Fixing Broken Hearts (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

VIII. DARN IT!!!

Aisha's POV:

I walked to the rehearsal room all alone. I sat down by the wall and waited. Tears ran down my cheeks. "Aisha?" Darshan called as he walked in around 15 minutes later. I wiped my tears away and looked at him. He sat down beside me and hugged me. "What's wrong?" He asked as he kissed my hair. I started crying all over again. I cried and cried. He pulled away and wiped my tears away. "Let's get to work," I said and walked to the centre of the room. He followed. 

After an hour of Darshan stepping on my toes, I gave him a break. I sat down again and closed my eyes. "Aisha," Darshan said, walking towards me and sitting by me. "You're upset about something. Kya hua?" He asked. I shook my head. He stared at me. I looked away. He stared more. "I know I am independent and that I can take care of myself. But, I really want someone who takes care of me. Someone who loves me and only me. Someone who'd pull me into their arms and tell me they love me," I admitted, hiding my face in my palms. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my head. He kissed my cheekbones and cheek and jaw and pressed his forehead to the top of my head, my head rested on his chest. "What are you doing?" I asked, even though I secretly loved it. "Loving you," he said simply before kissing my cheeks and squishing my face again. "I didn't mean for you to do it. Now, lemme go," I said. "It's only been 5 minutes. Stay for 10 minutes. It's okay," he begged. "You're my ex-boyfriend. It's weird," I said, trying to pull away. He tightened his hold. He hugged me closer and kissed my forehead and my face again. I felt loved for a moment. Until the fear took over. I was still afraid he'd cheat on me. Again. He pulled me up and caressed my cheeks. He pressed his lips to mine, softly. I kissed back. I KISSED BACK LIKE A DARN FOOL!! The worst part, I loved it. I kissed him, vigorously. I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me around my waist and pulled me closer. He licked my bottom lip asking for entrance which I allowed. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I moaned. I slid my hands into his hair and pulled it to control the tingly feelings inside me. He slipped his hand under my shirt and I giggled. I kissed his neck and his jaw before attacking his lips again. I felt my hand slide under his shirt and felt his bare skin. Then I realised who I was kissing. I tore off and walked away, avoiding eye contact. "Darshan, why did you kiss me?" I asked, closing my eyes. He didn't reply. "Do your stretches by yourself," I stated and walked out the door, grabbing my bag on the way. Tears flowed down my face all the way back home.

Darshan's POV:

I kicked the wall in sheer rage. I practically rammed my tongue down her throat like an idiot. I destroyed all the chances of her forgiving me. She was going to be enraged. Really enraged. What have I done? 

A/N: Darshan ke naye gaane ki khushi mein!!