She smiled at me and I sensed that she must have noticed where my eyes were. Coming back to my senses, I touched the foot of my massi and conveyed greetings, etc. I did handshake with Ankya as I was not sure regarding her comfort level with me.While walking out of the station, I was trying to make my cousin comfortable with me, and I was cracking frivolous jokes. She was joining in the conversation, so I sensed a comfort level between us.It was not like starting from scratch at least, so I proposed to them that I and Ankya will go on bike and Massi will go in an auto that would follow us. This way, Ankya can enjoy Delhi roads and both of them readily agreed to it.During the ride, at first, Ankya was sitting a bit distant apart, but I realized that whenever Massi autorickshaw made some distance from my bike, she was coming a bit closer but hesitant to come much closer. I also did not take any lead from my side as I had 1 full day to play my cards.We reached home and my mother started. Should I get dressed and leave, should I climb back in bed, or should I get dressed and go downstairs and fix coffee?I dressed and did the hair thing. I was beside myself, I was usually in control and right now, I wasn't. When I was completely ready, I opened the door and listened to see if I could hear anything downstairs. All was quiet so I went down the stairs. I reached the bottom and turned toward the kitchen. There I saw her balled up on the sofa. She was crying with her face buried in a pillow.I walked around to the sofa and sat on the opposite end. I didn't say anything. I just looked at her. She looked up over the edge of the pillow. Her eyes were red and tears were streaming from them. "Will you hold me?" she asked."Sure, baby, come here." She flew into my arms and buried her face in my chest and began to cry again. I held her and caressed her back. I didn't ask any questions. So much for my dry shirt... she soaked it. She cried for what seemed like forever yet it was only.
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