The First Five Times - Two

The first five times that Khushi and Arnav didn't meet

Two.

The plain white scarf blew up in front of him obscuring his vision. He recognised the material instantly as plain cotton but as it glided across his face it felt softer than even Kashmiri hand-woven silk.

Arnav closed his eyes and let his skin experience the soft touch but the dupatta was gone all too quickly and floated away behind its owner like a devoted lover.

He briefly contemplated following the girl and sourcing the supplier of such soft cotton but brushed the thought aside.

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Khushi prayed for her sister, prayed that she would find true happiness with a truly worthy partner.  She turned away hesitantly before turning back and quickly adding a wish for a worthy partner of her own. 

The key, she tied onto the end of her dupatta to safeguard it from her own forgetfulness, not wanting to negate her wishes in any way.

He had no reason to believe in God but if there was one the only one wish Arnav would even consider making was for his sister's well-being.

Arnav deposited his key casually, the soft weight falling into his silk-lined pocket and pulled off his head-covering as he walked away.