Fixing Broken Hearts (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

II. The Fuzzies are Back!

Aisha's POV:

I drove home after visiting the physiotherapist and three other meetings. I did not have any other plans and my day was ruined. I opened the door to my friend-filled house. My friends lived with me. Niu, Alisha, and Tara. Aarav and Riaan lived 2 houses away. Hardil and the boys (including Darshan) lived 9 houses away (refer image). "Hi!!" All 6 of them cheered as I entered. I smiled at them and sat down, grabbing a bottle of Breezer off the table and chugging it. "What's wrong? Didn't get the contract?" Riaan asked. "I got the contract. But, I am working with Darshan Raval," I replied, mumbling the name. "Who?" Alisha asked. "Darshan Raval," I said again. "WHAT?" They yelled. "I hate it. I really don't want to but I am not going to cancel anything," I said. They nodded. "But, you were a mess after the breakup. I don't want you having a relapse, Ash," Aarav said. Aarav was the big brother of the group. Even bigger than Jyugal. "Aarav, I will be fine," I replied. He nodded, sceptically. "How are you going to handle it?" Niu asked. "Not talk about what happened 8 years ago. Keep the conversation only about the work," I explained. She hugged me and I walked to my room to get changed and get ready for bed. It was 7 pm. I walked downstairs to have dinner and maybe watch a movie. 

After Dinner...

I sat down in my room and played 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before' on Netflix, cuddling up under the covers. Halfway through, I shut it down and closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned thinking about Darshan and how we'd work together without talking about the past. I still loved him. I knew I did. But, my self-respect meant more to me. I couldn't go through all that over again. I didn't want to. I couldn't think I wasn't enough for someone again. I was scared of falling in love again. 

Four Days Later...

I walked inside the practice room. I was earlier than usual. I got 15 minutes to calm myself down and get ready to face Darshan. I paced around, looking at my plan for him. I put my headphones on and listened to the song again. I was dancing along to it when Darshan walked in. "Aisha?" He called and I turned around, removing my headphones. "Hi, you ready??" I asked, putting my headphones on the floor by my bag. He nodded. "Ok, remove your jacket, put your phone away and stand behind me," I instructed. He walked up behind me. We started with the warmups and he followed what I was doing properly. Guess he wasn't as lousy as I thought. 

"Okay, take a 15-minute break," I said, walking to my backpack and grabbing some water. He walked to his and sipped some water. I sat down and leaned my head onto the mirrored wall. 

Darshan's POV:

She was so beautiful with her eyes closed, head leaned on the wall. She always wore tracksuits and looked impressive in them. I was staring at her while she was texting someone. She looked at me. "What?" She asked, irritated. "Nothing," I answered. "You're staring. You and I both know how weird that is," she snapped. I nodded and we got back to practice. She had some moves. 

Aisha's POV:

Darshan was checking me out. Has he no shame? "What is with you, Darshan?" I asked. "What?" He asked, acting all innocent. "You are checking me out, I can see it," I replied, annoyed. "Sorry," he said, meekly. I nodded and walked to my backpack. "Take 15, we stretch after, then we can leave," I said. "We?" He coughed. I shook my head and sat down. He sat beside me and hugged me. I pushed him away but he hugged me tighter. "Aisha, please listen to me," he mumbled into my neck, planting a little kiss. I ignored him, but, my stomach started churning. Not the fuzzies again! Ugh. I always got the fuzzies when he did this back then. Now, they're back. "Aisha," he whined. "What?" I snapped. "I want to talk," he whined, again. "Ugh, stop whining. You're not 5," I said, walking away. We finished stretching and I walked outside. "I thought you found it cute?" He asked, walking beside me. "I was 15. I am 23. Making sense?" I asked, giving him a look. He nodded. I walked to my car and unlocked it. I sat down and switched on Maps. "Aisha," he called, rapping on my window. I lowered the glass and looked at him. He pressed his lips to my cheek and lingered there for a moment. I honked loudly and he flinched away. I raised the glass and left, leaving Darshan right there. Idiot.

Darshan's POV:

I had hurt her. And, she hated me. Of course, she did. I broke up with her for Amaira. Amaira, on the other hand, used me and broke up with me 3 months later. I moped for 8 years and now I found her. I needed to apologise and at least become friends with her. I needed her. She always made me smile and I broke her heart. I didn't know how to get her to talk to me and acting cute was NOT gonna work. I knew I wouldn't get her back anytime soon...

A/N: Helloooo... I have to tell you this before I go on hiatus. I have TONS of assignments to finish by the 10th of this month. If I don't, I am dead meat. No kidding. So, I won't be updating for the next 8 days. Wish me luck 'cause sis has dredged up her grave!! Bye. *starts writing furiously*