Gifts, Glances, and Growing Hearts
In the silent stillness of the stalled lift,
where love was slowly spreading between them,
their eyes were lost in each other—
as if a wordless confession of love was taking place.
Ramish smiled and gently kissed Richer on the forehead.
As Ramish talked,
Richer's eyes were constantly fixed on Ramish's lips.
Ramish's speaking lips were creating a strange uneasiness in Richer's heart.
With playful mischief he said,
"why are you So much thinking, Richer?
When something already belongs to you, so why be so shy?"
Richer blinked in surprise.
"Something? What thing?"
Ramish laughed.
"The same thing you're staring at so intently…
the same thing your heart wants to touch."
Richer quickly looked away.
"No… nothing like that.
You're just imagining things."
Ramish chuckled softly,
"Really?
Then you must be right…"
Then he said,
"Richer, give me your left hand."
Richer extended his hand.
Ramish took it gently
and began brushing Richer's fingers with his lips—
kissing one, lightly sucking another.
Richer's ears had turned red.
He watched silently for a few moments,
a shiver running through his entire body.
Suddenly, Richer jerked his hand back
and glared at Ramish—
then grabbed him by the neck
and pulled him closer.
Their lips were just about to meet,
their breaths already mixing…
When the lift suddenly started moving.
Richer panicked and straightened up too quickly,
and in the rush,
his head knocked hard against Ramish's.
Richer rubbed his forehead and moved to a corner, embarrassed,
while Ramish sat on the floor, holding his head in pain.
The lift doors opened.
The manager and hotel staff stared at them in shock.
Richer immediately stepped forward.
"Ramish is not feeling well—please help us to the room."
Ramish, still holding his head,
peeked at Richer with one eye.
Richer whispered quickly,
"Don't worry… you'll be fine."
Ramish instantly began acting
as if his condition was getting worse.
The staff rushed forward,
and soon the two reached their room.
Inside, the hotel manager apologized.
"Sir, sorry for the inconvenience.
We can call a doctor if needed."
Ramish pressed his forehead.
"No… it's just a little panic.
I'll be fine."
The manager said,
"Please inform us if you feel unwell."
Richer nodded,
"Alright. Thank you."
Richer's manager placed all the purchased goods on the table
and turned to leave.
"Sir, if you need anything, just let us know."
Richer said,
"No, you go rest.
We have to leave early in the morning."
The door closed.
Ramish pointed at his forehead.
"Look… it hurts here."
Richer gently placed his thumb and finger on the spot
and pressed lightly,
then smiled,
"I knew it. I'm in pain too.
And your acting… was brilliant."
He stepped back.
Ramish caught his hand.
"The moment that got interrupted in the lift…
why don't we finish it now?"
Richer pulled his hand away immediately.
"Absolutely not!
I need to change clothes—
and you should too,
so we can both relax."
They both freshened up, changed their Cloths,
and came out to sit on the Couch.
Richer asked,
"Ramish, what should we eat?
I'll order something.
I'm starving."
Ramish replied,
"Anything you like."
Richer placed the order.
Ramish said,
"Come, let me show you what I bought today."
Richer leaned his head back on the couch, exhausted.
"Not now…
let's eat first.
We'll see it later."
He closed his eyes briefly.
"I'm so tired today…
My head aches a little too.
I think I'll need some medicine."
Ramish said gently,
"Don't worry… come, let me give you a head massage. You'll feel better."
Richer refused lightly,
"No… you're quite tired yourself, and I've never had a head massage before."
Ramish smiled.
"Come… sit down here in front of me."
Richer tried to refuse again,
but Ramish lovingly held his arm
and gently persuaded him to sit in front of him.
When Richer sat down,
Ramish pulled his head close with affection
and slowly began massaging his scalp
with his hands and fingers.
Richer closed his eyes.
Within moments,
a calm softness settled over his face.
He whispered,
"Ramish… what kind of magic is in your hands?
It feels so peaceful for me…"
Ramish smiled and replied,
"I told you already—
if you let me massage your head,
you would feel relaxed."
As the massage continued, some time passed
when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Without opening his eyes, Richer said,
"I'll check—"
Ramish immediately said,
"No, stay seated. I'll get it."
When he opened the door, the food had arrived.
Ramish brought it in, set it on the table,
and the two of them ate quietly together.
After they had finished eating,
Ramish said with a smile,
"Richer, come… now I'll show you
what I bought."
Richer replied with a faint smile,
"Alright…"
He sat down on the sofa,
and Ramish said,
"Richer, close your eyes."
Richer was surprised.
"Why do I need to close my eyes?
Just show me what you brought."
Ramish said gently but firmly,
"No… close your eyes first."
Smiling, Richer closed his eyes.
Ramish picked up the bag and came closer,
then said softly,
"Keep your eyes closed
until I tell you to open them."
Richer laughed quietly.
"Okay."
Ramish said,
"Hold out your arm."
Richer extended his arm with a smile.
Ramish took out the beautiful bracelet he had bought
and gently fastened it around Richer's wrist.
Then he whispered,
"Now open your eyes."
Richer opened his eyes
and fell silent for a moment
when he saw the bracelet shining on his wrist.
Ramish held his hand
and kissed it lovingly as he said,
"This is a gift from me to you.
Always wear it…
it will always remind you
of my love."
Ramish asked gently,
"So… how did you like my gift?"
Richer smiled, slowly running his thumb over the bracelet, and said softly,
"I loved it very much… thank you, Ramish."
Then Ramish took out the things he had bought—
matching beach outfits, sunglasses, and a hat—
and showing them to Richer, he said,
"We'll wear these when we go to the beach."
Richer smiled.
"Alright."
Ramish asked,
"Do you like them?"
Richer replied immediately,
"Yes, they're all very nice."
Then, turning a little serious, he added,
"But why did you need to spend so much money?
You should have come with me—we could have bought all this together."
Ramish only smiled and remained silent.
Richer stepped closer, took Ramish's hand, and said sincerely,
"Ramish… thank you so much for all these gifts.
If you ever need anything,
you can buy it freely with my money.
Please don't keep any hesitation in your heart."
Ramish smiled faintly and said,
"Alright."
Then Richer suddenly said,
"Ramish, bring the rest of the bags here too."
When Ramish brought them,
Richer pointed to them one by one and said,
"All these bags are yours.
I bought all of this for you.
I knew you wouldn't buy anything special for yourself,
so I got these for you instead."
He smiled and added,
"Wear them during the trip—
believe me, everything will look really good on you."
Ramish smiled softly and said,
"What was the need for all this?
I even told you not to."
Richer replied with loving seriousness,
"These are all gifts from me."
Ramish lowered his head with a quiet smile.
"Alright…"
Between them, the value of gifts no longer mattered.
They were no longer just objects,
but silent witnesses
to the growing closeness between their hearts.
Ramish Said: Beautiful lines for my Love.
Among all gifts, your love was the rarest one,
When I found you, my faith in life had begun.
Your smile became my greatest treasure true,
With you by my side, every sorrow withdrew.