AAHARA

FIRST KISS.

You know when you make the worst decision of your life after making the worst mistake you could? Well I did.

Running away was bad as it was, but what was worse than that was me getting up and sprinting away for the epitome of warth making his way upto me. I don't know what came over me, well for the record I had always questioned my sanity, especially when I made decisions like that but in that particular moment it was almost a automatic reflex.

I ignored the girl as I stood up and ran in the opposite direction, when I looked back, to my surprise he wasn't running after me like I thought he would on the contrary, he had completely stopped like he knew this would happen.

"Babygirl." That was all Bhaiya had to say to freeze me on spot, if I thought his glare was deadly than this voice was filled with menace. I am gonna die.

Yet before I could drown in my misery, I felt an arm wrap around my uninjured wrist and pull me back. I was about to say something, anything just for the sake of making an excuse or simply getting away from all of the mess I made. Yet once I made eye-contact with him I stopped, it's wasn't gonna be of any help. I was trapped.

Bhaiya didn't waste a second as he just left the station while dragging me along with him. Once outside I saw his bike right infront of the gate.

"Don't run." He said and left my hand to get on the bike. As if I will be that stupid.

He got on and turned to me, making me wear an extra helmet that he had brought. Then I got on the bike and we left the place, as we were going back I could feel the cold wind on my hands that were wrapped around his waist, we were going so fast that it felt like the cold wind was pinching me like needles. I saw a small resturant on the way and as if my eyes messaged my stomach, it growled in response.

"Bhaiya?" I called with a small voice, all ready to order the entire menu when a wave of shame and guilt came over me. Asking him for something felt wrong after running away like that but I was so hungry and the tired, I almost felt like I would fall off the bike any second.

"Hmm."

"I-I.." I tried but I felt so ashamed that I just gave up. I will just cook something later.

"What?" He snapped, sounding anything but calm so I just mumbled a small 'nothing' and he grunted. I sighed to myself and decided to wait for my doom.

A little while later we stopped at a red light, the wind wasn't anywhere near merciful so I just tightly clunched my hands together. When suddenly, I felt much larger hands take mine and shove them in the hoodie's pocket. Bhaiya didn't say anything but the message was clear and so was the warmth that I felt, both in my hands and my heart.

Once the traffic allowed we took off again, I was starting to feel droopy so I hugged Bhaiya tighter and put my head on his back but just when I was about to fall in a peaceful slumber, the bike stopped. I opened my eyes which had closed from tiredness, only to be met with a gigantic parking, it was empty but well light.

"Get down."

I did and waited for Bhaiya to get down and take the helmets off our heads, then he took a hold of my hand and lead me somewhere. Getting outside from the parking, I realised that we were infront of a resturant. I looked at it in confusion, turning my head towards my brother who didn't bother the tiniest bit with my obvious confusion.

Dragging me inside we went and stood infront of the receptionist.

"Good Evening Sir. Do you have a reservation?" She smiled politely.

"No."

"I am sorry then, we can't help you. We're full." She said with a tensed smile but Bhaiya only crooked his neck to the side.