Aryan Khan (One-Shots/Short-Stories)

Dil [2]

continuation from the previous part.

"Aryan, no." She said giggling as he finally got a hold over her and ran his stubbled cheek over her neck. 

"What no, Jaan?" He said holding her waist as he gently sneaked his palms inside her t-shirt and started tickling her leaving her in a laughing mess. 

"No.. Ary.." She said holding his arms as she tried coming out of it but all was in vain as he didn't leave her, in fact, his hold tightened on her waist. 

As tears started gathering in her eyes, he finally let go of her with a goofy smile playing on his lips. 

"I love you." He said pulling her closer by the waist as he left a soft peck over her lips making heat rise up her cheeks as she hid her face in his chest, a small shy smile playing on her lips. 

"I want a reply, Kaira." He demanded, playing with her bouncy hair as his left hand was holding her by the waist. 

"Don't 'Kaira' me. I am not a baby." She said scrunching her nose as she came out of his arms making her laugh as he poked at her nose making her frown more. 

"No, Aryan please." She said, shoving off his hands. 

"And I love you too." She screamed and before he knew she was out of his flat making him throw his head back and laugh out loud.

Aryan opened his eyes as the past memories again came into his mind, but as dreams. His hands automatically pour the water into the glass as sweat trickles down his face. He hated getting those memories as flashbacks and then remembering that she was no more with him. She left him. 

He closed his eyes, letting the tears fall off them as they glided down his cheeks. His eyes fell on his drawer as he opened it to pick out a photo frame in which the man was pecking the forehead of the girl while she was giggling. Caressing it, he left it there and went towards his cupboard to pack his bag as he had to leave for Udaipur.

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She settled her thick-rimmed red glasses nervously as she saw her mother coming inside the room huffing. 

"Kiara Harshvardhan Gupta."Her mother, Anjali, called out sternly, making her roll her eyes as she hid them behind the thick novel. 

Mother exclaiming the full name means CODE RED!!

"Have you turned deaf by any chance?" She spoke, sarcasm dripping from her tongue making Kiara keep the novel down as she gave her mother a nervous glance. 

"I am not requesting you, Kia. You are coming to Nisha's wedding. She had especially called me to come with you." Anjali said, making Kiara groan as she huffed angrily, taking off her glasses as she kept them on the novel and went to her mother. 

"Mumma, please. I am not ready to face so many people and above all their personal interest in my personal life." She said air coating the personal to which her mother scrunch her face. 

"Pack your bags and take the Lehenga and Saree from my room. And keep in mind to pack only traditional clothes. You are not going to roam around those western short dresses in front of the whole house. You very well know how their family notices even the smallest details!" Her mother said, making a horrified face and making her roll her eyes. 

"Chill out Mumma. I won't," Kiara said and went to her cupboard, pulling out the traveling bag with a huff with a frown constantly on her forehead. 

"Stop making faces, Kia. You can't always avoid people like this." Her mother said pulling out her daughter's favorite perfumes, some jewelry, and daily usable things. 

"Mumma, I just don't like a huge gathering. It's not new for either of us." She said settling on the bed as she started packing. 

Her mother just shook her head going away from her room while Kiara made faces looking at the variety of clothes placed on her bed.

It was her mother's cousin's daughter's wedding. Such a dramatic family chain. But it is what it is!

But that was not the case here, the case was something else. Rather, someone else. Nisha was marrying her boyfriend of five years, and the groom's family was exceptionally close with a certain family in Bollywood. 

Even though she was skeptical that whether or not, he would attend the wedding because he was never the type to interact much. So she just prayed, just prayed for it to remain that way only.

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Presently, she sat in a corner surrounded by her cousins with a frown on her face, her whole attention on her phone. Dressed in a Purple kurta and palazzo with a floral printed dupatta swaying through her shoulders. There were too many people and it was getting on her nerves second by second. 

Even the groom's side was present making her more conscious. 

"Stop overthinking, Di." Her younger sister, Ayesha said, passing her a spoon as she sat with ice cream beside her sister. Smiling gleefully at her sister, she immediately took a spoonful of ice cream in delight. 

"I will just come." Excusing herself from there, she started making her way outside while her whole attention was on capturing the beauty of the place through her eyes. 

"Ouch." She whispered painfully as she banged with a hard chest and pulled herself out only to be shocked. 

"Kia."

Aryan whispered looking at her shocked while her eyes widened in shock as they pooled up with tears. 

Aryan felt his heart breathing at a fast pace as his eyes fell on the girl who drove him nuts. He didn't know what he felt but all he wanted to do at that moment was to hug her tightly and never let her go and he did that only ignoring all the looks he was getting. 

All that mattered to him was looking at his love after a separation of two years. He hugged her tightly to his chest smiling to the fullest after finding her this close to him after so many years. He felt like he was living again. 

His eyes brimmed with tears while his inside was giddy, his heart beating at a fast uneven pace, a formation of knots in his stomach while Kiara was stunned. She was shocked looking at him after two years. Her heart felt as if it would explode if he kept hugging her for even some more minutes. 

Then coming out of the daze she pulled herself out of his arms while he stood there stunned. Her body radiated heat while her lavender fragrance invaded his senses. Feeling all the eyes on them curiously, she didn't know what to do. Her mother was shocked as she saw a man hugging her daughter so emotionally. Aryan's parents stood there stunned by the scene.

Although there were not many people there, she felt awkwardness creeping through her body. Kiara looked around and then ran away while he stood there, still lost in the moment. 

I forgot how to write.