AMAIRA - His Pehla Pyaar

Chapter 9. RoadTrip

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Reyansh's POV:

It's been half an hour, and she is giggling while reading some texts on her phone. I don't know who he is or anything, but she is blushing as if she is talking to her boyfriend."Um, um, jealous ha," my subconscious mind mocked. "Huh, why would I?"  I protested, but her short, wavy hairs flowing with the wind, her jhumkas matching her dress, those lips with a tint of brown and gloss.

'she is sooo pretty, wish i could tell her that'

I think I should start a conversation so that, for a few seconds, at least she would look at me.

"umm boyfriend?" I said I was trying not to sound jealous. "huh? talking to me?" She pointed a finger towards herself without keeping the phone aside.

"Yes, I guess because these two are sleeping like no tomorrow." She just looked back at them and smiled, looking at how Manvi had slept, leaning on Aayans shoulder and his head on hers. "You didn't answer my question! Any boyfriend?" I asked again, trying to continue the conversation.

"Nooooo," she said, stretching the word. "You were giggling and blushing as if you were talking to someone close, so I thought."

"Oh, I am reading a novel, so you know, fictional men." She said shrugging her shoulders trying to explain me with her gestures.

"Oh, but what is there to giggle so much about?"

"Uh,  you won't understand." Haww, what does she mean? I won't understand. What is so much in these so-called fiction men's? I thought and rolled my eyes.

"Why???" I asked. She took a pause, kept her phone aside, and turned towards me, sitting comfortably on the seat.

She said, "You won't understand how it feels when the guy worships his lady like a goddess; you won't understand when he becomes her safe place where she can cry her heart out; where the guy brings her flowers every time they meet because he knows she loves them more than any expensive gifts. That feeling of love, when we read, takes us into a world that is fully fictional but still gives us the comfort and hope to find such love in the real world where we exist."

"Oh, oh, oh, okay, I get it, I totally get it," I said, taking mental notes of everything that she said just now.

"So, have you ever experienced this kind of love?" I asked, getting curious to know more.

"No, my fictional men's are better than those real boys who break hearts," she said, and my heart flutters with happiness and also with a hint of sadness.

Happiness because it's clear that she has no men in her life right now, and sadness because she thinks that all men's break hearts.

I am not like that; I'll never break her heart, but how can I tell her that?

"Ayyy, not every guy is the same; those who break hearts are boys who don't know what real love is, and those who worship their lady are men who know how to make their lady happy," I said, trying to make her understand my point of view.

"YEAH..." she said, looking at me for a brief moment, a content and satisfied smile playing on her lips before she sat straight, continuing to read the book further from her phone.

Amaira's POV:

I was shocked and happy to hear those words from him, like his thoughts are honestly good. There was a comfortable silence after the conversation, and I could sense that the next two weeks would be fun with this guy, who is new to the group but genuine and kind.

After around 2½ hours, we reached our destination. Now Manvi and Aayan are fully awake and more than excited to go inside. We all took our luggage and went inside.

The farmhouse was well-built; at the entrance, there is a lawn with seating arrangements, and a corner was made that faces exactly to the sunset point.

The farmhouse was huge, with a small swimming pool at the back. It was more homey than those other farmhouses.

We all went to get fresh. Manvi and I decided to stay in one room, and Aayan and Reyansh decided to stay in another.

We got fresh and changed ourselves into more comfortable clothes, and now we are gathered in the main room that is attached to the kitchen.

"so ajj ka kya agenda? ajj kaha ghumne jayenge?" says Manvi.
("so what is today's agenda? Where should we visit today?")

"I think today we should spend time at  home like we can play games, watch movies, enjoy swimming pools, and plan for the upcoming days." I said, looking at everyone, and yeah, everyone was convinced of it.

"Let's start with cooking something." I suggested, and saw Aayan lying on the sofa in the main room.

"Hey, you get your ass up and dare you to sleep again this time. I'll make sure to empty the whole bucket of water on you; you have already slept much in the car." I said, trying to threaten him, and I saw Reyansh trying to hold his laughter.

I squinted my eyes at him, and he immediately kept his index finger on his lips. I smiled at these guys antics and took Manvi with me in the kitchen.

We have bought some instant foods with us so that we can survive a day or two on them until we visit a supermarket or any other place where we will eat in a hotel.

So we decided to make pasta for lunch because we were too tired to make anything other than that, and the boys took on the on the work of making coffee for the evening, so now they were just standing near the kitchen counter as helping hands.

I kept the saucepan on gas and added water to it. Once the water was a little boiled, I added pasta to it and kept it for boiling.

On the other hand, Manvi took Aayans help in cutting the vegetables, and now they are stirring them in the pan. Reyansh was standing there, filming everything on his iPhone.

Then, once the pasta was boiled, we added it to the pan of vegetables, adding the sauces, pepper, oregano, chiliflakes, and a little bit of salt, and stirring it to make sure everything was mixed properly.

Reyansh then came forward to help serve the plates, and we took the plates to the dining table. We ate the pasta in silence, and everyone's face showed that the pasta was definitely well made.

Keeping the plates in the sink, we all gathered in the main room to decide further work and places to visit.

"I guess we should distribute some work among ourselves. I know there mustn't be much as we will be mostly outside, but still, if we keep everything clean, then it will be better for us," Manvi said.

Aayan gasped, looking at her, and kept the back of his hand on her forehead. "You were alright till now; what happened suddenly? Who got into you? How can you sound so sensible about such things?" he said, and she just slapped his arm, scrunching up her nose. We all laughed at their antics and resumed deciding the work.

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