Fated With Him

6. You're still the same

Hiieee people !

If you're still sticking to this story thank you thank you thank you so much ! I am not even kidding. I know am lazy but I tried to make up for it by writing a long ass chapter, and when my usual chapter are just 2000 words long or something this one's 5400. Yes and am not kidding. I love y'all. Forgive me ?

I worked way too hard for this one, and I know it's still shit but please even if you like it a little bit can I get a vote ? PRETTY PLEASE ? 

PS : I will include bollywood romantic songs from now onwards cause it gives the story more of an Indian touch AND I never listen to hindi music but today I did and it motivated me to write this long chapter so thanks to it. 

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As I joined my hands above my head closing my eyes and taking the sun in, and stretched one of my leg backwards and one forward, I tried to relax my mind while doing the Surya Namaskar. 

But guess what ? I was anything but relaxed. Not in a bad way tho. I was ecstatic. And why you may ask ? Because Amaan and me were on good terms again and not on like formal friendly terms. But on the crazy friends terms. 

For example, last weekend when we had that talk last night and went to bed finally he pranked me by knocking on my door for at least three times and disappearing and scaring the shit out of me. The last time was such scary that I sprinted across to the guest room to ask him if I can sleep with him just because I was scared of some ghost roaming around the apartment. I told him that I could have ended up sleeping in the same bed as him if he wouldn't have told me that he was pranking on me. And he simply said "That was why I did that" . Yeah okay that wasn't so friendly but still. I am sure he didn't mean that. 

We ended up chatting about Isha, his best friend. From what I've heard of her from him, it feels like If I ever get to meet her someday, me and her would be the best of friends. 

Though we never got to reach the topic of his mother and my father cause that stuff was a little too hard to talk about and we both were way too tired for that. But it still felt good to telling each other a lot of things like we used to. 

The next morning from that night when I woke up my slippers were missing. And I just knew who was at fault for that. Amaan knew I hate to even walk two steps without my slippers. AND HE JUST HAD TO HIDE THEM that little shit. 

But after all these pranks, and the insults, I still felt a smile tugging my lips upwards. I was just so happy to have him back. I don't know how to put this into words. It's like when you finally get something you were craving for, and you just don't have anything else to ask for. I thought I was okay with life when I left a part of me with him in Mumbai , and that was because I thought the chapter of me and Amaan was over. I would never meet him again. I at least thought I would be okay. But I wasn't. It was like a hole in my life that would never let it be complete. There wasn't a day when I didn't think about him. But I thought that was just my silly mind not letting me accept something that was done. I learned to live with my mother's death, because that was something which I couldn't help, I learned to live with papa not being there, because that was something I was used to. But leaving Amaan, I thought I would learn to live with it, and I did, but everything still felt incomplete. And now that he was back, that feeling of emptiness was gone again. 

I simply do not know how to express his presence in my life. When he was there before, he was like a safe place. He was someone, for whom I would hold my tears for the whole day, just to let him be there so that he can listen to me cry and complain about life. And the thing was, he always listened. Without a single complain.