Handkerchief

Christian Pov's

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Ivanna broke the hug and we kissed. I was about to go inside the camp to bring my mobile to capture this lovely moment. That's when my eyes went on a handkerchief hanging on a chair to get dry. My eyes shot up when I realised it was mine.

"What the f*ck?" I groaned and took the handkerchief in my hand.

"What happened?" Ivanna asked, looking at me bewildered.

"Why did you wash my handkerchief?" I started wailing like a child.

"I found this handkerchief in your bag and it was dirty. That's why I washed it but why are you crying?"

"It was not dirty" I retorted and glared at her angrily then looked at my poor handkerchief.

"It was dirty and if it is not then also I just washed it. Why are you making a fuss about it" she asked and shrugged her shoulders.

"It's not any handkerchief which you washed. It's a memory"

"Memory?"

"Yes.. a memory. You use my handkerchief for the first time in the office to wipe chocolate from your face. I keep this as a memory and you w