My inner feelings

Days bled into one another, painted in soft hues of recovery and a blossoming affection between Rosie and Alphonso. Nisha, ever the doting sister, spoiled Rosie rotten. She'd bring her breakfast in bed, a tray laden with fluffy pancakes and fresh fruit, a stark contrast to the protein bars and lukewarm coffee she was used to on missions. Alphonso, relieved to see her color returning, would linger by the window, their mornings filled with comfortable silences and stolen glances.

Rosie reveled in this unexpected downtime, a stark contrast to her usual adrenaline-fueled life. Yet, a nagging guilt gnawed at her. With every shared meal, every whispered joke, every stolen touch with Alphonso, the weight of her deception grew heavier. He was kind, considerate, everything a good man should be, and she was stringing him along, a secret agent playing a lovestruck damsel.

One afternoon, Alphonso found her staring out the window, a pensive frown creasing her brow. He settled beside her in the wheelchair, his presence a familiar comfort. "Lost in thought again?"

Rosie started, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Just… thinking about everything," she mumbled.

"Everything?" he echoed, his voice laced with concern. "Is something wrong?"

The question hung in the air, a silent plea for honesty that tore at Rosie's heart. But how could she confess? How could she explain the truth without revealing her secret life, the life that kept her away from him for days, weeks, sometimes months on end?

"It's nothing," she lied, forcing a smile. "Just a little stir-crazy."

Alphonso didn't seem convinced, his gaze lingering on her a beat too long. He reached out, his thumb gently brushing away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine.

"Rosie," he began, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "you know you can tell me anything, right?"

His words were a delicious temptation, a promise of intimacy she yearned for. Yet, the weight of her secret identity held her back. "It's… complicated," she managed, her voice barely a whisper.

Alphonso sighed, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face. "Alright," he said, withdrawing his hand. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

The afternoon passed in a strained silence. Rosie felt terrible, the guilt festering within her. As dusk settled, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, Nisha burst into the room, her face flushed with excitement.

"Guess what?" she announced, a wide grin plastered across her face. "I managed to snag reservations at that new restaurant you were raving about, Rosie!"

Rosie fely so enlightenment after hearing it, she was so excited to try the food if that restaurant. " I want to go there maybe I will feel better," . Nisha happily agreed," of course, I knew it you would like to go there, today in the evening we will go there and have some fun."

Rosie's felt so relaxed and as planned in the evening they visited restaurant and Rosie tried her favourite dishes she was very happy there and Nisha and Alphosno were also happy to see Rosie gaining her lost energy again!

(To be continued....)