What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 75

"Wanna know how many kids?" He wiggles his eyebrows making me giggle.

"Sure, tell me."

"Definitely two girls. Names would totally be dependent on you. You gave them birth, you have full rights to decide. But I'd have rights to a few vetos."

I laugh, "Hmm, I still can't believe you thought about all this. I wish things were different."

"Do you? I mean, Harry is great, isn't he?" He asks and I don't know whether it's a trick question or does he genuinely wants to know?

"You gotta finish the veggies." I point to the plate of beans in front of him.

"You can tell me, Aditi. I won't judge." He says, looking at me with soft eyes.

"I know you won't judge. I just don't wanna talk about Harry with you."

"Fine, I won't make you feel uncomfortable." He gives me a smile and starts eating his beans.

"Fine! Fine!" I groan and he laughs.

"I knew you'd tell me."

"I hate it when you do that...make me feel guilty unnecessarily....urghh!"

He laughs again, "So tell me. Give me the deets." He says.

"Harry is good." I want to say great, but I stop myself.

"I mean, he is.... He is.... He makes me come out of my shell." I say after framing my words.

"That's it? Makes you come out of your shell? Seriously? Just tell me the truth! Or don't tell me anything at all." He rolls his eyes.

"Urgh, fine. Harry is really kind, caring and understands me better than I understand myself. He is so humble and down to earth. Funny and goofy. Makes me his priority." I say with a smile.

"Well, just like me but prettier." He says smugly and I roll my eyes.

"He is way different than you. You both are in no way similar." I scoff and he laughs.

"Whatever you say."

Our conversation from last light keeps playing in my head like a CD. It felt so nice to talk to him normally after so long. Though it was little awkward, but it felt good. I still can't believe he thought about us getting married someday and having kids. I madly loved him, yes. For me, he was the one. But I never thought of marriage. Salman never rushed me into anything. He always slowed down the pace to meet mine. I knew I could always rely on him to understand. Whenever, I was with Salman, I felt like I was in my comfort zone, like own own little shell. I felt safe and extremely comfortable in it. And Salman never forced me, for which I'll always be thankful. Where as Harry is like a storm I got caught in. And I came out of the shell. He whirls me around and I love it. His last minute plans, his little adventures, I love them all. Harry makes me explore and makes feel alive. It's like I've got wings and can fly. And I'll always love him for making that girl come out of her shell.

I grab my mobile off the side table of my bed and scroll through the numerous pictures we've clicked in the last few days. A small smile creeps up on my face. I've missed them all so much.

The whole gang comes to visit Salman daily, they mostly come in the evenings when they leave from their respective offices. Every day we take Salman up to the terrace and have dinner together. And everyday, it's the same vegetarian subway sandwiches. Which is getting quite boring to be honest. But Salman can't eat anything fried, oily or any kind of junk food. We have a huge debate on what else we can order, we search on Google the nearest restaurant that serve healthy food, but everyone is so damn hungry, so we stick to the Subway salads and sandwiches.