Fixing Broken Hearts (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XIV. He's Scary

A/N: Buckle up for drama galore!!

Aisha's POV:

I bounced around at home. Summer was going to hang out at my place for 3 weeks. With her adorable son, Neel. He was only 3 and a sweetheart. The doorbell rang and I nearly yelled in happiness. Jai. "Oh, it's just you," I said, dejectedly. "What?" He asked, amused. "Neel's coming. And I'm so excited," I giggled. "Who's Neel?" Jai asked, a bit angry. The doorbell rang again and I opened the door. "Neel!!" I shrieked, picking him up. "Hi, Mashi," he said in a baby voice, pecking my cheeks. "This is Neel," I said to Jai. "You forgot me?" Summer's voice laughed. "Hi, Summer," I smiled, hugging her. I walked her in and sat down in the beanbag. Neel was busy playing with my hair while Summer walked to the guest room. "Mashi. Hum painting kab kalenge?" He asked, turning my face with his baby hands. "Aap pehle kuch kha lo, phir karenge," I said to him, kissing his nose. He giggled. God, he was so adorable. He hugged me around my stomach. "Neel, this is Jai," I said, gesturing for Jai to come closer. Neel hid his face in my stomach. "He's scaly," he mumbled. I pursed my lips to control my laughter as Jai's eyes widened. The doorbell rang and the entire gang walked in. "Neel, look," I said, pointing to them. "Niu Mashi," he smiled and she picked him up. He played with her cheeks and went to everyone else. When he reached Darshan, he smiled widely and dug his face into Darshan's neck. "Hi, Neel," he said. Neel giggled and played with his beard. "Neel, come. Let's eat," I said. "Uncle Dalshan ke saath," he mumbled. "Neelie. Go to Mamma," I spoke, trying to pick him up. He hugged Darshan. 

Darshan's POV:

Neel was so sweet. He was so darn cute. "Darshan? You mind hanging with him?" Aisha asked. I shook my head. She smiled and walked off with Jai. 

Aisha's POV:

"Jai, there's a reason Neel likes the others more than you," I started and took a deep breath. "Neel's dad, he wasn't a good person. He, um... he was addicted to alcohol and would come home and yell and break things. He never had a beard. Weirdly, he is scared of men without beards," I continued, twiddling my thumbs. He nodded. I still found him a little angry. Neel hugged me as soon as I sat next to him. "Mashi. Main kha liya," he pouted. "Main khaun, baby?" I asked. He giggled. I kissed his nose and he rubbed his cheek against mine. 

Jai's POV:

I hated this. I hated that Neel liked that ass of a Darshan more than me. I hated that Aisha couldn't do anything else. She was at fault too. Who remains friends with their ex's friends? Who works with their ex-boyfriend? Idiot. 

Aisha picked Neel up and took him to her room. I followed. They sat down on the carpet and Aisha got out paints and two canvases. One small and one big. She handed the small one to Neel and put out the paint in a tiny palette for him. Neel gave her a baby smile and dipped his fingers in paint and clapped. He started making random patterns on his canvas. Aisha started drawing on her canvas. "Mashi, aap kya banaoge?" He asked. "Aapka favourite bear kaun hai?" She asked back. "Winnie," he said, sitting up with excitement. Aisha nodded and continued drawing. I leaned on the door frame and looked at them. After a few minutes, Neel looked at Aisha and smiled, mischievously. "Mashi," he said. She looked at him. He smothered paint on her cheeks. "Neelie!!" Aisha exclaimed and he ran away. She dipped her finger in paint and chased him. She caught him and placed that paint on his tiny nose and cheeks. He giggled. 

Darshan's POV:

Neel sat in Aisha's lap and they laughed. Both of them had paint on their faces. She looked so cute. Neel said something to her and she picked him up, walking to her room. Jai walked downstairs and gestured for me to follow him. I raised an eyebrow and followed him to the backyard. 

"What is it with you? Why are you always staring at my girlfriend? You're her ex-boyfriend. You better stay away from her, before it gets ugly," he threatened, punching my shoulder. "I'm not scared of you. I have 8 friends behind me. They love me and they are going to be there for me. And a 75% chance of Aisha being there for me too. Don't threaten me. It's not gonna work," I said. He was as tall as I was. He grabbed my collar and pushed me and shoved me to the wall. My head hit the wall hard. 

Aisha's POV:

What was that noise? "Neelie, stay here. No touching the canvases. Okay, baby?" I ordered and he nodded. I walked downstairs and turned a corner and opened a door, reaching the backyard. Hardil and Jyugal followed me. Jai. Sitting on top of Darshan. Punching Darshan in the face. Darshan was bleeding like crazy. "JAI!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled, pulling him off of Darshan. Hardil and Jyugal walked over to Darshan and took him inside. "What were you thinking?!" I exclaimed, looking at Jai. "He had the guts to stare at you when I was around. You didn't do anything, so, I took matters into my own hands," he replied, victoriously. "Teko toh pagal khaane bhejna chaahiye! You could have asked to stop politely. Did you try that? Did you try TELLING him? Seedha jaake maarta kaun hai, yaar? And, this is nothing to be happy about. I have a CCTV camera there. Darshan has proof to file a damn assault charge against you," I hollered, pointing to the camera. "Mujhe zyada gyaan mat de, Aisha! Ladki hai, ladki ki tarah reh," he threatened. I punched him, breaking his nose (I think). Everybody ran outside to find out what's going on. "Mere saath zyada nautanki mat kar! Saale, tujhe kya laga? Tu mujhpe chilayega toh main pyaar se pesh aaungi? Get out of my house. Aur waapis yaha munh leke mat aana," I threatened. "You're breaking up with me?" He asked, softly, acting all innocent. "Yes," I snapped and walked inside the house to tend to Darshan. 

Jyugal was icing his scars in the second guest room. "J, you mind?" I asked him, looking at him, pleadingly. He nodded and handed me the ice. I sat next to Darshan on the floor by the bed and iced his scars. "Aisha, I'm sorry. Meri wajah se tera breakup ho gaya," he mumbled. "It's not your fault. I knew he was the jealous type, but, I didn't realize it would end like this," I said, softly. "Tu udhar kyun baithi hai? Upar aaja," he said, patting the bed. I walked up there and sat down, shrugging my hair off of my shoulders. I continued fixing his scars without talking. 

As I was fixing one of the last scars, he stopped me. He sat up. "Aisha. Why are you doing this for me?" I asked. I shrugged and put on three more Band-Aids. I had used up 20 Band-Aids and three big bandages. "Aisha. I thought we weren't friends," he chuckled and then groaned, grabbing his abdomen. "What's wrong?" I asked. He pulled off his shirt and I saw 5 more scars. I cleaned them, gently (and feeling completely weird, seeing my ex-boyfriend shirtless) and put on a few more Band-Aids. I handed him his shirt. He wore it and pulled me closer. "What?" I asked. "Why? Tu kyun itna sab kar rahi hai?" He asked. "You were my best friend, Darshan. It didn't end well, but I still consider you a friend," I whispered, stifling a sob. He pulled me close and kissed my head. I smiled. It still felt good. "You're smiling?" He asked, amused. I nodded and hugged him, placing my head on his chest. "Aisha, you're acting weird," he mumbled. I walked to the door and locked it before sitting on the bed and hugging him again. "You complainin'?" I asked. He shook his head and kissed my head again. I looked into his eyes. He smiled. "Thank you, Darshan," I said. "What  for?" He asked. "For being there," I replied. He sat up straight, crossing his legs and pulled me closer. He took my arms and looked at me. "I was never there, Ishu. You went through your parents' deaths alone. You were 15. I never called you. You on the other hand were there for me. Always. You spoke to me when Ma passed. You never abandoned me," he whispered. I got into his lap and hugged him, carefully. "I forgive you, Gabbu," I said. He looked at me, eyes wide. I nodded. He hugged me and shrieked lowly. I pulled his face towards me and kissed him. Right on his lips. He pulled away and I pouted. "Ishu, we can't do this. Not now," he mumbled. "I know," I replied, walking away. "But... ekkisssekuchnahihoga," he said, slowly and pulled me into his lap with a jerk, kissing me lovingly, one hand on my lower back and the other woven in my hair. I pulled him closer by his neck and kissed him softly. Like I was afraid of breaking him. I couldn't risk scaring him away. I pecked his neck and pulled away. "We can get together later. But, friends?" He asked, sticking his little finger out. I linked our little fingers and smiled before whispering, "You still taste amazing," and escaping. 

"Kya chal raha tha tum dono ka?" Summer asked. "Kuch ni. We just talked and apologised. And cried?" I replied, laughing. "I should start trusting Neel's instincts. He was right," I added walking upstairs. She smiled. Neel was asleep in my room. "He's so cute," Hardil said, walking towards me. "Tune sulaya?" I asked. "He was crying because of all the noise. Toh, I started singing to him and he fell asleep," he smiled and walked outside. I laid next to Neel and hugged him, closing my eyes. He grabbed my finger and I smiled. 

A/N: fxboswbdoy *crazy fangirling*