𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

9

Airah POV:

We reach home 30 minutes later. Arsalan parks the car and everyone hurries out of the car. I angrily shut the door when I hear Arsalan call me, "Airah wait here. Everyone else please leave." I try my best not to do anything which might upset Baba (father) for example slapping him. When everyone leaves I turn to find his hands folded with an evil grin on his face. He close the distance between us in two strides and I realise he's legs are pretty long and that's what makes him taller. He must be at least 6'3 maybe. I look up in his eyes. Grey. They look beautiful. "Oh my! What should I do? Lady Airah doesn't like the flowers I gave her." He mocks. His face inches away from me. "Arsalan you shouldn't have done that." I say.

"It seems like my lady is afraid that she will fall in love with me." He says with a grin. "I rather fall off a cliff than fall in love with you."

"Listen it's not like that. What I meant to say was that you shouldn't have given me flowers in front of them. What if they know the meaning? I don't want them to know anything about the divorce and all." I explain.

"And may I ask why so?" He asks. I look down at the Roses in my hand. They are beautiful despite their meaning. "Because I don't want Baba, taya and all to know about this divorce." I look up at him in his eyes and say. "Because I don't want them to know that I love Aasim. Because I don't want to make them upset by not fulfilling their wishes of us being married. Because......I don't want to make them be angry and upset towards me for being the one to ask for divorce. Though he didn't think of me the same but my happiness was Aasim, and now that I have lost him.....I want to live for myself and at the same time I don't want baba and taya to think that I am going against their wishes, decisions and all. They will be very upset if they came to know about this. And I don't want that to happen." The tears start forming in my eyes.

"This part of my life is very hard for me Arsalan. I don't know what to do. I don't know that whether I should choose my own happiness or my parents happiness. I just want to skip this part of my life." Finally the tears spilt over and flow down my face like a river escaping a dam. He sighs and gently pulls me in a hug. His face resting on top of my head. I don't want him to comfort me but somehow it feels soothing. And I want to hate it.

"Mat ro yaar." (Please don't cry.) He says. I don't reply. I just sob. "Airah just remember that there comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who won't even jump a puddle for you." His words hurt.

"A-arsalan..."

"What?" He asks. "I feel like throwing up." I say. "Please mere kapde par mat karna. Ye mera favourite hai." (Please don't do it on my clothes. This one is my favourite) He says. We are still in the parking lot. I can't help it. "Nahi Airah nahi please pleas-" (No, Airah no please n—) I throw up on his clothes. If this was to be recorded they should definitely edit it and put some rainbow colours coming out from my mouth. I can feel my body temperature rising, my stomach paining.And I'm so embarrassed. I want to run from here but my head is spinning. I grip his forearms for support. "Airah wait wait! Andar chalo pehle." He picks me up and takes me inside. (Airah wait wait! First come inside.)

"Isko kya hua?" (What happened to her?) I can hear mother's voice.

"Pata nahi." (I have no idea.)Arsalan says and puts me down on the sofa. "I think fever hai." (I think it is fever.) He says touching my forehead. And then the rest of the things goes in blur.