Fated With Him

7. Chandni Chowk

Song : Tum Mile 

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Today was Amaan's interview and the way he was freaking out last night, I was waiting for like since half an hour for his call to know how it went and if he was okay. 

Even a text. 

But there was nothing. 

I laid back down on the couch a frustrating groan escaping my lips as I kept my phone on the centre table harshly. 

Where was he ? Did it not go well ? I mean, not even one text ? 

And why am I stressing over it like I am his wife and the income of our family depends on that interview ? 

But that thought didn't ease my worry one bit. 

"You know just you lounging around and cursing the existence of human race wouldn't get him to call you right ?" Ayaan asked from the other couch while munching on his packet of Lays and typing furiously on his phone. 

"Shut your mouth with those chips before you start to speak again" I glared at him and he just shook his head. 

"I don't know why you are even worrying that much. If something would have happened he would have called" he spoke again this time keeping his phone aside and I looked at him. 

"And who said that am worrying about Amaan?" 

He just gave me a 'really?' look "And who said that from 'him' I meant Amaan" 

I opened my mouth to say something but then shut it up again. "Yeah well, am not even worrying about him. It's nothing. Am on my period that's it" 

"Ohh please. I am not a dumbass" I glared at him and he scrunched his nose with a guilty look. "Ahh.. I mean a dumbbutt"

I sighed and snatched the packet away from his hands and stuffed my mouth with tasty Lays. 

"Hey ! How fucki-" I glared again "I mean how dare you, that's mine. Take your own from the kitchen" 

Ignoring him I ate some more and kept looking at my phone for a certain someone's call to glow up my plain black screen.  

I sighed when there was nothing. I even kept my dignity aside while bombarding him with 8 text messages asking him how it went. He could've at least seen them. It's almost 8 pm now. 

"Dii, that's mine ! Stop eating from my packet" 

When Ayaan didn't stop whining I looked at him with a scowl and shoved the packet in front of his face. "Show me where it's written 'Owned by Ayaan Malhotra. Show me. But guess what ? It's not written anywhere. So shut up if you don't want a taste of this" I showed him then the palm of my hand and now his scowl was matching mine. 

"I hate you" he murmured huffing and looking away but at last I decided to give it back to him after taking some more chips. 

Throwing the packet at him I rolled my eyes "I hate you more"  

He smiled instantly not paying attention to me and started shoving chips in his mouth again and my mind wandered off to Amaan again even if I didn't want it too. 

I just wanna know if he's alright. 

"You care about him so much don't you ?" Ayaan spoke again and when I looked at him in surprise he had this smirk on his face which I instantly wanted to slap off. 

"He's my friend. So Of course I do" 

"Sure Sure" he nodded his head feigning himself convinced.