For weeks.... no, months ! Rohan had been saying it freely.
I love you.
Softly.
Playfully.
Honestly.
He said it in voice notes, half-asleep. He said it after arguments, like a bandage. He said it when she laughed, because he couldn’t help it. He said it like breathing...natural, effortless.
And every time, Asha would blush, roll her eyes, and silence him with a “I know.” How cruel of her, right? Hahaha..!
No .. Not because she didn’t feel it. But because saying it felt… huge. Too vulnerable, too raw, too real.... especially in a long-distance relationship where every emotion had to travel through screens.
She wanted her first “I love you” to be deliberate.
Not casual. Not typed out while half distracted.
She told him that straight to his face: “I’m not saying those words in a chat. It doesn’t feel real.”
So he waited. Patiently. Quietly hoping that someday she’d let it slip. Someday, the words would escape the fortress she built around her heart.
And then came that night.
It wasn’t a major fight.... just one of those little cracks that appear when two people love fiercely but differently. A misunderstanding. Some sharp words. Some stubborn silence.
She was hurt. He was hurt. Both knew, but neither wanted to admit it.
As the night dragged on, the argument softened but didn’t resolve. She was crying quietly.... the kind of crying where the heart aches because it feels misunderstood, not unloved.
Rohan sensed it. He always did. Always.
But he also knew she had work early the next morning, and he didn’t want this little storm to ruin her sleep.
So he tried to end it gently.
“Come here,” he typed.
“I’m hugging you from behind… tight in my arms.”
“A kiss in your hair.”
“Sleep well now, hmm?”
It was classic him... soft, romantic, soothing. Words that wrapped around her like a blanket.
But Asha… Asha wasn’t ready to sleep. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing. She couldn’t rest while something between them felt crooked.
So she kept texting.
She wiped her tears. Took a shaky breath.
And imagined his arms exactly where he said they were..... warm, steady, grounding.
Something in her cracked open.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
But enough.
She typed slowly. Deliberately. With hands that trembled just a little.
“Turns around in your arms…”
“Kisses your lips…”
“I love you.”
The words.... those impossible words ! finally slipped out of her guarded heart and onto the screen.
And for a moment, time actually stopped for Rohan.
He read it once.
Then again.
Then again.
His heart started beating too fast ... chaotic, disbelieving, overflowing. He sat up in bed, grinning like an idiot (well, he is an idiot alright?), eyes stinging, chest tight.
She said it.
She said it!!!!
His girl.
The one who swore she’d never say it on chat.
The one who guarded her feelings like secrets.
The one he knew loved him, but couldn’t bring herself to say it.
She chose this moment. This imperfect, messy, emotional moment. And somehow, that made it even more real.
He typed too fast, too excited, voice all over his words:
“ARE YOU SERIOUS.....??”
“YOU SAID IT???”
“BABY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU YOU SAID IT—”
He was crazy happy. He got the zoomies *giggles*.
The kind of happy where you want to run, scream, laugh, cry...everything at once.
He almost dropped his phone. He actually got up and paced around his room.
Because after all the waiting, hoping, teasing, longing…
She finally let her heart speak.
Not when things were perfect.
Not when she was composed.
But when she was raw, emotional, vulnerable.
There was no performance in it. No planning. Just truth.
The truth that she loved him.
That she needed him.
That his comfort pulled the words out of her without permission.
And he will remember that night forever...
not as the night of another fight, but the night she whispered “I love you” into a mess… and made it beautiful.
I love you.
Softly.
Playfully.
Honestly.
He said it in voice notes, half-asleep. He said it after arguments, like a bandage. He said it when she laughed, because he couldn’t help it. He said it like breathing...natural, effortless.
And every time, Asha would blush, roll her eyes, and silence him with a “I know.” How cruel of her, right? Hahaha..!
No .. Not because she didn’t feel it. But because saying it felt… huge. Too vulnerable, too raw, too real.... especially in a long-distance relationship where every emotion had to travel through screens.
She wanted her first “I love you” to be deliberate.
Not casual. Not typed out while half distracted.
She told him that straight to his face: “I’m not saying those words in a chat. It doesn’t feel real.”
So he waited. Patiently. Quietly hoping that someday she’d let it slip. Someday, the words would escape the fortress she built around her heart.
And then came that night.
It wasn’t a major fight.... just one of those little cracks that appear when two people love fiercely but differently. A misunderstanding. Some sharp words. Some stubborn silence.
She was hurt. He was hurt. Both knew, but neither wanted to admit it.
As the night dragged on, the argument softened but didn’t resolve. She was crying quietly.... the kind of crying where the heart aches because it feels misunderstood, not unloved.
Rohan sensed it. He always did. Always.
But he also knew she had work early the next morning, and he didn’t want this little storm to ruin her sleep.
So he tried to end it gently.
“Come here,” he typed.
“I’m hugging you from behind… tight in my arms.”
“A kiss in your hair.”
“Sleep well now, hmm?”
It was classic him... soft, romantic, soothing. Words that wrapped around her like a blanket.
But Asha… Asha wasn’t ready to sleep. Her heart was pounding, her mind racing. She couldn’t rest while something between them felt crooked.
So she kept texting.
She wiped her tears. Took a shaky breath.
And imagined his arms exactly where he said they were..... warm, steady, grounding.
Something in her cracked open.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
But enough.
She typed slowly. Deliberately. With hands that trembled just a little.
“Turns around in your arms…”
“Kisses your lips…”
“I love you.”
The words.... those impossible words ! finally slipped out of her guarded heart and onto the screen.
And for a moment, time actually stopped for Rohan.
He read it once.
Then again.
Then again.
His heart started beating too fast ... chaotic, disbelieving, overflowing. He sat up in bed, grinning like an idiot (well, he is an idiot alright?), eyes stinging, chest tight.
She said it.
She said it!!!!
His girl.
The one who swore she’d never say it on chat.
The one who guarded her feelings like secrets.
The one he knew loved him, but couldn’t bring herself to say it.
She chose this moment. This imperfect, messy, emotional moment. And somehow, that made it even more real.
He typed too fast, too excited, voice all over his words:
“ARE YOU SERIOUS.....??”
“YOU SAID IT???”
“BABY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU YOU SAID IT—”
He was crazy happy. He got the zoomies *giggles*.
The kind of happy where you want to run, scream, laugh, cry...everything at once.
He almost dropped his phone. He actually got up and paced around his room.
Because after all the waiting, hoping, teasing, longing…
She finally let her heart speak.
Not when things were perfect.
Not when she was composed.
But when she was raw, emotional, vulnerable.
There was no performance in it. No planning. Just truth.
The truth that she loved him.
That she needed him.
That his comfort pulled the words out of her without permission.
And he will remember that night forever...
not as the night of another fight, but the night she whispered “I love you” into a mess… and made it beautiful.
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