This Time, Her Turn [Completed]

Chapter 30

Abhay found Geetha reading a book in the sunroom facing the plantation.

"Hey, what's she doing?"

"Cried and slept. What is Ramit doing?"

"Drunk and sad!" Abhay hit back as he rolled his eyes at her.

Geetha pursed her lips. "You were drinking?"

Abhay pointed to the terrace. "Ask him to come down. Don't climb all the way up."

Geetha turned back to her book, while Abhay slipped into the room with silent footsteps and a very soft click of the door.

Deepali was asleep. Her eyes were slightly puffed up. Abhay berated himself. Whatever had happened, the result was that he made her cry.

Deepali was a girl he had spent way more time with than any other. They had known each other for almost half a year. They met every evening. They had been before each other's eyes for almost 3 hours each time. They had dinner together at least once a week. If they were going to throw all of this to waste, any girl in her place would react the same way. But he just never thought beyond what they had. Now she was forcing him to do that.

He groaned and fell back into the bed beside her.

The impact had her awake with eyes open wide. Her pupils constricted when she saw Abhay's head right beside her chest. The smell of wine also infiltrated the air around her.

"Bastard!" she screamed and sat up, looking around for something, anything that resembled a stick.

"Deepa! Sorry I woke you up!" he said, startled.

"Get out!" She got out of bed and quickly took her stance, ready to shove him out of the window in front of which Abhay was.

"How long do you think I'll be scared?" He looked her up and down before his mind focused on the more important issue. "I didn't try anything! I wanted to say sorry!"

Deepali was surprised although she did not show it on her face. She was curious if he really did not fear her, even if she had her baton with her. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "For what?"

"I am sorry I didn't know about your mother..."

"That's it?"

Abhay stayed silent.

"Get out, Abhay! We're done!"

"Give me some time, Deepa. You've jumped to your own conclusion. I never said anything about our future."

"How long do you need?" Deepali relaxed her posture but her eyes turned sad. His reaction from before still did not sit well with her. All this while she was probably having unrealistic dreams. He did not even give a single thought about them. "How long do you need? I thought you were also in love with me."

Abhay's lips were agape. This wasn't just an endearing 'I love you' they said to each other every now and then along with a greeting. She confessed to him. Or... had she always meant it?

"Really? Since when?"

She turned away and rubbed a tear off her cheek. "How long do you need?"

"Deepa, I love you too!" Seeing her like this, living together until death felt much doable.

Deepali did not know when he covered the 2 metre distance between them. She was suddenly engulfed in his warmth. Then Abhay slowly leaned in for a kiss but Deepali turned her face away, again. "Then what? Just tell me how long you need."

Abhay bent to put his face in front of hers. "Do you really think I'd leave after doing something to you? I'm really not like that. Didn't I tell you about everything I did in my previous relationships?"