MY FOREVER WITH YOU

CHAPTER-7

"So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love."

Reading in my life is bitter sweet partner.

I can spend hours flipping through the pages reliving the fictional story in my imagination totally forgetting the world around me. This is the bitter part I have to tackle, it's not wise of me to sacrifice my sleep, sometimes even work, for getting lost and believing the stories which are not even real.

Still, it is almost impossible for me to let go of this habit.

Ayesha is even worse than me, she could go hours without food and water. So I came up with a solution that we'd read only on weekend nights and together in one room. Mainly so I could check on her as per Kainath  aunty's request, though Ayesha finds it entertaining because she'd be selecting books for both of us. I prefer thriller or comedy recently I had started exploring the fantasy world. I never expected something as weird as it sounds I imagined if werewolves truly existed.

Damn I even went along to watch fantasy series in spare time.

For Ayesha her choice is simple, it should be romance novel of any kind with classic happily ever after. She'd cry for days if it wasn't a happy ending, gosh her sentimental side is tiring to handle. I secretly feel sympathy to her future husband. which brings to the topic of exchange of hide and seek glances with Azar. She as typically expected keeps denying, I didn't press the matter further. I'm not far away in the quiz of denial for accepting openly my own crush on Arjun.

It'd be hypocrite of me then.

I couldn't stop replaying every second of that unplanned long ride with Arjun, even my dreams are taking a wild turn throwing more vivid images about him. This is the main reason I wanted to spend my weekend at Ayesha's place to subdue my wild fantasies with reality.

Just because of one ride, I could not expect him to be that prince charming fleeting me off my feet. Nevertheless his riddled personality doesn't fit for a soft spoken pampered prince, he is more of a warrior hiding many dark experiences behind the cloak of his hard exterior. The thought tugged my heart, if there was someone in his life to hear his unspoken tales. 

Even if I didn't know him personally yet, it was obvious he'd prefer to reserve his emotions than to speak about it.

"I thought 50 shades of grey was most explicit novel but no there are many books challenging it, damn it, I can't get enough of them!"

My thoughts cut off noticing I was staring at the same page for more than ten minutes. Ayesha was lying on her stomach on bed facing me, her feet dangling in air. I was perched on the window seat in front of her bed, my favorite spot in her room. The lose pony of her auburn hair twirling with her head as she was immersed in reading.

"I'm sure that book has just spurted the seed to encourage other authors."  she paused narrowing her eyes at me.

Oh god she'd ask again.

"Did you complete the book at least by now?"

I remained silent, taking it as response she dramatically sighed, throwing a small cushion at me. Her queen size bed is littered with at least twenty or so different size of cushions. I don't know how she could sleep with such needless stuff.

"It's been what over a year Mer, complete the dam book. It's not even like I'm making you watch the movie."

I caught the pillow before it'd hit my face pressing it on my back, I leaned back on it.

"You don't realize I'm doing a great favor to you," she continued, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"I'm sure you don't want your future husband to have birds and bees talk on your wedding night, do you?"