Fixing Broken Hearts (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XXII. Good Riddance and Kinky Boyfriends

Darshan's POV:

I was in the studio, working feverishly. I hadn't gotten out in 10 hours. I didn't even know what I was eating. I just stuffed my face without looking at the plate. I felt a pair of soft hands slip into my shirt massaging my shoulders and neck. I sighed, contentedly. "Aisha (refer image), thank you," I said, turning around in my chair. "Dumpling, take a break. Come on," she smiled, holding both my hands. I shook my head. "Yes. It was an order. You've been working all night. 10 am. Your eyes are red. You look sick. Come on, Dumpling," she commanded, pulling me outside and taking me to my room. She laid me down and pulled the blanket over me and kissed my head. "Bye," she said, walking away. I pulled her and she landed on top of me. "Sleep beside me," I whispered. "No," she replied, laughing. "Yes," I urged, pushing her down beside me and cuddling her, tightly, wrapping us up. She giggled and hugged me and slid her arms into my shirt, placing her warm palms on my chest, slowly playing her fingers around. I smiled to myself and pulled her closer, closing my eyes. "Sleep, Dumpling," she whispered, pulling my shirt off and kissing my chest and burying herself in. 

Later...

"Aqua, wake up," I whispered. She grunted. "6 pm," I whispered. "What? It is Shunday. Lemme shleep," she mumbled, pressing her face harder into my neck and slapping a hand on my front, lightly. I chuckled. Ugh! She was cute. 

"Ishu, kaam hai. Jaane de," She rolled off of me and pushed me away. I tried kissing her hidden cheek and jumped right back into work, pulling a shirt on. I walked into the studio and continued where I'd left off. 

"Uth gayi, maharani?" Dad asked as Aisha walked in, stretching. "Uncle, eep," she cheered, hugging him. I laughed. "It's been so looooong," she mumbled into Dad's shoulder. She pulled away. "Kya kar rahi hai aaj kal?" Dad asked and they sat down, completely ignoring me. They continued talking back and forth for hours, forgetting my existence. I gave up halfway through and walked to my studio. 

Aisha's POV:

"Darshan kidhar hai? Gaayab hogaya?" I asked, looking at Uncle. He shrugged. "Abhi meri yaad aa rahi hai?" He asked, walking toward me and sitting in my lap. "OW!! YOU'RE HEAVY!!" I yelled in pain, pushing him off, rubbing my thighs to soothe the pain. "Don't annoy her," Uncle said. "Why you always take her side?" Darshan asked in a baby voice, stomping like a 3-year-old and folding his arms, cutely. "Because she CHOSE you. She definitely had better options," Uncle replied. Darshan pouted. "Awww," I cooed, standing up and kissing his head. He hugged me around my stomach from the back and kissed my cheeks. Uncle chuckled at us. My phone rang. I picked it up and looked at the number. "Blocked number. Main speaker pe daal rahi hoon," I said. "Hi, Amaira! How's life, girl?" I asked, faking happiness. "Aww, great. Well, did you hear about what happened in Jaipur?" She asked, in a sickly sweet voice, making me wanna throw up. "Oh yeah... Darshan told me and Hardil told me and Naushad Bhai told me. Chillax. I ain't gonna hear your stupid version. Bye..." I replied, cutting the call. "GOD! She's annoying," I huffed, sitting down. "Who?" Jyugal and the boys asked. "Hi!! To answer your question, Amaira," I said, hugging them. "Wait, kahan the tum log?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "Timepass ke liye bahar gaye the. Road trip to Panchgani. Darshan went all 'I have work' on us," Aarav replied. I nodded. Darshan chuckled. "Ho gaya? Kaam?" Sid asked Darshan. "Haan," he replied. "After staying up till 10 am," I said. "YIKES!" Riaan half-yelled. "Tu mujhe taana kyun maar rahi hai?" Darshan whined. "Because you're ruining your health," I replied, walking inside the house. "Where are the girls?" Hardil asked. "Respective parents' place for 10 days," I explained, sitting down and laying my head on the wall, trying to hold back tears. Uncle smiled, sadly. I hugged him and laid my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my arm. The boys went to their rooms. "Aisha," Uncle whispered as I buried my head in his shoulder, crying. I looked at him, tears decorating my cheeks. He wiped my tears away. "I'm here for you. Always. Okay?" He said. I nodded, hugging him, still crying. "Ishu! Aq... Kya hua?" Darshan called as he walked over. I shook my head, wiping my tears. He hugged me and kissed my head and I smiled, inwardly. 

Darshan's POV:

I pulled Dad into my room after dinner. "Kya hua?" He asked. "Okay, don't freak out. IamplanningtoproposetoAisha," I replied. "Dheere," he remarked, chuckling. "I am planning to propose to Aisha," I said, slowly. "Okay. Bless you," he responded, patting my head and walking away. "O. Hua ni hai. Kaise karun? I need help, man," I asserted, pulling him back in. 

Next Morning...

I was chilling in Aisha's living room. Well, till the biggest mistake of my life entered. Amaira. Aisha walked downstairs in a blue off-shoulder dress. "Oh, hi. Let's go sit in the backyard. I need to ask you a few things," she said to Amaira and they walked there. I followed on Aisha's secret gesture. They sat down on the table there. "So, why are you behind my boyfriend?" Aisha asked. "Because you don't deserve him," Amaira replied. "Why?" Aisha asked, again. "Because you're an idiot. You are clingy, you are a bitch," Amaira yelled. "Why?" Aisha asked, calmly. "You ruined my brother's life by rejecting him!! He has never been able to fall in love again," she yelled (A/N: Pratham, the brother). "HE ASSAULTED ME!!" Aisha roared. "So what?" She asked. "Oh, you are SO lucky I don't wanna go to jail. Otherwise, I'd have punched you," Aisha laughed, sarcastically. Amaira growled and punched Aisha. Aisha grabbed her arm and flipped her over her shoulder before she walked to me. "You okay?" I asked. "That didn't hurt," she smiled, hugging me. "Why'd you not tell me?" I asked. She shrugged. I kissed her lips and pulled her to the kitchen. She sat atop the island and I stuffed a piece of her favourite cheese omelette in her mouth. She grinned, her mouth filled. I chuckled at her cuteness. She ate everything and washed her plate and hands. She snuck up behind me, hugging me from the back, kissing my neck, gently. I turned around and cupped her face. She hugged me, hiding her face in my chest. "Kya hua?" I asked. "Nothing. I love you. Thank you for not getting mad about Amaira," she said. I kissed her head. "Waise, tera meeting tha na? 3 pm?" She asked, pulling away. My eyes widened. She slapped the back of my head.

"Jaa, ghar jaa, saale," she said, laughing. I chased her. She ran away. She turned around and kicked my leg. I fell on one knee. "Dude, that hurt," I groaned. "Good," she snapped, faking anger and stalking off. I laughed and looked at my watch. It was only 10 am. I ran inside the house and saw her spread on the couch, blanket on, searching for a show to watch. "Oye, kaam ni hai?" I asked. She held up her left middle finger, the one with the snake tattoo on it. I walked in front of her. "What?" She asked. I stared at her. "Fuck you," she said, putting her headphones on and hitting the spacebar. I pulled one ear of the headphones aside and whispered, "Gladly. Tonight?" and kissed her under her ear before walking off. "You're so kinky!!!" She yelled. "I love you, too!!" I shouted and closed the door. 

Aisha's POV:

I blushed. Seeing Darshan's kinky side was very rare and I loved it so much. It turned me on all the time. I watched 'NCIS' for hours on end (A/N: If you haven't watched this show, you have to. It is a crime show and is so awesome. It's been on since 2003 and still hasn't ended. The GIF is from NCIS, too.).

"Hi, Ishu!!" Darshan said, yawning. "Hi," I yawned back. He kissed my cheek and laid beside me on the couch. He kissed me, harshly out of nowhere. I kissed back and it turned heated in no time. I laid on top of him, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. He held me up by my thighs, drawing random shapes. He picked me up and took me to my room, locking the door. He pulled off my dress and buried his face in my neck. We pulled off each other's remaining clothes and ended up in bed, him on top of me, moaning and groaning. 

A/N: This is Amaira's exit!! Bitch is gone. Haash! Also, I have a question. Honest opinions, please. Is this story getting boring or lengthy? Because I saw the reads and they have been decreasing with each chapter. Please, lemme know.