Don't wanna be his

Chapter 13. The misunderstanding

Jhanvi

I hadn't spoken to him since he came back from the shower. It's not like I didn't want to but I couldn't. My heart felt heavy as I saw him, so I just ran upstairs, before telling him to eat. Did I even do the right thing? I sighed, looking down at the gift that lay on my lap, tears almost forming in my eyes. I wasn't sure if I loved him or not, but now I know my answer, and I've found the answer to whether he'll love me back or not as well. I guess this love will fade away quickly since it's he won't love me back. What if I keep falling in love more while he doesn't? that'll just hurt more. More than what you figured out? I think so.

I'll still give him these gifts, I mean I only brought these as a back gift, nothing else. Why are you lying to yourself Jhanvi? You brought these gifts with love and excitement, not just as a back gift but a genuine gift for him. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. The door suddenly opened, and I jumped a bit, hiding the gift behind me.

I glance at him before getting up. I want to run to my side of the bed and just go to sleep. My heart pounding in my chest. What do I do? Should I give him the gift now or go to sleep and let him find out about the gift by himself? Jhanvi, calm down before your mind becomes a bigger mess than it already is.

He walked over to me, making me take a few steps back until my legs hit the bedside table. Please don't come close to me, I'll cry.

"Meri Jaan are you okay?" he asked, stopping a few inches away from me. His hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer. I closed my eyes for a second, taking a slow, deep breath. I nod, not having the courage to talk. Words stuck in my throat. I want to answer, but my heart isn't letting me. It's the first time I'm feeling this sad, and I have no idea how to control it or what to do about it.

"Did I do something?" He asked, his voice carrying worry. I shook my head in response, my eyes on the floor, while his on me. The more I feel my body closer to his the more my chest hurts. I won't forget the smell on him, even if he's taken a shower. I want to forget it, think like it never happened, but why?

"I'm sorry" He says, I swallowed. My hands grabbing his shirt into a fist. My heart is beating like crazy, feeling heavier by the second. The room went silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.

"Meri Jaan what did you brought from the mall?" he asked, trying to make me speak, his grip on my waist tight. I let go of his shirt and take a few steps back from him. Turning around I grabbed the gift box and handed it to him. He glanced at It before looking at me.

"A gift?" He asked.

"For you" I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

"For me?" he asked. I nodded confirming.

"Do I open it now?" he asked, making me nod again. He let out a small smile as he unwrapped the box, and when he finished, his smile grew wider.

"Shirts?" he said, grabbing the shirts and placing the box on the bed. He unfolded them, taking a look.

"They're really nice Meri Jaan, thank you" He said, placing the shirts aside. He reached out to pull me closer again, but before he could, I grabbed a smaller box handing it over to him. With a raised eyebrow, he took it and unwrapped it.

"Bracelets?" He said, examining them.

"Matching bracelets" I whisper, making him look at me with a smile.

"They're cute as well, Meri Jaan" He said, pulling me closer. His calling me by that name in every sentence is making my urge to cry grow even more. Does he call this name to the girl he met too? Why did you think that jhanvi, you'll definitely cry now.

"If you don't like matching stuff, you don't have to wear them" I said, making him grab my wrist and put one of the bracelets on me while he put on the other one. This made me feel a bit less sad.

"Agar appko matching karna hai to, I don't have a problem with it" he said.

"Thank you" I whispered, keeping my gaze on the floor.

"I should be the one thanking you for these awesome gifts" He said as I stayed quiet.

"Can we go to sleep?" I ask after a few seconds of silence, changing the topic completely.

"Yeah sure" his voice softened. His grip loosened on my waist for a second.

"Hanji—Before I forget" he said, tightening his grip before letting go. He opened the bedside table, taking out a box, and giving it to me. A gift? It had a cute purple packaging.

"For you" he said. I looked at him before unwrapping it. Placing the wrapping on the bed, I looked at the perfume bottle.

"It's a perfume–" I said, looking at him.

"I thought you'd like it" he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"So the perfume that was on you wasn't–" I quickly stopped, not finishing my sentence.

"The perfume that was on me?" he asked, confused.

"Oh that, actually, when me and Aryan were looking at the perfumes and smelling them, he accidentally sprayed some on me and himself. That's why I was tired; I was having a headache from how much he accidentally put on me" he explained, making me blink a few times. So that's why he had that smell on. It was because of that, not because he was with another girl. Suddenly my urge to cry flew away and my mood brightened. I thought so wrong about him. I thought he was with another girl. Jhanvi tune itna bada ilzam laga diya tha inpe, accha hua ki tune kuch bola nahi. Nahi to inka dil tut jata ki itna ganda ilzam laga tha inpe. Vese main to bohot khush hu ab. My bad feeling was wrong, I've never felt this happy before of my bad feeling being wrong. Thank you, Bhagwan ji, thank you.

I twisted the top of the bottle, spraying some perfume on my wrist. This is the exact perfume I use. How did he even know I use this?

"I got it because it smelled like the one you wear. I'm not sure though, but it still smells nice" he said, making me smile. I think he can hear my thoughts; he answers to whatever I ask in my mind.

"Actually, main ye same exact hi use karti hu" I said, making him smile.

"Thank you for this gift" I said, placing the perfume on the bedside table.

"It's nothing Meri Jaan" he replied, pulling me closer and snuggling his face into my neck, making my smile wider. I'm starting to feel guilty that I thought of him like that. I was so wrong to even think something like that. And I can't even say sorry, or else I'd have to explain why. Well, I'm just happy that what I thought wasn't true. I'm truly happy about it.