Wilted Rose

CHAPTER 7

Abhiraaj's POV

Ayesha has become more comfortable with me now. One month passed and there's not one day I forgot to ask about her day. Oh at least that's the time she talks to me freely and without any work. I love listening to her. Well I still need to ask her to open up, she doesn't do it on her own. Maybe that's justified. Sometimes it's difficult to be someone you once used to be. Sometimes, you want to be your old self again, but you're still trying to find it. (Swifties iykyk)

From what I had learned from her behavior is that she is refraining herself of doing things she wants to do. She has forced herself to be a secretive and introverted person. And I have come to this conclusion by observing her. How she is too excited to share about her day with me but doesn't dare to speak first. The excitement in her eyes for being listened to is unmatchable. Her eyes sparkle when someone pays attention to her, lets her talk and most importantly listens to her with interest and patience. It's as if she was ready to speak all this while but there was nobody to listen, so she stopped speaking.

I was home early today and was spending some time with Sanyukta. She always complains about me being busy with my work, so today I thought about taking out some time for her. I winded up with my work more quickly than ever so that I could spend my evening with her. She was telling me about her college and her 'best friend'. She has been going on about him for a while now. He is a male? Interesting. My brotherly instincts were alerted while I narrowed my eyes on her. She rolled her eyes at my possessiveness and assured me he is only her 'BEST FRIEND' nothing else.

I decided to pick Ayesha up as I was near her workplace. I decided to get Starbucks for both of us. She loves coffee. I know every small thing about her but yet it is new to me when she tells me about herself. Our night talks made us know each other more. She can kill and die for coffee. Ik she would be happy seeing her favorite drink from Starbucks. I stopped outside the premises of the restaurant and waited for her to come.

She came after sometime and was surprised to see my car there. Her face flushed as I got out of the car. She walked towards me with slow steps. Soon her hesitation turned into excitement and her face broke into a smile. Oh how much I adore that smile of hers. I smiled back and opened the passenger side door for her. She sat in and closed the door. I started the car and decided to go for a long drive. Isi bahane uske saath kuch aur time mil jayega.

(By this reason I can get some time to be with her.)

"Pata hai aaj kya huaaa???" To my surprise it was her who started the conversation first. I was startled and shocked, however I was quick to hide my surprise and act normal so that she doesn't hesitate. I smiled and looked at her, waiting for her to continue. She was going to speak but then stopped. Her smile died and she looked at me apologetically. "I am sorry. Mujhe Aapko Pakana Nahi Hai. It's Just That Main Zyada Excited Ho Gayi. Aapko Zabardasti Sunne Ki Zarurat Nahi Hai." She murmured looking down. I parked the car at the roadside and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. She shivered under my touch but unlike every other time, she did not pull away from my touch.

(You know what happened todayy??)

(I am sorry. I didn't want to irritate you. I just got too excited. You don't need to listen to me, if you don't want to)

"Agar aapki language main isko Pakana bolte hai, toh aapse pakne ko tyaar hu main meri jaan. Bs bolo, pure din jis awaaz ke liye tarasta hu, usse sunne do. Aur merese baat krke, kisi aur se nahi." I replied sincerely looking in her eyes. Her eyes widened and turned tender.

(If in your language it is considered as irritating, then I am even ready to get irritated by you and for you, my life. You just speak. I just wanna end mine desperation to hear your voice all the day. End this desperation by speaking. And speak only to me for doing so, not anyone else.)