Kyon Nahi ✓ || (neirohi)

35. aisi hi hai

35. aisi hi hai

"Fuck my life,"

Aarohi giggled, as she leaned on the basin counter, watching Neil struggle to get the henna mark off his face. It looked like Neil was given a pretty shade of blush on his cheeks.

"Aarohi, yaha main itna struggle kar raha hu ye nikalne main," Neil rubbed his cheeks with soap for the umpteempth time, but it only reddened, "and you are laughing!"

Aarohi shrugged, smiling at the man who was now worried about people asking him why he had applied make-up on his cheek. She was also waiting for him to get done so she could wipe her henna off, the design was a mess, in fact it just looked like her hands were just dipped in henna. "Can you just do this in your room, I need to wash off my mehendi."

"Are you insane?" Neil looked at her, rubbing his face again, "kisine hallway main dekh liya toh main gaya."

"Haan toh maine kaha tha mujhe tang karne?" Aarohi raised her eyebrows at him, ignoring his glare, "challenge jeetni thi na, toh bhugto."

Rolling his eyes, he once again applied the face-wash over his red face, and Aarohi chuckled, as he let the soap stay for few seconds. "That is not going to help,"

"Atleast it is better than something."

Tired of waiting for him, she took the chance of troubling him when he shut his eyes for a second and applied the wet henna on his cheeks again. Neil shrieked in horror at her sudden touch and Aarohi could not stop laughing at his expressions. "Aarohi!" He looked in the mirror, "yaar, hadd hoti hai."

"Ye mera room hai," She said, pointing her finger at him, "and I need to wipe this off soon, Neil. Warna main ye karungi," She put the henna on his nose just before he could wash it off and Neil warned her to not do that again.

"Don't," He said, as he wiped his face with a cloth.

"Aacha," Aarohi tilted her head, "warna kya kar loge tum?"

Neil looked at the girl, smirking in pure pride and he shook his head, "you brought this on yourself." He said and pulled her towards him, completely shocking her and before she knew it, she was in his arms, as he picked her up.

"Neil," She spoke aloud, she could not stop him because she did not want to spoil his sherwani by the henna, "Neil, please, neeche utarao."

Neil shook his head, heading towards the bathroom and Aarohi shook her head, "Neil, please, I am sorry."

"You know what chipkali," He smirked, holding her under the shower and adjusting the water, "you wanted to clean it off right, what better way than having a nice bath!"

And the water came pouring down on them, Neil's laugh and Aarohi's shriek echoed in the bathroom as she clutched his shoulders, wrapping her arms around his neck and covering her face in his chest like that would stop the water from drenching her. However it took a minute for them to be completely soaked in the cold water and Aarohi gritted her teeth, pissed at the laughing guy.

"You are an idiot."

"And you teased me," He said, holding her still, their eyes meeting, "you know I love to win challenges."

"Accha, and I love to be put down now, please."

Neil smiled, nevertheless he let the girl down in her soaking lehenga as she washed her henna off her hands while he ran his hand through his hair, eyeing the irritated girl through the mirror. Her wet hair let a stream of water droplets fall down on her bare shoulders, and Neil felt himself lost on how breathtaking the water had made her. They stood underneath the shower, Aarohi turned to look at Neil, "Akshu will kill me if she knows I changed this fast again without a single pciture." She complained but Neil was lost, only eyeing how the water drops were falling from her hair to her arm and travelling down till they fell from her fingers. "Neil?" She asked softly, meeting his eyes, and honestly, the wet hair of his made him a little more sexier if that was the word she would choose.