Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Almost Perfect

Whether it's a good omen as Neha says it or not, maybe you can judge for yourself after reading this passage to the end. Because that day, unexpectedly, HansH came to me.

"Hi" said.

HansH Mahesvara's familiar voice to my sense of hearing made my closed eyes instantly open. Sure enough, HansH, that handsome man was standing right in front of me with a handkerchief.

"You need this to wipe your tears" she said, sticking out her white handkerchief.

I'm picking it. "Thank you" I said.

"Together."

I wiped my tears until I was no longer.

"Are you the girl from yesterday...?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What hit me at the Christmas market?"

"true."

"Emmm... The Zi... The Zi... Zia's? If it's not wrong, it's your name, right? Zia?"

Oh, it turns out he remembered my name. "Yes, I'm Zia who hit you yesterday at the Christmas market. Shameful moments are hard to forget."

This time I saw a little smile on that handsome face. "Don't take it personally, but I think it's true."

"yeah. I know."

"Would you make coffee?"

"Eh?" My forehead shrinks.

"Emm... breakfast?"

"Oh, sorry, but. I. I've had breakfast."

"Dearly enough. I'm hungry."

"Hungry? I have a sandwich, you want one?"

"Sandwich?"

"yeah. If you want, here, for you."

"Seriously? For me? You don't mind?"

I smile. "Eat. But there's only mineral water, I don't have coffee."

"OKAY. Thank you." Thank you."

HansH. And I was happy because it meant that he believed in me and didn't think that I was the bad guy who wanted to poison him with the sandwich.

What, anyway...? Mostly watch the drama...? Haha!

But alas, as HansH sat in the garden and was about to eat his sandwich, someone came up to us. A young and beautiful girl. Looks like my age.

"I've been looking for you since. Why are you even here? You're not gonna avoid our engagement anymore, are you?"

Ughhhh! So annoying.

I'd better get away than I get caught between HansH Mahesvara's romance dramas.

However, as I turned to leave, I saw Brother Sanjeev from a distance. He looked at me angrily and then left me who was now feeling restless.

She must be mad at me because I didn't listen to her words to stay away from HansH. But really, if you don't explain to me why you hate HansH, how can I judge if HansH is really as evil as you say he is? HansH seems like a good guy. My heart believes that.

Then I realized, what happened to me? How can I trust the HansH I have met twice - - so much, and, in fact, doubt the Kak Sanjeev whom I have known for almost twenty years?

No, Zia. You wrong. You made a mistake in doubting him. She's your family. The only brother and family you have. You must believe and obey his words. Stay away from it and forget that you ever knew HansH. For the sake of Brother Sanjeev. Do it for your brother. Okay, Zia? Pleases....

But the next morning, fate brought me back to meet HansH Mahesvara. Something I didn't expect at all because we met at Harry's. That morning I went there on purpose before meeting Neha and bringing breakfast for the two of us. That day I was still staying at his apartment while he was gone from six in the morning to stalking his girlfriend who didn't come home last night, he heard information that his girlfriend was staying at the hotel with another girl. He went away quietly leaving me still curled up in his bed, and after he got the bad reality in his love story, he sobbed and instead asked for extra sandwiches and espresso, latte, and cappuccino at once. A broken heart made him starve. And I knew I had to fulfill her request.

Well, Neha's heartbreak brought me back to HansH. I was standing in front of the counter to pick up my order, and, as it turned out - unexpectedly HansH was standing behind me.

"Hi," his heavy voice said behind my right ear, making me jump and barely save my sandwich that had slipped out of hand. Fortunately the food was still Neha's soul mate so I managed to save her.

And, when I refocused on the situation and circumstances, I turned around, my gaze immediately greeted the scarf with green, brown, stripes, and the cream then moved upwards reaching the shy smile of the man I met yesterday. My breath was stuck in the back of my throat and I could only nod at him.

"I'm sorry. emm... it makes you surprised."

"I'm fine. It's ok."

"Thank you."

"What are you doing here? Want breakfast?"

"Take a way. Yesterday I hadn't had time to eat a sandwich from you, I took it home and my sister asked for it. He really likes the taste. So, this morning he asked for it again and he wanted me to buy it myself."

Oh, that's so sweet. He's an amazing sister.

I smile. "You're a good brother. It's amazing."

"By the way, we've met three times, I still don't know how the face behind the mask is."

Amused, I shook my head because of his straightforwardness. "Just be wild. Let me wonder at my face."

"intriguing. Mysterious girl." He looked at me and this time there was something in his eyes beyond just interest. The acute curiosity.

Astonished, I opened my mouth to reply, but just at that moment a shout from behind us caused him to turn his head.

"Boss, we gotta go! Now!"

What happened next was so fast that even now with the annoyance the details remain vague in my mind. But here's what I know.

When he turned back to face me, the way he looked at me made me unable to breathe. The kind of gaze you see in movies when the groom turns to see the bride walk over for the first time: a strong and sharp mix of shock, shock, surprise, and love covers everything and stops the heartbeat. That was the look that Sister Sanjeev should have given when I revealed to her that I loved her. But he's not Sanjeev, and that's part of the problem. Because, other than not being the man I said love to, this man was perfect: from his pitch-black eyes and his sincere gaze and timid smile to the woody scent of his scent that now surrounded me, but that's mainly because of what happened next...

He took a step back and I could see the debate going on in his eyes while the voice behind him came back calling out, more urgently this time. "We have to go! Come on!"

"Awhile...!" he exclaimed back, just as a rushed visitor smashed into his shoulder, momentarily making him lose his balance and fall into my arms.

Oh....

In shock, I held onto her and her sturdy arms stretched out to hold my back. The shock immediately spread all the thoughts in my mind. With my heart pounding, I looked up into his eyes.

"It's a pity, but I have to go," he whispered, his lips just inches from my face warmly breath stroking my skin. "See you later."

Ah, that moment was so sweet. Almost perfect. Almost. But not yet. Because, that day, the last day I met him -- as Zia.