𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 78

She sighed and sat up on the head but immediately felt the dizziness come in. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table it showed that it was 4 in the morning.

Instead of waiting for dinner Aliya had taken her medicines along with some fruits and had gone to bed early. Her head had started to pain and the doctor advised her to get pain killers but because of them there was a slight drowsiness effect that she could not fight.

She stood up and went to washroom. She no longer felt sleepy which is why she brushed her teeth and wash her face. The next dose of medicine was to be eaten after breakfast so she could not really do anything for the next 6 or 7 hours.

Her forehead hand a bug bump on it. One could tell she had hit it. The cheek held a bruise and it hurt to move her cheek muscles. It must have been there when she had collided with the steering wheels. Her breathing hurt too. The ribs. . Why could she do?

Except one thing, on the way to which she was.

She knocked on the door and waited with fidgeting hands. She sighed quickly asi over thought about it. What was the worst thing that could happen? He could ask her to leave or he could—

"Alia?" Arman rasped out as he stood at the door. "Is everything ok? Do you need to go to the hospital?" When he noticed, awake enough, that she was actually standing there he immediately sprang into an aura of panic.

"No, I am fine." She immediately calmed him down. "I just wanted to talk to you."

He scowled, "in the middle of the night?"

She licked her lip, "Well it's actually five in the morning. But if you want I can come back later." She said her earlier she turned around and started to walk away when she felt him hold her hand and pull her into his room.

He closed the door and pointed to the sofa sets as an invitation to her to sit down.

Once seated he asked, "what was so important that you had to come and talk to me early in the morning?"

"I am not responsible for my accident Armaan. I never imagined it would happen. I would never do that to you or to my brother." She whispered out immediately. This time Alia did not want to hold back. In those few words she had relayed everything that she felt and who she would never dream of hurting.

He stared at her before holding his head. "You want to talk about this now?"

She nodded but realised that he was having his eyes closed. "Yes, I do."

He nodded and looked up. "I believe you. I believe you when you say that. What are you have to promise me the next time you feel like you are not going to drive safely, you call me that very instead," he stressed, "alright?"

She nodded. Everything he said made her believe that he had being stressed enough.

"It still does not help the fact that you were aware that you were not fit to drive that morning. Aliya you should have done better." She lowered her eyes, "I might be the financial support here and you know that but you are the one who is going to take care of your brother the most." He spoke and she could feel being chided as a child.

But Alia had a hard time believing that she could actually be this careless. She had taken care of your grandparents till they died and then she had taken care of her brother. After that she had made sure that she had enough money with her one job to give it to her brother and make sure that she survived too.

It was so hard to believe that she could have done something like this. She knew that she was in a hurry and Aliya was aware of the fact that shee was feeling some bubbling anxiety in her chest. Alia knew that she should not have drive. What came over her?

"I'm sorry," she sighed and looked down, "I really don't. . .I am not like that Arman." She shook her head repeatedly. She was not careless.

But she was. It was Arman who knew the truth. While living in Delhi it was often that Alia would go out for long walks at night especially outside the walls of the apartment complex which is why he had to hire bodyguards for her. She never noticed them to even complain to the police about two men following her.

He shook his head nevertheless. She won't change. "Alright," he nodded, "I believe you enough that is all I would like you to go back to rest."

She didn't want to go but it was obvious that Alia could not force her presence in his room. He won't have asked her to leave if he did not want her to go which is why she stood up.

"Alright," she nodded and started walking towards the door, "I'll be gone . .I mean I'll be in my room." She pointed to the direction where her room was.

He nodded as stood right in front of her. "I understand." He whispered and his raspy voice did no justice. 

She nodded before both of them crossed the distance in between them, Aliya rose on her tippy toes and Armaan lower his hair for them to meet in the middle.

His hands went up to her waist and the other went to her skull. He gently pulled on the roots to make a moan slightly.

Her hands reminded on his scalp and he tugged her close. From the waist his hands went to her hips and he squeezed making her shudder against his mouth.

She sighed and pulled back but he placed his hand on her chin and put their foreheads close. "Stay," he said.

The door opened breaking them apart and there he stood; Siddharth Chaudhary.