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28- Thank you Saviour

Maya

Yes, I am not strong enough and that is the only explanation for how I ended up in his arms. Not that I didn't protest. Of course, I did. The difference was that I didn't have the required energy to fight him after the endless weeping. I was tired.

I held onto him as he carried me into the car. Probably, his. I tried hard to keep my eyes open. But I failed terribly. I remember flashes of him handing me the medicine and a soft mumble that sent chills down my spine.

I don't recall what the words were. I don't recall any other events after that. The only thing that stayed in my recollections of the night other than the whole episode with Ishaan and showing my vulnerable side in front of Ajay was the warm pair of hands against my skin.

That was all before I went into a deep sound sleep.

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The next day, I woke up with a terrible headache. A jolt of pain shot through my body as I struggled to sit up. I rubbed my eyes to see a not-so-familiar room. Soon my eyes fell on my dress. An oversized shirt paired with slightly tight pajamas. 

I kept my guard on as I looked around the place. As the morning light seeped through the huge window, my eyes closed halfway adjusting to them. I turned towards the bedside table to find my handkerchief and a white cloth soaked in a bowl full of water. Then, a photo frame caught my attention.

I took it to see Ajay in a dark green shirt, grinning in the frame. I gulped to see him giving one of his best smiles. The picture gave me flashes of last night. The time when he carried me in his arms. The time when I made a fool of myself by crying in front of him. I squinched my eyes close as I thought how embarrassing it was.

Soon, I realized it was his house as I found the hanging photo frames of his family and his award ceremonies. I took baby steps to the door, keeping my guard on. I peeked through it to see Ajay leaning on the table. I pressed my lips tight to not let out a cry.

I came nearer to see him sleeping soundly. 

This is the face that makes girls go head over heels; the same one that always makes me want to smack him. But now I can just feel my pride getting hurt after whining in front of him.

I am grateful to him for helping me; for staying there while I cried and even though he nagged a bit, I was grateful that he didn't leave me there alone which he could easily have done.

I have a feeling that if I still keep hating him, the world will not accept me. But can I just forget our fourteen-year enmity or the oath that we can never ever be friends? More than that, aren't we just faking a couple? With all these, we better stay the way we are.

Feelings for him? No way. I am not having any. I was just planning it out just as Ajay used to say when we were younger, " Planning and practising makes a man perfect."

Although at that time, I just joked it off by saying, " Then it doesn't work for women, right?" I now understand that it is good to play as planned. 

But plans are never supposed to be perfectly executed, it just goes with the flow.

As I saw him shifting in his sleep, I quietly and quickly made my way out. Soon, through the little gap of the door, I saw him stretching himself out and turning his gaze towards my side. Feeling extremely alarmed, I dashed inside the room where I was sleeping earlier and went back to sleep, pulling up my blankets.

I don't want to face him right now. What if he makes jokes and comments on last night's incident? Better to stay put.

I look through my half-opened eyes to glance at the creaking sound to see Ajay walking slowly, tapping his feet in a way to avoid any sound. I snap my eyes shut.