Giving In

There are times when one has to go through the agonizing pain of waiting impatiently for someone—he had faced those situations rarely in his life.

It was one of those rare times when he sat by the huge window of the café she had sent the address to and waited for her to arrive.

To think that he was behaving weirdly ever since he met her would not be wrong. He was never pushy—never threatened or coerced someone into giving what he wanted. But there was also the fact that he was never rejected or treated indifferently just like how she loved to treat him. Moreover, he also never waited for a woman like he had been waiting for the last hour. Even to himself, he seemed strange.

Why was he doing all that?

He was sitting and looking at the time when finally, she decided to grace him with her presence.

He was glaring at his phone when he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up to find her standing there with all her glory.

He could not understand why he was left breathless for a