12 48 Hours In Goa
Two months didn’t sound like much when I first said it.
At that moment, it had felt simple—necessary, even. A pause. A boundary. Something responsible. Her boards mattered, and I didn’t want to be the reason she lost focus. It was the right decision.
But living through those two months?
That was anything but simple.
Life moved on, of course. My days were filled with college—final submissions, long lectures, projects that refused to end. I kept myself busy, almost deliberately, as if staying occupied would somehow quiet everything else.
It didn’t.
Because no matter how full my schedule was, she found a way into every gap.
In the quiet moments between classes.
In the drive back home.
In the late nights when I finally lay down, exhausted but unable to sleep.
She was always there.
And the worst part wasn’t missing her.
It was seeing her… and still having to stay away.
She came over often. Study sessions with Diya, books spread across the table, both of them buried in notes and formulas. From a distance, it all looked normal—just two girls preparing for their exams.
But nothing about it felt normal to me anymore.
Not when one glance at her was enough to pull me back into everything I had been trying to control.
The way she would sit, completely focused, her hair tied up messily, a faint crease between her brows as she tried to solve something. The way she absentmindedly bit her pen or tucked her hair behind her ear.
Small things.
But they weren’t small to me.
Not anymore.
So I stopped staying around.
Every time she came over, I found a reason to leave. Sometimes it was college work, sometimes it was just an excuse I didn’t even bother explaining properly.
Anything was better than staying in the same space as her and pretending nothing had changed.
Because it had.
Completely.
And I didn’t trust myself enough to ignore it.
Not when I knew how easily I could give in.
Not when I knew she would too.
So I chose distance.
I chose patience.
For her.
For what she was working toward.
And somewhere in between all of that, I found myself hoping—quietly, constantly—that she was doing okay. That she wasn’t stressing too much. That she would walk out of those exams with confidence.
Because she deserved that.
More than anything else.
And then, finally… the day came.
Her last paper.
I knew it the moment I woke up. The date had been sitting in the back of my mind for weeks, and now that it was here, I couldn’t focus on anything else.
The day dragged.
Every hour felt longer than it should have, like time was deliberately slowing down just to test me one last time.
By evening, I knew she would be done.
Free.
The thought alone stirred something restless inside me—something I had been holding back for two whole months.
By night, I stopped pretending I could wait any longer.
So I went to her.
Her window was unlocked.
It made me shake my head slightly, a faint smile tugging at my lips. Some things never changed.
I climbed in quietly, landing inside her room without making much noise. The soft glow of a bedside lamp lit the space, warm and calm.
And there she was.
Standing near her desk, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, her expression tired but peaceful.
For a second, I just looked at her.
Two months.
And somehow, she still had the same effect on me.
She turned at the sound.
Her eyes widened instantly.
“Ansh…?”
There was surprise in her voice. Shock.
And then, just as quickly—something softer replaced it.
“Ansh!”
Before I could even respond, she moved.
Straight toward me.
Her arms wrapped around me tightly, like she had been holding that back for far too long. The force of it made me take a small step back, but I didn’t loosen my hold.
I pulled her closer instead.
Holding her the way I had wanted to for weeks.
The way I had stopped myself from doing every single time I saw her.
“You’re done?” I murmured, my voice low against her hair.
She nodded, still pressed against me. “Today was the last paper…”
A quiet sense of relief settled in me.
“Good,” I said softly.
Not just because her exams were over.
But because now—
There was nothing left holding us back.
She pulled away slightly after a moment, just enough to look up at me.
There was something in her eyes—relief, happiness… and something deeper that mirrored everything I had been feeling.
“You came,” she said.
A small smile escaped me. “You thought I wouldn’t?”
Her lips curved faintly.
And just like that, the distance of two months disappeared.
I didn’t think.
I didn’t hesitate.
I kissed her.
It wasn’t slow.
It wasn’t careful.
It was everything that had been building up—every moment of restraint, every glance we avoided, every second we had spent pretending this wasn’t happening.
She responded instantly.
Like she had been waiting just as much.
Her fingers gripped my shirt, pulling me closer, and I let her. My hand came up to her face, holding her there as I deepened the kiss, feeling the way she melted into it.
There was no hesitation.
No uncertainty.
Just familiarity… and something stronger than before.
Something that had grown in the distance.
A soft breath escaped her, and it hit me harder than I expected.
I had missed this.
Missed her.
When we finally pulled back, it wasn’t because we wanted to. It was because we had to.
Her forehead rested against mine, both of us still holding onto each other, breathing unevenly.
“Two months,” she whispered.
I exhaled quietly. “Yeah.”
Her fingers tightened slightly in my shirt.
“I hated you for that,” she muttered.
A faint smile touched my lips.
“Did you?”
She looked up at me, her expression soft but honest.
“Every single day.”
Something shifted in my chest at that.
My thumb brushed gently against her cheek.
“Good,” I said softly.
Her brows furrowed. “Good?”
“Because I felt the same.”
And this time, when I kissed her again—
There was nothing left to stop us.
The room felt different now.
Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the way the air itself seemed heavier, filled with everything we hadn’t said for two months. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was finally here… close, within reach, no distance, no restraint.
I didn’t let go of her hand as I led her toward the bed.
She came with me without hesitation.
We sat down first, side by side, our shoulders brushing, both of us still catching our breath, still settling into the reality of being this close again. After a moment, she shifted, turning slightly toward me, tucking one leg beneath her as she leaned back on her hands.
I watched her.
Really watched her.
There was still that faint flush on her cheeks, her lips slightly swollen, her hair falling messily around her face. She looked… undone.
Because of me.
The thought settled deep.
“You have no idea how much I missed this,” I said quietly.
Her eyes flickered up to mine, soft but teasing. “Missed this… or missed troubling me?”
A small smirk tugged at my lips. “Both.”
She rolled her eyes, but the smile didn’t leave her face.
For a moment, we just sat there like that—comfortable, close, the tension easing into something warmer.
Then something crossed my mind.
Something I had been planning for weeks.
I leaned back slightly, resting my weight on my palms. “By the way… I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”
She raised a brow. “That sounds serious.”
“It is,” I said, though the hint of a grin gave me away.
Her expression shifted into curiosity. “What?”
I held her gaze for a second longer before saying it.
“Our forty-eight hours.”
The reaction was instant.
Her cheeks flushed deeply, her eyes widening just a little before she quickly looked away. “Ansh…”
I chuckled softly at how easily she gave herself away. “What? You thought I forgot?”
She shook her head, still not meeting my eyes. “No, but… hearing you say it like that…”
“That’s exactly how I meant it,” I said, my voice dropping slightly.
That made her look at me again.
And this time, she didn’t look away.
I leaned in just a little closer, lowering my voice. “Two nights. Three days.”
Her breath hitched slightly.
“Goa.”
For a second, she just blinked at me.
“Goa?” she repeated, clearly surprised.
I nodded. “I’ve already looked into it. Booked a resort… quiet place, not too crowded. Good privacy.” I paused, watching her reaction. “Used my savings. Worth it.”
Her expression softened, a mix of excitement and disbelief flickering across her face.
“You… already planned all this?”
“Of course I did.”
She shook her head slightly, almost laughing under her breath. “You’re insane.”
“Efficient,” I corrected.
That made her smile.
But then, slowly, the smile faded into something more thoughtful. Her brows drew together slightly as reality set in.
“Ansh…” she started hesitantly. “The plan is amazing, but… what am I supposed to tell my parents?”
There it was.
The real problem.
I had been waiting for that.
A slow smirk spread across my face.
“I already thought about that.”
She looked at me immediately. “Of course you did.”
I shifted slightly closer, lowering my voice as if sharing some secret plan. “My family is going to my nani’s village this weekend. There’s a wedding.”
Her eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh… yeah. Diya mentioned that.”
I nodded. “So you tell your parents that Diya insisted you come along.”
She blinked, processing it.
“That actually…” she paused, considering. “That actually sounds believable.”
“I know.”
But she wasn’t fully convinced yet.
Her brows furrowed again. “What if they call? They’ll ask Diya or your mom.”
I didn’t even hesitate.
“Give them my number.”
She stared at me.
“They can call me,” I continued calmly. “I’ll handle it.”
“You’ll lie to them?” she asked, half shocked, half impressed.
“If needed.”
She shook her head slowly, a smile creeping in despite herself. “You’ve really planned everything, haven’t you?”
“Precautions,” I said simply. “Future wifey.”
Her cheeks warmed instantly at that.
“Also,” I added, “you tell them Diya’s phone isn’t working. Say it’s in repair. My parents will be busy with wedding arrangements. So if they need anything, they’ll call me.”
I winked lightly.
For a second, she just looked at me.
Then she laughed softly, shaking her head.
“You know what?” she said, leaning a little closer. “I’m actually in love with this genius mind of yours.”
Before I could respond, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.
It lingered just enough to make something shift inside me again.
I turned my head slightly, my gaze dropping to her lips.
“Then let me show you what else this genius mind can do,” I murmured.
Her breath slowed.
I leaned in, closing the small distance between us, my hand coming up to gently tuck her hair aside. My lips brushed against her neck, slow, deliberate, leaving soft kisses along her skin.
She inhaled sharply, her back arching just a little in response.
God, I had missed this.
The way she reacted.
The way she felt in my hands.
I let my lips linger, moving slightly lower, feeling her fingers tighten in my shirt—
And then she pushed me back.
Not forcefully.
Just enough.
I stilled immediately, lifting my head to look at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven, but her eyes… steady.
“We waited for two months,” she said softly.
I didn’t say anything.
“Three more days,” she continued, holding my gaze. “We can do that.”
There was something in her voice—firm, but not distant.
Controlled.
Intentional.
I studied her for a moment.
Then slowly, a smile formed on my lips.
“Fair enough.”
I leaned back slightly, giving her space but not breaking the closeness between us.
“Goa it is, then.”
Her lips curved into a small smile.
And for the first time in two months—
Waiting didn’t feel that hard anymore.
Friday arrived faster than either of them expected.
For Niyati, the morning felt unreal—like she was stepping into something she had only imagined in quiet moments. Her bag was packed the night before, not too much, just enough for a “village stay” as far as her parents knew. But her heart knew better.
This wasn’t a simple trip.
This was their time.
Her parents moved around the house as usual, unaware of the storm of excitement running through her. When they offered to drop her, she shook her head quickly, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Ansh is coming to pick me up,” she said. “We’ll all go together from there.”
They didn’t suspect a thing.
Her mother simply nodded, reminding her to take care, to call if needed, to behave properly—normal instructions that felt almost ironic considering what she was actually about to do.
Niyati smiled, nodded, and played her part perfectly.
Soon enough, her parents left for work, the house falling quiet behind them.
And just a few minutes later—
A car pulled up outside.
Her heart skipped instantly.
She didn’t need to look twice to know it was him.
Grabbing her bag, she quickly locked the door and gate just the way her mother had instructed. Every small action felt heavier today, like she was stepping further and further into something irreversible.
Then she walked toward the car.
Ansh was already watching her.
A slow smile spread across his face as she opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat, tossing her bag into the back.
For a second, neither of them spoke.
They just looked at each other.
Two months of waiting.
Three days ahead.
It was all there in that one glance.
Ansh reached for her hand without a word, his fingers wrapping around hers before lifting it gently to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss against her palm, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Ready for the adventure?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.
A soft laugh escaped her, her cheeks warming.
“Yes,” she said, her voice filled with excitement. “Very much.”
That was all he needed.
With a small chuckle, Ansh started the car and drove off.
The drive felt like a world of its own.
Time blurred between music playing softly in the background, random conversations, comfortable silences, and moments where they simply existed beside each other without needing to say anything.
Niyati rested her head against the window at times, watching the scenery change, her excitement growing with every passing kilometer. And every now and then, she would turn to him, saying something random, something small—just to keep the moment alive.
Ansh listened.
Watched.
Memorized.
Because this… this was different.
This wasn’t stolen moments in empty rooms or rushed glances in crowded spaces.
This was real time.
Uninterrupted.
And he was already starting to feel something deeper settle in his chest.
By the time they reached Goa, the sun was still high, casting a warm golden light over everything.
The air itself felt different—lighter, freer, carrying a faint scent of salt and sea.
Niyati stepped out of the car and immediately looked around, her eyes lighting up like a child seeing something magical for the first time.
“We’re actually here,” she said, almost to herself.
Ansh leaned against the car for a moment, watching her.
And just like that—
He forgot everything else.
Because the way she smiled, the way her excitement showed so openly on her face… it did something to him.
Something he wasn’t even trying to control anymore.
“Come on,” he said finally. “Let’s eat first.”
She nodded eagerly.
They found a small local place nearby—not too fancy, but lively, filled with the hum of conversations, clinking plates, and the rich aroma of spices.
They sat across from each other, sharing food, passing bites back and forth like it was the most natural thing in the world.
At one point, Niyati insisted he try something from her plate, holding it up toward him with a stubborn expression.
“Just try it,” she said.
“I’ve had it before,” he replied.
“Not from my plate,” she shot back.
He laughed softly and leaned forward, taking the bite just to satisfy her.
“Happy?”
“Very,” she grinned.
Moments like that felt simple.
But to Ansh, they weren’t.
They were everything.
Because he wasn’t just looking at her anymore.
He was feeling her presence in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to before.
After lunch, they stepped out into the lively streets.
Goa moved around them in its own rhythm—colorful shops, street vendors calling out, music drifting from nearby cafes, the occasional sound of waves crashing in the distance.
And Niyati—
She absorbed all of it.
Every little thing excited her.
She stopped at random stalls, pointing at small trinkets, trying on sunglasses she didn’t need, laughing at things that didn’t even make sense.
At one point, she spotted a small roadside stand selling handmade bracelets and dragged Ansh toward it without a second thought.
“Look at these!” she said, picking one up.
“You already have one,” he reminded her, his gaze briefly flicking to the bracelet he had given her.
She smiled softly at that but still continued looking.
“This one’s different,” she insisted.
He didn’t argue.
He just stood there, watching her.
Because the truth was—
He didn’t care what she was looking at.
He was looking at her.
The way her eyes sparkled with excitement.
The way she talked non-stop when she liked something.
The way she completely forgot everything else when she was happy.
And somewhere between all of that, a quiet realization settled deeper within him.
He wasn’t just attracted to her.
He wasn’t just caught up in the thrill of what they were doing.
He was falling.
Slowly.
But surely.
As the afternoon stretched on, they walked along quieter parts of the street, the noise fading slightly into a more peaceful atmosphere.
At one point, Niyati slowed down, walking beside him instead of pulling him everywhere.
Her hand brushed against his.
Then, without thinking too much, she slipped her fingers into his.
He didn’t react immediately.
But his grip tightened just a little.
And neither of them let go.
By the time the sun began to dip slightly, casting softer hues across the sky, they finally made their way toward the resort.
But something had already shifted.
Because this trip—
It wasn’t just about the promise of stolen moments anymore.
It was becoming something more.
Something deeper.
And Ansh could feel it with every passing second.
He just didn’t know yet—
How much it was going to change everything.
By the time they finally reached the resort, the sun had begun to soften, casting a warm golden glow over everything.
Niyati stepped out of the car, her fingers tightening slightly around the strap of her bag. The excitement that had been building inside her all day hadn’t faded—instead, it had only grown stronger.
But now… standing here, knowing what the next two days meant—
A quiet nervousness settled in too.
Her heart beat a little faster as she glanced at Ansh, who looked completely at ease, like this was all part of his plan.
For her, though…
This was something else entirely.
This wasn’t stolen moments anymore.
This was real.
“Come,” Ansh said casually, picking up their bags.
She nodded, following him inside.
The resort itself felt calm and luxurious, tucked away from the noisy streets outside. Soft music played faintly as they walked through the reception area, the cool air brushing against their skin.
A staff member greeted them and led them down a quiet corridor.
With every step closer to the room, Niyati’s anticipation grew.
Her mind kept racing ahead—
To what this place meant.
To what these two days would bring.
Finally, they stopped in front of a door.
“This is your room,” the staff member said politely before leaving.
Ansh unlocked it.
There was a soft click.
And then—
The door opened.
Niyati stepped inside first.
And instantly, she stilled.
“Wow…” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
The room was spacious, elegant, and beautifully designed with a soft, warm glow that made everything feel intimate yet comfortable.
Right at the center stood a large king-sized bed, dressed in crisp white sheets and plush pillows that looked almost too perfect to touch. It immediately drew the eye, becoming the heart of the room.
To one side was a sleek kitchen counter, neatly arranged and modern, adding a cozy, homely touch. Nearby, a small table with two chairs sat by the wall—perfect for quiet meals or late-night talks.
A flat-screen TV was mounted opposite the bed, blending seamlessly into the decor.
In one corner stood a tall standing mirror, reflecting the warm lights and making the room feel even more open. Beside it, a polished double-door cupboard completed the space.
But what caught Niyati’s attention next—
Was the bathroom.
Or rather… the way it was designed.
A transparent glass wall separated it from the main room, giving it a sleek, modern look. Inside, she could see a large bathtub placed perfectly under soft lighting, making it look almost inviting.
Her breath caught slightly.
It felt… too intimate.
Too close.
And as if that wasn’t enough—
Beyond the glass sliding doors at the far end of the room, she noticed something else.
A small, private pool.
Attached directly to the room.
The water shimmered under the fading daylight, calm and inviting, surrounded by just enough privacy to make it feel like their own little world.
Niyati slowly walked further inside, taking everything in, her eyes moving from one detail to another.
“This is…” she trailed off, almost speechless. “This is so beautiful.”
Behind her, Ansh stepped in and quietly shut the door.
But his gaze wasn’t on the room.
It was on her.
The way she looked around with wide eyes, the way excitement and something softer flickered across her face—it pulled at something deep inside him.
“Like it?” he asked.
She turned to him immediately, nodding. “I love it.”
Her voice carried genuine happiness.
And for a moment, she forgot everything else.
Until…
Her eyes drifted again.
First to the bed.
Then, almost involuntarily, to the glass-walled bathroom.
And then back to him.
A faint blush spread across her cheeks.
Ansh noticed.
Of course he did.
A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped closer, dropping their bags near the table.
“Good,” he said quietly.
Because he knew—
This room wasn’t just beautiful.
It was designed for moments.
Moments that linger.
Moments that stayed.
And standing there, in the middle of it all—
Niyati could feel it too.
Her excitement.
Her nervousness.
Her anticipation.
All blending together into something she couldn’t quite name yet.
Because now…
There was no distance left between them.
And the next two days—
Were just beginning.
The room settled into a quiet stillness after her words faded.
Niyati was still standing in the middle of it all, her eyes slowly taking in every detail—the bed, the glass-walled bathroom, the soft glow of lights, the private pool just beyond the doors.
It all felt unreal.
Like she had stepped into a space that didn’t belong to her usual world.
A space that belonged only to them.
And before she could gather her thoughts—
She felt him.
Ansh moved closer, silently, until there was barely any space left between them.
Then, without a word—
He wrapped his arms around her from behind.
The sudden warmth of his body against hers made her breath hitch.
“Ansh…” she whispered softly, caught off guard.
But he didn’t respond immediately.
Instead, he pulled her closer into him, his hold firm yet unhurried, like he had been waiting to do this for far too long.
His face dipped slightly, his nose brushing gently against the side of her neck.
A soft, slow nuzzle.
The contact sent a shiver down her spine.
Her fingers instinctively curled against her sides, her heartbeat beginning to race.
He inhaled softly, like he was taking in her presence… grounding himself in it.
Then his lips brushed just near her ear, his voice dropping into something deeper—
Rougher.
“I need you…”
The words were low, almost a whisper, yet they carried an intensity that made her pulse jump.
Her breath caught.
Her cheeks flushed instantly, warmth spreading across her skin as her heart began to pound harder against her chest.
And then—
“I need you now.”
The way he said it—husky, restrained, yet filled with everything he had been holding back—made her eyes flutter shut for a brief second.
Two months of distance.
Of control.
Of waiting.
All of it was right there… in his voice.
In his touch.
In the way he held her like he didn’t want to let go again.
Niyati swallowed softly, her fingers tightening slightly as she stood frozen in his arms, her mind racing, her body responding before she could even think.
Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears.
Her cheeks burned.
And yet—
She didn’t pull away.
Because deep down—
She had been waiting too.