Destined To Be

Chapter 30

Ankita's P.O.V.

I wanted to try and be normal with Ayaan although it seemed impossible since we both loved each other. I don't think I will have to carry this on for long since I am believing him and his love. I could see at every step that he was really in love with me. This can't be a lie. His eyes never told anything but the truth. Just before we reached everyone else, I let go of his hand and he stopped and looked at me. I handed him his guitar and left him with a smile. I went and sat next to Preeti and he sat directly opposite me. "So, what shall we play?" Princy asked. "Pass the twig," Ayaan said. "What game is that?" Princy asked. Ayaan took up a twig and said, "This will be passed onto everyone. Mr. Prakash will play some music. When the music stops, whoever has the twig will have to do something of his or her choice." "Nice," Princy said, "So, let's start." Ayaan gave his phone to Mr. Prakash and played the first song. The twig began coming around and everyone moved quickly since they didn't want to be the one to perform. The music stopped with the twig in Princy's hand. Everyone clapped for him. This was going to be interesting. "So, sir, what are you going to do?" Ayaan asked. He thought for a while and said, "I can't think of anything." "Oh come on sir! I'm sure that you have some hidden talent!" I said. He looked at Ayaan and asked, "Can I borrow your guitar?" Everyone looked surprise. Ayaan nodded and handed it to him. He slowly strummed it and played. Everyone were left dumbfounded. Princy played guitar! Who would have ever thought that! But he was good! When he finished, everyone applauded and Ayaan whistled loudly. "Wow sir! We never thought that you played guitar as well!" Pihu said. "I used to play for my wife only," he said. "Ouuu...." some students said. I smiled and looked at Ayaan who was already looking at me. "Moving on," Princy said breaking our stare. The music came back on and the twig came around. Everyone who got caught did something and we were having great fun. Finally, my turn came and I frowned. Ayaan smirked at me as I was confused. What can I do? "Ankita's turn!" Preeti exclaimed happily. 

Looking at everyone, I said, "I don't know anything." "Oh come on! Everyone knows that you can play piano," Vicky said. "But we already know that, right? Let's see what else is buried in her heart," Ayaan said with a grin. "Poetry!" Preeti exclaimed. I frowned at her. "Ankita writes poetry!" she said. I lightly slapped her arm asking, "Can't you remain quiet?" "Let us hear something," Princy said. "No, sir, please," I said. "This is not going to work. No one made as much fuss as you are making," Ayaan said. I looked at him amused and made up my mind. I would just do it. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. Opening my eyes, I fixed them on Ayaan and said, "Har Dard Ki Dava Tum(You are the relief to all my pain), Aaj Tak Jo Mangi Meri Ek Loti Dua Ho Tum(You are the only prayer I asked for until today), Tumhe Milne Ki Tamanna Nahi Uthti Khabi(The desire to have you have never risen), Kyun Ki Har Waqt Saath Rehati Hai Vo Hawa Ho Tu(Because you are the wind that stays with me always)." He blushed and bent his head. Everyone clapped and broke my stare at him. I smiled as Preeti side hugged me. "God! What a romantic line!" she said. I smiled and looked at Ayaan who was silenced. He had nothing else to say after that. "Wow Ankita, we are learning all your hidden talents on this trip," Vicky said. "Well said," Ayaan said softly, "Very well said." "It is my feeling hidden for so long. For you," I said in my heart. "Next," Preeti said and took the twig from my hand. After two more persons, Ayaan's turn came. He stood up with his guitar and was ready to perform. I sat and rested my chin on my hand, ready to be entertained by him. He began playing his guitar, setting the mood light and happy for his lively song and he started,

Dabi dabi si hansi honthon pe phansi hai (A hidden smile is stuck on the lips)

He looked at me with a smirk and played his guitar as he sang.

Gudgudi kar rahi hawa (The breeze is tickling me)

Ohhh... halla macha rahi hai pagal si khwaishein (These crazy desires are creating an uproar)