There wasn’t a moment in time where Pavitr wasn’t infatuated with you.
From the second he’d seen you he’d already had all his love in his hands, down on his knees begging you take it from him and keep it for yourself.
He’d let you cave your way into his chest, rip his ribs and lungs apart. Let you curl yourself around his heart and make yourself home in his chest.
Everything about you made him feel like a sailor to the sea, called only by the softened sounds of your calming voice.
And every day, when you laid next to him, sleeping curled up against his chest. He would trace every line and crease of your face, every feature your body held. Every mark and blemish and would call you flawless.
Would close his eyes when his heart started beating a tad too fast, and would thank every god he’d ever known for bringing him to you.
So when you had the audacity, the gall— to feel insecure about any one thing, he had to shut that down like his life depended on it.
—
You were shaking, the trembles brimming under your skin a thorough show of your unnerve.
You were at an event, a pretty tame one considering the other Pav had bring you too.
And in the midst of all the talking and introducing, you had lost him. In a sea of around 150 people, you were isolated. Desolate in yourself.
So to say you were anxious was an understatement. You berated yourself, the small voice in your head giggling and snickering at your own anguish.
You should go find him.
Ohhh, yeah, sure. Cause if he walked away in an event he’d invited you too, he definitely wants to be found.
Jesus christ, It’s not like that.
Someone had brushed up against your shoulder, you jerked away quickly.
“I am so sorry.” You basically pleaded with the woman before she could even speak. She laughed happily, seeming to be completely okay with what just happened. “It’s no bother, sweetie. I bumped into you,” She laughed again. “,I should be the one apologising!”
You laughed with her this time, calmed but still beyond nervous. She turned away, leaking back into the sea of the crowd.
You damn clutz.
It’s fine, she wasn’t mad. She was nice, what the fuck are you on about.
She looked pissed.
She was smiling.
You felt insane, talking to yourself like this, you were in control of your own thoughts, why were they so against you?
Walking along the edge of everyone, in a decision to go find your Pav, you scanned the room for his face.
In the far corner, a way away from you, you caught sight of him.
He was lent against a wall, in a packed party, his hands gesturing wildly as he talked to a group of people. He paused for dramatic effect, before saying the lunch line. The group laughed with him, joyous in light of the story.
One of the girls, evidently closer to him than others, laughed exceptionally loud. Giggling and tapping his arm as she did. Pressing closer to him in a stumble, or, what was faked to be.
Pav glanced at her, paying no mind, before he slyly brushed her off. Your heart strengthened a little at the act. But when she pressed even closer, and he didn’t do anything about it, the hope was shattered.
Told you.
Please be quiet, just this once. Please.
..Okay.
You went to turn around, to get out of there before you could make yourself worse, you knew you were being irrational, insecure.
But you couldn’t help it, and when the girl caught your eye and smirked, your resolve had been broke. You turned quickly. making your way away from the party, from your lover.
You needed to get out of here.
Your thoughts were quiet, a buzzing running your mind. There was a sting in the back of your eyes but it was dull, like static had been shoved into your cortex.
Bile had rose to the back of your throat, trapped and never fully being enough to make you gag it up.
You ran cross the busy trafficked street, the cars were barely moving, but you still waved them down in thanks or sorry despite.
Like a woman from her crimes, you ran.
—
Pavitr shrugged the lady off once more, shooting her a nervous look. He was uncomfortable, and people were starting to take notice, except for her apparently. Seeing as every time he pushed her away, she pushed back stronger.
A witching giggle erupting when he made his jokes. He didn’t like this, going to tell the woman off, that he has a girlfriend, before someone else had done it for him.
Gwen basically came out of nowhere, which given the watch on her wrist— wouldn’t be impossible. She shoved her way between them. Putting her arm around Pav’s shoulder and chatting loudly.
He shot her a grateful look, sighing in relief while Gwen took the girls spot. Geeking him like an old pal before anyone in the circle could notice anything amiss, slowly, but forcefully pushing the girl farther and farther away from her friend.
“What’s up, Pav?” She smiled at him, speaking over the music playing. People greeted Gwen as she did back.
“Nothing much, Gwen.” He was genuinely happy now, his friend bringing him a security he hadn’t felt before.
“Where’s the girlfriend? She’s been coming to a lot of these with you, hasn’t she?” Gwen glanced at the scowling woman when she mentioned her.
“Oh! Yes, She’s been getting more and more comfortable with my family! So more family events. I’m so proud of her,” The stars in his eyes as he spoke “,Getting more confident as the days go by. I’m so happy with her.”
Gwen smiled at him, genuinely in awe that her friend had found someone to love like that. Who loved him back just as much, if ever more.
“She left.”
The grating voice of the woman brought it seemed, everyone in the inner-circle to freeze. She sound so smug, so happily responsible.
“What?”
“Oh, Yeah! A while ago, actually. Saw her leave when we were talking.”
Gwen cut it, anger lining her voice.
“And you didn’t say anything?”
The woman tried to play off innocent, trying to make it seem like Gwen was attacking her.
“What! Why would I? She looked pretty upset about something, Im not gonna intervene.”
“…Upset?” Pav whispered to himself.
Gwen peeled off of him, turning to the woman and indirectly interrogating her.
Pavitr took the chance to slip away, already on his way to grab his back and find his web slingers.
He reached the entrance to the main room, thanking the staff and grabbing his stuff.
Pulling out his phone he clicked on your contact, a photo of your squished cheeks between his thumb and forefinger while he kissed your temple the contact.
Pressing “Call Mobile.”, he waited for your answer. Putting his web slingers on in the closest ally he could find.
“C’mon, Shonu pick up.”
He put on his mask, not bothering with the rest of the shit while the tone rang out. Cursing something sweet, he put his phone in his bag, and swung it across his shoulders, shooting webs on either corner of the building, and launching himself forward.
—
When you came to it, there was a knock at the door.
You had spent the better half of an hour sitting in your bed, doing little to nothing but thinking about every flaw you could behold.
The way your voice sounded when you talked.
How you got nervous so easily, always in need of Pav’s soothing words to talk you through it.
To how you cried so much, and the annoyance that would cause him.
Every other thing stacked up and piled into this ugly amalgamation of why he would want to leave you.
And it was a lot of things.
You groaned as you got up, wiping the tears from your stained face, and patting your eyes to make them seem less puffy as you opened the door.
Pavitr was right behind it, flowers almost dead in his hand from how high speeds he was going to get to you.
“Did someone die?”
“Wha— Pav, no. No one died.”
“Okay good, because I got these flowers thinking I could be romantic but then realised if someone had died, probably not the time for romance.”
You giggled, the thoughts clouding you mind fading away for a moment and you relished in it.
“Can I come in?”
His voice was soft, and with the way his free hand reached out to caress the apple of your cheek. Thumb wiping away the remaining tears and comforting your heart. You couldn’t refuse him. Nodding to him, his hand fell from your face. You opened the door wider, letting him through before closing and locking it.
He went for your couch, ready to sit and talk to you. He wanted to know why you left, and not to take that lady’s words to heart—. But if you were upset, he needed to be there for you. In his heart, his head, every sense of his self— That’s what should be as a partner. The shoulder to cry on, man to love, and to love you himself. To give his all to you and let you take anything from him.
You followed him to the couch, sitting next to him like a scolded child, guilt scratching at your gut.
He kissed your temple, placing the flopping bouquet on your coffee table.
“[Name], Whats wrong? Why’d you leave without coming to get me?”
You cringed, looking down at your hands. “I didn’t mean to—,” your voice was trembling. “,—I just..”
You cut yourself off, pushing the ball of your palms into your eyes, the tears falling from the creases of your eyes and being wiped away in the same beat.
“I freaked.”
You sighed out, shaking in every inhale.
Pavitr’s shoulders sagged, a kind of saddened relief. Still worried but not nearly as much.
“You know you can come get me anytime you need baby, you must’ve walked all the way here, I mean—“
“—I tried.”
He paused. The sentence making his words fall flat in his mouth.
“Thithli—“
“You were with that— that girl. And I couldn’t—“
“[Name].” His stern voice interrupted.
“Sorry.”
“Please, Pari, don’t be.” He grabbed your hands, coddling them up in his own and shuffling himself closer to you. His knees brushing yours. You looked up at him, watching the smile lines etched into his skin slowly from.
“You know it’s only you, right?”
He was as breathless as you, less of a nerve ridden thing. More of a bashful blow.
A dumb noise left your mouth, a whine mixed with a sob. “I know.”
“Shonu. You are the only person in any universe I could love the way I do,” He promised you, the sincerity in his voice putting your mind at an ease only he could bring.
“,You understand?”
He moved ever closer, slipping his hands from yours to grab your waist and pull you over him.
“Yeah—… Yes.”
“Good.” He smiled. He kissed the crease between your brows, smoothening it away.
Your teary smile melted his heart. Small whines still wracking your body.
“I know, Thithli, I know.” He whispered to you, rubbing your skin in hypnotising circles.
—
Later that week, you returned home to see flower (admittedly more alive) on your kitchen counter, chocolates and sweets placed next to it.
A basket of skin care, sweets and anything you could think of on your couch.
You put the flowers in your spare vase, running a small bit of water for the plants to drink. Putting the chocolates in the fridge, not before nicking one. The caramel of the sweet making your heart ache.
You entered your room, a small envelope with a heart on the lip gaining your attention.
You approached with a smile, slipping your thumb under the paper to pull out the card.
A spider-man themed card was in your palm, you giggled at the silly image of your boyfriend on the front.
You opened it up, the words “Happy Birthday! You’re eight!” Crudely scribbled out and replaced with Pav’s messy handwriting.
“Have a good day, Shonu. I love you.”