Love Me Like you do

Chapter 6

My days were rolling by, following a familiar routine.

Every morning began with my parents before they left for work. Once they were gone, most of my time was spent chatting with Simbu.

I studied, ate, cooked, and even slept with him on video call. Sometimes, I even attended his classes virtually, just to be with him. Watching him fly during his training sessions was my favorite part. He looked incredibly handsome in his pilot uniform, exuding confidence as he handled the aircraft with precision.

We helped each other in countless ways. I assisted him with his studies, while he supported me during my entrance exam preparations. He even knew all my tuition students’ names and loved seeing me interact with them.

Simbu had a special admiration for my classical dance. He often said the sound of my anklets was like anesthesia to him—it calmed him and made him smile.

He made me blush at least 100 times a day. His voice had become my addiction, and our mutual love for music strengthened our bond.

We listened to hundreds, if not thousands, of songs together. Our favorite was "Love Me Like You Do" from Fifty Shades of Grey. The lyrics felt like they were written for us, perfectly capturing our longing to see, touch, and feel each other.

Simbu’s favorite line was:

"You're the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much, so much."

Every time he said those words, my heart skipped a beat.

Even though we were busy with our respective studies, we never avoided each other.

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The Night Before My Entrance Exam

It was the night before my entrance exam. I was busy revising when Simbu called me on video.

“Simbu, hang up. It’ll be boring watching me study,” I told him.

But he didn’t listen. He simply sat there, staring at me.

At first, it was distracting, but eventually, I forgot about his presence and dove deep into my books. Hours later, when I came back to my senses, I noticed he was still staring at me.

I closed my book, smiled, and asked, “What are you staring at?”

“You,” he replied without hesitation.

I shook my head, laughing softly. His answer was predictable, but hearing it from him never got old.

“Kannama, I had a daydream. Want to hear it?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

“Okay, tell me,” I said, knowing full well he was about to corrupt my mind. And yet, I didn’t mind.

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Simbu’s Dream

“We’re married and living in a small, beautiful home,” he began. “I come back from a long flight, and you’re waiting for me at home in a red saree.

“It’s raining hard outside. When you see my car pull up, you come out with an umbrella. The dim light reflects on your face, and I can’t help but mumble to myself, ‘Kannama, you’re killing me.’

“I get out of the car, and you walk up to me with the umbrella. But instead of taking cover, I pull the umbrella away and let us both get drenched in the rain.

“You start to scold me, but I lift you in my arms and carry you inside.

“I press you against the door, water dripping from our clothes, and stare at your curves, completely visible under your wet saree.

“And then, Kannama, I…”

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“Simbu, enough!” I interrupted, laughing. “I can’t hear any more of your dreams, or I’ll forget everything I studied.”

He chuckled. “So, you liked my dream, didn’t you?”

I turned my head, avoiding his gaze, but secretly smiled. My hands moved to my neck, gently rubbing it as I tried to cool down from the heat his words had stirred.

“Kannama,” he said in a hoarse voice, “don’t show me how hot you are right now. I won’t be able to resist.”

“How did you know I feel hot?” I asked, surprised.

“The way you rub your neck,” he replied, his eyes focused on me, his Adam’s apple moving up and down.

I shook my head, smiling. “You’re too smart. Goodnight, Simbu.”

He frowned playfully. “Goodnight, Kannama.”

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After the Exam

I passed my entrance exam with 80% and secured a seat in my town’s best college for MCA.

Simbu was thrilled for me, though he admitted he felt a little sad that my new college would be co-educational.

“Kannama, don’t share your number with anyone in your new college,” he said.

I laughed. “I haven’t even shared it with you yet. Do you think I’ll share it with my new friends so easily?”

“Exactly. Why haven’t you shared your number with me? Do you still think I’m not worth it?”

Smiling, I finally typed my number: 8********9. “There’s nothing much to it—I just forgot to give it to you,” I said.

He immediately called me.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Kannama, it took months to get your number,” he teased.

We both laughed.

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Simbu’s Exam Results

Simbu’s results were announced a week later. I was at the temple, praying for his success.

When he called me, his voice was full of excitement.

“Kannama, my results are out. I scored 89%, the highest of all my semesters. You’re the reason behind this. I love you, Kannama.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. “Simbu, you made it. Congratulations!”

“We made it, Kannama. But listen, I’m going to be busy for the next few days. I’ll be traveling to a small town for training. There might be signal issues, so if you can’t reach me, don’t worry, okay?”

“Okay,” I replied softly. “Take care and have a safe journey.”

That night, I drifted to sleep with dreams of a bright future together. The dreams were so vivid, so beautiful—they felt almost real.

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