I wore something elegant, letting my appearance speak for itself. When I stepped out, Krishna glanced at me but didn''t say a word. On the way to the party, I brought up the bearded guy again, just to see his reaction. Krishna, as usual, listened quietly, not uttering a single word, but his silence spoke volumes.


    My game had begun, and I couldn''t wait to see where it would lead. The air between us was charged with unspoken emotions, and I knew something was about to shift.


    As we arrived at the party venue, I stopped Krishna just before entering and said, "I just got a message... the party is starting a little late.... Let''s go this way for a while.... You can see the whole city from there!"


    Krishna followed me silently, without a word. We walked to the edge of the slope and sat under a tree, gazing at the sprawling city below us. The view was mesmerizing, but my mind was occupied with my next move. I decided it was time to play my final card.


    Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!Pretending to type something on my phone, I started acting shy, glancing at him occasionally to gauge his reaction. At first, he ignored me, but as I exaggerated my gestures, he finally broke his silence.


    "Who are you talking to? Is it that bearded guy of yours?" he asked, trying to sound casual but with a hint of irritation in his voice.


    I looked up at him and smiled slightly, pretending to be caught off guard. Then, without a word, I held out my phone so he could see the screen. I had deliberately started dialing a number with a name that wasn''t his, the name was written with a heart emoji next to it.


    He leaned closer, squinting at the screen, and was about to say, "Who is this Kish... mish...!?" suddenly his own phone buzzed at that moment. Confused, he pulled it out and saw my name flashing on the screen, saved as Baby Baka.


    I quickly cut the call on my phone and turned to him, locking eyes. "Can I call you Kishhmishh...? You know, girlfriends give their boyfriends cute nicknames, right?.... And I don''t want to be a bad girlfriend who hurts her boyfriend''s feelings...."


    He stared at me for a moment before a smile broke across his face. "Kishmish, huhhh?" he repeated, clearly amused.


    "I''m sorry for... everything that happened earlier," I began hesitantly, but before I could finish, he interrupted.


    "Why are you apologizing when you''ve done nothing wrong....? If anyone made a mistake, it was me!" Krishna said, slipping back into his usual teasing tone.


    "Quiet....!" I said softly, pressing my finger to his lips to silence him. The sudden touch made both of us freeze. Our eyes met, and the tenderness in his gaze made my heart race uncontrollably. His lips were warm against my finger, and for a moment, time stood still. Overwhelmed, I pulled my hand back, blushing furiously. To mask my nervousness, I quickly stood up and turned away. "Let''s go, Krishna... the party must have started by now."


    As I began walking, I heard him calling me from behind, still seated under the tree. "Don''t call me Krishna... call me what you just said a while ago."


    I turned back, my cheeks burning, and shyly said, "So.. Kishmish... shall we go?"


    He chuckled, stood up, and walked toward me. Together, we made our way to the party. I was blushing so hard I couldn''t even think of what to say to him.


    At the party, I stayed close to Krishna, chatting casually with the people around us. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder, calling my name. Both Krishna and I turned around at the same time to see... him. He was My old friend-the bearded guy whom I had been teasing Krishna about.


    I smiled and shook hands with him by keeping my composure. But when he glanced at Krishna and asked, "Who''s this?" I felt a surge of courage. I reached for Krishna''s hand, looked into his eyes,and with a pride smile said, "He''s my boyfriend..."


    Krishna''s expression shifted in an instant-he looked startled, then quickly smiled, trying to hide his surprise. He extended his hand and shook my friend''s, his grip was firm yet polite. The three of us exchanged pleasantries for a while before Krishna excused himself, saying he had to leave for his yoga classes.


    As he was about to leave, I stood on my tiptoes and leaned close to his ear, whispering, "Can I tell you something?.... Whether you keep a beard or not, you''ll always look good to me.... Because no matter what, I''ll be always your girlfriend."


    Krishna turned to me, his smile was soft and genuine. He waved as he walked away, but every few steps, he turned back to look at me, waving again and again. My heart melted every time he glanced back. He looked so endearing, so boyishly sweet, that I wanted to run to him and wrap my arms around him. But I stayed rooted to the spot, watching him leave, my heart was full of emotion, my cheeks flushed, and my mind replaying the moment over and over.


    That night, I had come home late because of the party. I had already messaged Krishna from the office, letting him know I''d be delayed. When I finally got home, I found that he had prepared dinner for me. Though I wasn''t hungry, the thought of eating something made by him left me with no choice but to sit down and eat with excitement.


    Later that night, our conversation was casual-just the usual exchanges about how the day had gone. After finishing the dishes, I stepped out to find Krishna in his room. Hesitating slightly, I walked to his door, pretending to act innocent, and said shyly, "Kishmish... listen... it''s cold on the sofa outside, and if you don''t mind, could I sleep in this room tonight?"


    "Of course,!!! come in...!" he said, moving a pillow aside to make space for me.


    Blushing, I slipped under the same blanket of him, turning off the light as I lay down. Krishna had already turned to his side, his back was facing me. With only one blanket between us and no extra pillows, there was no barrier tonight-not even the makeshift wall of pillows that we usually kept between us.


    Breaking the silence in the room, I said nervously, "Kishmish... I left my pillow on the sofa outside....And, you know, I can''t sleep without holding a pillow.... So, if in sleep I accidentally grab onto you instead....,please don''t mind." My voice trembled slightly as I tried to control my heartbeat.


    "You can hold me now also....if you like...," he said softly, without even turning around. "It''ll help you sleep better."


    My heart leaped at his words....As If I was waiting for this answer. Slowly, hesitantly, I slid closer to him, slipping my one arm around his waist and holding him tightly. "Are you comfortable,?" I asked timidly, my voice was barely above a whisper.


    As I held him, it felt like I''d entered heaven itself. Krishna placed his hand over mine, gently stroking it for a while... He suddenly turned toward me, his eyes glinting with an intensity that made my heart race. With one swift movement, he slid one arm under my waist, the other resting firmly on my shoulder. He pulled me closer, enveloping me in his embrace.


    As his warmth surrounded me with coziness, he leaned in, his breath grazing my ear, and whispered softly, "Why only a pillow....? I could be your blanket too."


    My head rested against his chest, and I could clearly hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was so vivid, so alive, that it felt like it was echoing inside me. At that moment, his words lingered in my mind, their warmth spreading through me like a gentle fire.


    I tightened my hold around him, almost as if I were afraid he would disappear....His touch ...His presence ...would make the world seem blurred.... The sound of his heartbeat began to blend seamlessly with mine, the two rhythms entwining, until I couldn''t tell one from the other. Somewhere in that symphony of heartbeats, I drifted into the most peaceful sleep I had ever known.


    The next morning, I woke and found Krishna gone from the bed. He was already getting ready for his morning walk. Smiling to myself, I began to get ready too,.... this time he deliberately turned on the lights of the room, for making sure I would woke up without him having to say a word.


    During the walk, I went to pick a flower for him, as I always did, but this time, he beat me to it. Plucking it first, our hands accidentally touch in that process, after picking that up....he tucked it gently into my hair and said, "This suits on you much better than me....."


    I was left speechless, blushing furiously as I avoided his gaze. Smiling to myself, I followed him toward the yoga class. Once we were there, Krishna removed the flower from my hair, saying, "You focus on your yoga....I''ll take care of my flower."


    At the end of the class, he approached me with that flower in hand, but before he could give it back, Sandy interrupted, teasingly asking, "Is that flower for me?"


    Krishna glanced at me, then firmly took my hand, placed the flower back in my hair, and kissed my hand softly. "This flower-and I-both belong to her," he said, his voice steady and sure.


    Sandy smiled awkwardly, clearly taken aback, and began bombarding us with questions: When did this start? ....Why did you lie earlier about not being together?.... I was running late for the office, so I left Krishna to deal with her questions on his own.


    Since that day, it felt as if something had changed between us, something unspoken but deeply felt. Earlier, the nervousness I used to feel whenever I was near him had transformed into a calming sense of peace. The mere thought of spending a night without hearing his voice or feeling his presence had become unbearable. Every day, I found myself bringing him little gifts, calling him lovingly by my favorite nickname for him-Kishmishhh. I often wondered how he felt about all this. He never shared his real emotions...Why he so mysterious ....Sometime I feel like he is hiding something from me....? Did my gestures touch his heart the way his presence touched mine?


    We even celebrated Makar Sankranti together. It was a day I would never forget. First, we prepared the festive dishes together, standing side by side in the kitchen as if time itself had slowed down for us. After the pooja, we went up to the terrace to fly kites. He flew the kite while I stood beside him holding the charkhi. I watching his every move..... He looked so charming from behind, engrossed in maneuvering the kite with such skill and joy. From time to time, he turned to teach me how to fly the kite, his hands gently guiding mine.


    Of course, Sandy still found excuses to hover around him, just as she always did. But surprisingly, it didn''t bother me as much anymore. My heart had found its solace, and nothing else seemed to matter.


    Soon, February arrived with-Valentine''s week. We spent more time together, pretending to play the roles of boyfriend and girlfriend, though it hardly felt like an act anymore. I confessed my feelings to him in subtle ways, taking full advantage of the romantic occasion.....On one of the day even our surprises collided...I brought him kheer from outside and he also made kheer for me at home... It was a lovely day of exchanging each other kheers together and seeing him eating was next level cinema.


    On Kiss Day, I decided to tease him. "You''re celebrating all the other days-aren''t you going to celebrate Kiss Day too?"


    He looked at me with a mischievous smile, Suddenly leaned back slightly, and then, pointing his fingers to his lips and gesturing toward me, said, "Here, have a flying kiss!"


    "What?!" I blurted out, caught off guard.


    "Is there any problem with it....? A flying kiss counts in kisses too, doesn''t it? .... Do, you had something else in mind...???" he said, raising an eyebrow teasingly.


    "No, no! I meant the same thing! ....Stop misinterpreting things !!!.....!!!" I stammered, turning away to hide my embarrassment.


    As I tried to walk off, he called out, "Wait!.... My Baby Baka, where''s mine?"


    Blushing furiously, I turned back, quickly blew him a kiss, and ran off, my heart racing. I couldn''t stop thinking, What must he think of me....?


    The entire month of February flew by in a blur of happiness. Time truly does pass faster when you''re with someone you love. But as March approached and the festival of Holi neared, I felt a growing heaviness in my heart. I had to go home for a week to attend family rituals, and this time I couldn''t take Krishna with me this time.


    When I told him about it, he simply said he couldn''t come, as he had special yoga classes with international students during Holi. His words left me with no choice. I packed my bags with a heavy heart and went to the bus stop with him.


    As the bus prepared to leave, I couldn''t hold back anymore. I hugged him tightly, hiding my tears, and whispered, "Take care of yourself kisshuuu."


    He stroked my hair gently and replied, "You too...."


    As he walked away, the distance between us grew, and my tears finally spilled over as the bus start moving. Memories of our bus rides together flooded my mind. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through his photos, debating whether to call him. In my mind these questions were going on..... ''Am I being too desperate? Or Too clingy? .... What if he think I am so irritating...Should I call him now?!!!!''


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    So what do you think....


    Is it ok to call your boyfriend at any time...??


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    Sayonaraaaaaa??