Two lives, one promise
Maya Bhatia and Ayaan Ahuja were bonded together; their lives were predestined to be together from the moment of their birth. However, a single choice altered the course of their entire existence. Rather than taking their time...
"Wait", I stop at the door and look back to find him looking at me with his jersey in his hands.
"What?".
"Should be create a drama down now?", he suggested with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"What drama?", I inquire.
"We'll fight, like full-on screaming and threatening to kill each other?", he says and I grin.
"Yes", I clap my hands and he tells me to be quiet with a laugh.
"Gimme 2 minutes I'll just change and we'll go down arguing", he says and I nod excitedly.
I turn around and wait by the door as he changes his clothes.
"Are you done?", I groan stamping my foot and he grunts.
"One minute", he hums.
"Alright let's go", I huff walk a little away from the room and wait for him near the stairs.
"Okay what should we fight about?", I whisper and look at him who stood next to me with his height slightly decreased to mine.
"How about you yell at me for messing up your hair?", he suggested and I nodded.
"Alright ready?", he whispers looking at me and I give him a thumbs up.
"Ayaan can you stop causing me so much trouble?", I yell and he smirks.
"Well how about you just shut up and stop wiggling into my business", he yells louder but we still have the grins on our faces.
"Me? Wiggling into your business?", I fake a loud gasp.
"YES", he yells louder leaning down a little so the others can hear us.
"What's going on there?", we hear Mama call out and burst out laughing but Ayaan quickly covers my mouth with his hands and tells me to be quiet.
"Mom", he walks down the stairs with his feet staming on the floor. "This piglet is getting on my last nerve", he points at me and I make a dramatic sound.
"Did you just call me a piglet?", I storm over to him, with my hands folded against my chest while glaring at him. "You are more of a pig than I am. You don't even know where your damn jersey is", I point out and he looks at his mom while pointing a finger at me and telling his mom that I'm crazy.
"What's...what's going on here", I turn to the side to find my Mother at the doorway holding a box in her hand.
"Ma", I walk to her while holding my pointed finger at Ayaan. "He's troubling me so much", I pout hiding myself to my mother's side.
"Aunt I'm not even troubling her, she's the one annoying me I've even given her the bed and I took the floor and now my back is sore", he complains and now I'm not sure if this is just a drama or are we arguing.
"That's because you lost in rock and paper", I point out and he mimics me.
"And this morning he couldn't even find his jersey", I say and he glares at me.
"How many times are you going to bring that up?", he says with his hands on his hips and I pull my tongue at him.
"You--", he steps forward but stops when he sees his father.
"Enough", Papa yells and the whole house goes quiet.
"This is a house, not some fish market", he says angrily and I haven't ever seen him getting angry before.
He looks towards Ayaan who has his jaw clenched and his eyes lowered. "Now you", he points at him "Can't you keep your stuff properly?", he scolds him.
"Mom I'm going to school", he says glaring at his father. My eyes widen at his rude behaviour as he storms past me, bumping my shoulders on the way.
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