You're My Fate - Part 3
Ok, thank you for reading my story so far. I have decided to name the characters in this part: the male lead: Siva and the female lead: Rasiya.
From the name, you can tell it is an inter-religious love story. Yes, it is...
After that night, Siva dropped me at my PG and said with a smile, "Rasiya, are you free tomorrow? If you are, give me a call. I’d like to take you to my home." I told him I had office work the next day but would think about it and let him know. With a final wave, he headed back home.
Early the next morning, I was woken up by a call from Sivam—his full name. I was still half-asleep when I answered the phone. "Hello, Rasiya, it’s me, Sivam. Can I pick you up now?" he asked. I mumbled a sleepy response, shaking my head in groggy agreement. He asked me to get refreshed, saying he would be there in 10 minutes. I hung up and fell back to sleep, knowing that Sivam’s place was over an hour away from mine, thanks to the heavy traffic of the metro city.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again. "Hello, Rasiya, I’m at your place," Sivam said. I jolted awake in shock—it had only been a short time since our last call. I quickly told him, "Give me 5 minutes, I’ll be right down." I grabbed a towel, dashed into the bathroom, and began to brush my teeth. As I brushed, I realized that I hadn't taken a bath yet since I had just recovered from a fever. I needed hot water, but the heater wouldn’t make it instantly since I had only just turned it on. I washed my face, hands, and legs as best as I could and then got dressed.
I grabbed my sweater and rushed outside, where Sivam was waiting by his bike. I handed him the sweater I had been wearing and then remembered something, so I dashed back into my room. When I returned, Sivam had been looking at the sweater I gave him. I giggled and told him it wasn't mine, it was my friend's, he said it's ok you were wearing it yesterday, the same black dress I had worn the night before. It was the first time I was visiting his home, and he was a bit excited since he had never invited any guests to his house before. He lived with his cousin and childhood friends, making four people in the house.
The traffic was heavy again, and as we were stuck in it, I asked him how far it was. "Just a few more kilometers," he replied. "This is how I come every day to meet you." I smiled gently at him. When we finally arrived, Sivam went to the kitchen to get some hot water for me since I was still a bit cold from my recent illness. I followed him into the kitchen, where he was struggling to light the stove. I took the lighter from him and got the stove going. As the water began to boil, he gave me a warm and comforting hug. After a few seconds, I pulled him and told him that the water was ready. He turned off the stove, revealing that he wasn’t very familiar with the kitchen, not even knowing how to boil a cup of water. The water was too hot to drink, so I placed it under the fan to cool down and sat in a chair while he watched me. Suddenly, he gently pushed my chair towards him.
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