Temptation

Heartaches

Aryan's POV:

Amira's eyes looked at me with hope and I wanted to agree, for a moment I wanted to feel her under me once more. I looked down at her, she was so close to me, her lips parted, ready to meet mine for a kiss. I cupped her cheek with my hand and grazed my thumb over her lips. I saw her lips form a smile because she thought I was going to kiss her but instead, I said softly, "I'm sorry Amira" and walked out of the kitchen. After a long time, I felt a heartache, I wanted to go back and pull her into my arms but I knew I couldn't, not after last time. I walked into my room and shut the door before removing my sweater. I looked into the mirror as I brushed my teeth and my eyes fell onto my tattoos. I grazed my fingers on them like she did and closed my eyes. Her face flashed in my mind and I opened my eyes before I get the urge to go back to her. One more week together...

The sunlight rudely hit my eyes and I tossed and turned to force myself to fall back asleep but I unfortunately failed. "Urgh" I groaned as I gave up and lay on my back, facing the ceiling. I tried to remember the schedule for the day. Okay meeting...meeting...call mama...new pitch...Amira... damn it no Amira. I couldn't get her out my mind, mostly because I felt terrible for breaking her heart. The image of her smile dropping and tears forming in her eyes kept flashing in my mind. It kept me up almost all night. I don't remember when I finally fell asleep but it must have been late because it was already 10 am and I was still tired. I pushed myself out of bed and tried to direct my entire energy towards my work and keep everything professional. I stood under the shower as I let rinsed my hair with the cold water, remembering how Amira would tangle her fingers in my hair. Stop it Aryan. I shook my head and concentrated on something else. I landed on work, obviously. I kept repeating important details I had to remember over and over again so I could keep Amira out of my mind.

I walked downstairs and was greeted by her at the dining table. "Morning, you make dinner, I make breakfast" I looked down at the table to see one plate with waffles on them and a coffee on the side. She looked happy but then I looked in her eyes and they were telling a whole other story. I played along, I figured I already hurt her enough, the least I could do is play along. "Thanks, looks great" I sat down and very surprisingly, we had a nice decent meal together with a professional conversation. I figured if we both could keep this energy up for the next few days, we will be able to return to India without any more awkwardness. Thankfully, that is exactly what happened. The days past, we barely talked, kept our conversations entirely professional and dealt well with our clients. Soon enough, we were on a return flight to India, landing in 20 minutes. Amira was looking out the window and I saw her wipe a tear from her eye. My heart broke and I looked away from her. My mind wandered back to five years ago when I decided that I will never be in a relationship again.

My thoughts were interrupted by the wheels of the plane touching the runway. Amira and I didn't exchange any conversation on the way out of the airport. I heard paparazzis shouting at me to look at their camera and the flash from their cameras annoyed me but I knew better than to give a reaction. "I called my own car" Amira spoke up. I hadn't heard her voice for hours. "Okay, see you at the office" She nodded before stepping into her car. I watched her drive away and my driver insisted I get into mine. The office is going to feel strange but at least it will be easier to stay away from her. Although, a part of me didn't want to stay away from her.

"Bhaiyya! You're back you're back" AbRam jumped on me the minute I entered the house. "Yes I'm back" I picked him up on my back and asked him, "Where's everyone else?" He said my parent's room so I piggybacked him there. "Look who's here!" AbRam announced as we walked in. I threw AbRam on the bed, "Hey rude" I hugged my family and they asked me how the trip went. I honestly didn't know how to answer it so I just talked about the work part. "How is Amira? Was she comfortable? Did you take care of her?" My mother bombarded me with questions about her that I couldn't bring myself to answer. Also, I found my mother's obsession with her really weird. I gave her a vague answer and told her, "She can take care of herself, she's an adult and yeah she was fine" My parents bought it but my sister did not. She narrowed her eyes at me and I mouthed 'What' to her. She mouthed back 'Later' and I knew she was going to get everything out of me.

I took a shower and lay in bed with grey sweatpants on. It was too hot to wear a t-shirt so I decided to stay shirtless, I liked to sleep like that anyways. I heard a knock on the door and Suhana's voice followed, "Bhaiyya can I come in?" I sighed, knowing she came to question me about Amira. She walked in dressed in her night shorts and a long t-shirt and made herself comfortable under my blanket. "Sleepover?" She asked and I just nodded. I turned to my side to switch off the light before I laid back down. "So spill, what did you do" I sighed loudly. I knew it.