Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XLVI. Home is Where the Heart is

Aisha's POV:

"Hi!!" I shouted, hugging Jyugal and Darshan, kissing both of them on their heads while Alisha hugged the other two. "The others?" Jyugal asked. "Starbucks," Alisha and I said in harmony. "No, behind you. Here," Tara said, handing me my drink and hugging the boys. I took a sip and Darshan looked at me. "Nope," I replied, pushing him away. "Please," he begged in a baby voice. "You know I don't share food. Now, geroff me," I said, running to the other side. He chuckled. I smiled, biting the straw. 

Darshan's POV:

I looked at Aisha. She was sitting by the window, eyes closed, tears running freely down her cheeks. I moved closer to her and pulled her close. She wiped her tears and smiled at me. I looked into her eyes and then whispered, "You miss Summer?" in her ear. She nodded. I kissed her jaw and she laid her head in my lap and pulled my cheek. I smiled. 

At Aisha's house... After Dinner...

"Dumpling," she whined, her hands wide open. I walked right into her arms and kissed her cheek. "You missed," she smirked. I pecked her lips. She smiled and I sat in her lap. "Why do you miss Summer so much??" I asked. "Yeah, I love her. More than anyone. She is my saviour, best friend, life. All bundled up into an adorable human," she smiled. I knew how much they loved each other. She looked at me, tilting her head before smirking and kissing me, hard. She pulled away and laid me down. Wrapping herself around me she kissed me again. 

God, how much I loved kissing this girl. She would kiss me gently and then devour the hell out of my lips the next second. 

She pulled away, gasping. She kissed my cheek and closed her eyes, digging her head into my neck. "Aqua, I love you," I panted. "I love you, too, Dumpling," she gulped. 

The Next Morning...

I lifted Aisha after she got dressed (refer image) and took her to my house. Ma and Dad wanted to have her over. Her parents had a few surgeries to do. "Hi, Auntie!!!" She cheered, hugging Ma. "Hi, baccha," Ma laughed, kissing her cheek. They walked into the kitchen. "Hey, we had movie plans," I whined, following them. "Nah," Aisha replied, cutting tomatoes. I walked in and pulled out another knife, chopping board and potatoes. "Well, I might as well help out," I said to Ma and she grinned. Aisha cut the tomatoes and sat beside Ma. Ma looked at her and she grinned. "Ek second, main aayi," Aisha said and ran outside. 

She ran back in with a box. "Yeh lo," she said, handing it to Ma. Ma raised an eyebrow and she nodded. Ma opened the box and smiled. Aisha's eyes widened asking if she liked it. Ma nodded. "Yay," she cheered and hugged her. Ma laughed. "You just love giving people gifts, huh?" Ma asked. Aisha nodded, smiling from ear to ear. "You are an adorable child," Ma said, pinching her cheeks. She grinned, closing her eyes. 

After Breakfast...

Aisha and I laid on the bed and looked at the screen. I played 'Mulan', Ishu's favourite movie. She kissed my cheek countless times and looked at the screen. "I love you," she whispered. I kissed her forehead. She hugged me and focused. 

"How do they get the lipstick so perfect in one shot, ya?" She whined, looking at the scene.

I looked at her, puzzled. She shook her head and looked at the screen. "So perfect, how?" She mumbled to herself. I pulled her close and wiped her imaginary tears. She giggled. I looked at her as she stared at the movie. She looked so lovely. She paused the movie and looked at me. She twitched her eyebrows. "Nothing, you're just adorable," I smiled. She snorted and played the movie. 

We finished the movie and she looked at me. I put the laptop away. She pulled me closer by the hip. Slowly running a finger down my cheek, she pulled my lower lip with her fingers. Smirking, she kissed my lower lip, tugging at it, very softly. She pulled away and said, "You know, your lips are way too soft. I always wanna kiss you. I love your lips, Gabbu," playing her fingers on my lips. "Yeah?" I asked, smirking. I caressed her lips. I cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. 

Her eyes held so much love, innocence, and hurt. A huge amount of hurt. Her beautiful eyes don't deserve to be so hurt though she never showed it. She missed her parents, her family. She had no one but me to come home to. And after that stupid fight at the age of 8, I ditched her. Broke her. Yet, she still loved me. After all these years of me, yelling at her, insulting her. She forgot everything just to love every piece of me with all her heart. 

A/N: Filler...