Part 2 of Aisha and Darshan's Story
A crazy, bubbly, happy guy. A crazier, passionate chick. He broke her heart and his own. She walked away without any choice. Their hearts were in a million pieces. He wanted a chance. She wanted to give it to him...
"Uth jaa, kamine," I yelled. Darshan had been napping for 5 hours. I had finished an entire season of 'Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D'. He grunted. "Reception 4 ghante mein hai. Tu nahane mein 1 ghanta lagata hai. Uth jaa," I groaned, shaking him awake. He opened his eyes and blinked. He pulled me on top of him and hugged me, sleeping again. I smirked to myself and kissed him. He instantly kissed back. I pulled away and tossed his towel at his face. He pouted.
I sat down in front of the mirror, doing my makeup when Darshan walked out, with his towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripping from his muscular frame.
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I exhaled, drooling. "Someone's in love," he teased and walked behind me, putting his shirt on. "I'm your wife, you dolt," I said, fixing my eyebrows. "Yeah," he chuckled and kissing my head. I put the pencil down and raised my eyebrows at Darshan. "Adorable," he smiled. I grinned and started on my hair.
"Darshu," I called. "Bol," he said, walking up behind me. "Baal mere zip mein phas gaya. Nikal diyo," I said, wincing. He sat down and pulled the zip down, gently untangling my hair. He finished and planted a cute kiss on my back and zipped my blouse up. I smiled and finished pinning it up.
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I walked up behind Darshan and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned around and looked at me. He smiled, tilting his head and kissed my forehead. "Baal bana le," I ordered. "Kya karun?" He asked, messing his hair up. "Main karun?" I asked. He nodded and sat down on the stool. I started working on his hair, deftly. Around 5 minutes later, I was done. He smiled. I walked up in front of him and fixed his bowtie. He sat me in his lap and pulled his phone out. We took a few selfies and I smiled. "Send them to me," I said. "Mujhe post karna tha," he pouted. I shrugged. "Tu do lele. Mein do daal doonga," he smiled and I nodded. He kissed my cheek. I smiled. "When is the gang coming?" He asked. "30 minutes," I replied and kissed him. He kissed back, softly cupping my face with both palms. He smiled into the kiss and I pulled away. "I love you," I mumbled, hugging him, tightly. "I love you, too, Ishu," he whispered. I picked my phone up and opened Darshan's text. He'd sent both the pictures that had goofy faces. "Caption kya doon?" I asked. Silence filled the room. "I got it!! You stole my heart, but I'll let you keep it," I said, typing it in and posting it. "Awww," he cooed and kissed my cheek.
