Crush

As if scanning our faces, a spinning empty bottle gradually reduces speed and awfully stopped pointing its head towards me.

“Tshering!” girls in a room squeaked while some clapped in a sheer excitement.

“Truth or Dare?” girls shouted in unison. 

“Hmm…..” I swallowed saliva, which felt like a lump in a throat. 

“Come on! Be fast.” Sonam ordered.

“Ok. Truth.” I wouldn’t dare to do their dares. They have no mercy, seriously, yeah of course while playing games if not they are darling angels on the earth. 

“Who want to ask a question?” Thinley spoke louder than required.

“Tenzin?” Tashi said.

“You are the first, so, lucky you. I am gonna go little easy on you. Tell me who your current crush is?” She winked at me.

“Josh Duhamal.” I gave them a sheepish smile.

“Don’t lie, I know who he is.” Karma warned me.

“Honestly, JD is my crush.” I said.

“I didn’t mean a celebrity crush. A real one as in David Archuleta’s crush.” Tenzin explained though. 

“Ok. ST.” I said, immediately grabbing a bottle to spin for the next round as I felt the color creeping in my face.

“Oooooooo.” The wine they had was slowing ruling the atmosphere as they made an awkward O with their lips.

“ST as in Sonam T******, not our ex-jijajee.” Karma gave me an expression ‘Thank me later for this little huge favour.’

“Would you mind enlightening us with a full story?” Lhamo burped while asking me (yuck!).

“Rules are rules. One question at a time.” I said sternly as I rotated bottle for the next round.

As we continued the game, the lyrics from David Archuleta’s Crush was zoomed out and displayed clearly in my mind.

I hung up the phone tonight
Something happened for the first time
Deep inside it was a rush
What a rush

'Cause the possibility
That you would ever feel the same way about me
It's just too much
Just too much

Why do I keep running from the truth?
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized
So mesmerized
And I've just got to know

[Chorus:]
Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we could be?
Where this thing could go?
Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it real or just another crush?
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you?
Are you holding back
Like the way you do?
'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going away
Going away

Has it ever crossed your mind
When we're hanging,
Spending time, girl, are we just friends?
Is there more? Is there more? (Is there more)

See it's a chance we've gotta take
'Cause I believe that we can make
This into something that'll last
Last forever, forever

Just a Scene

“You are a male version of hybrid bitch.” She shouted in an utter dismay. Was she too harsh? Nah, it’s too less for the act he puts on. Thank god! She was kindly being sarcastic only.

Her words sting him right in the heart as he turned back with a clenched fist, eyes clearly expressing that he wanted to strangulate her at that moment. He pushed her hard on the wall, wedging her between him and a wall.

His glares perpetuated the tremors she felt within. She felt wobbly inside, but firmly stood with reflecting glares matching his.

“Damn you!” he punched hard on the wall deliberately missing her head.

He gritted his teeth and uttered each syllable clearly with a pause “Don’t. Provoke. The. Beast. In. Me.”

His eyes were so intense that she forgot what she needs to say next. She blankly stared at him.

He raised his eyebrows and urged her to continue. “I would never dare to provoke you.” She spoke before she knew what she was speaking, then she was laughing hard collapsing on the couch.

“Damn you! That’s not in a script.” He laughingly collapsed next to her.

“Ha-ha… I know. It felt so real for a time being that I forgot we are practicing for your next play. You are so passionate about acting. I could see it in the intensity of your eyes when you act. You are a born and gifted actor. I almost felt that you will hit me for a real.” She honestly confessed.

“Hey! You know that I will never hurt you.” He hugged her.

“Ouch! My ego. I am a villain on screen not in reality. “He teased her.

She elbowed him hard on the stomach.” Dear romantic Gabbar, get up.” He deliberately tightened his grip on her.

“Ouch… I won’t hit you doesn’t mean that you can hit me.” He releases grip to mend where she hit on head.

“I am hungry.” She gracefully made her way to the kitchen. The clinking sound of the utensils indicates that she was attempting to test her yet again debutante culinary skills.

“Wait! We will cook together.” He immediately rushed to rescue both of them from eating something gross. He had no intention of telling the truth that her food taste terrible, even dog refused to eat the leftovers. He was glad that she was putting heart to learn it.

“It’s fine. I will cook. You practice on your scene.” She replied without turning.

“No, we shall cook and practice together.” He joined her in cutting vegetables. Life together was very vibrant and natural like it was meant to be.