CHAPTER 40
Previously on "A Small Talk?"
Previously we saw how Darshan and Y/N managed to keep themselves calm inside the dark locked elevator for so long until Devyan arrived at the right time. (No I'm not hearing anyone out. Shut your dirty asses up).
Y/N is confused but yet curious about everything happening around her. Will she be successful uncovering the truth? Let's see...
Moving on...
"How? There are so many things happening and you expect me to stay calm? What calm? KAAHE KA CALM? YOU'RE FUCKIN GETTING MARRIED RAVAL! HOW CAN I STAY CALM?" Y/N shouts glaring at Darshan.
"By knowing that I'm not getting married, madam ji." Darshan says holding Y/N by her shoulders as he makes her sit on the bed.
"Oh yeah? And what the hell is all this? The entire party and the entire announcement and the entire god damn news spreading across the world about you and Qahira is fake? And you expect me to believe it? And I'm supposed to say yes? Raval! Kya ho raha hai yeh?" Y/N says as she facepalm herself.
"Okay! I won't say much! Just wait for two days and all of your questions will be answered. Okay Y/N?" Darshan says with a chuckle, loosening his tie.
"Okay sir, as you say. But just two days, because my patience level stays on minus, like literally above the clouds. I can't stay calm." Y/N says passing a pissed look to Darshan.
"It must be really cold for your patience up there then." Darshan chuckles bending down to take Y/N's heels off.
"Ha-ha-ha. Very funny." Y/N rolls her eyes.
"I know you're worried about me and everything. But just remember that you're Raval is not dumb enough to let anyone harm me in any way. But I'm dumb enough to think that you're hungry. Are you?"
"Yes I am... But what the fuck! You're so good at changing subjects, wow Raval. And I don't want you to get in any kind of shitty situation which will affect your mental or physical health. I'm here for anything and everything." Y/N says cupping Darshan's face in her hands.
"Yes my lord." Darshan giggles.
"Khaane chalein?" Y/N says passing a soft smile.
"Pehle fresh holein?" Darshan says sarcastically.
"Arey Haan, chaliye sir." Y/N says picking up a towel and heading towards the washroom.
"Shower logi tum, Y/N?" Darshan asks following her to the washroom.
"Nahi, bas face aur dono haath dho lungi, bas. Kaafi hai. Yahan pe shower liya toh bohot samay beet jayega." Y/N says turning on the water in the washbasin.
"Fair enough." Darshan says standing next to her, waiting for his turn to wash hands. (Baccha hai)
"Arey but nahi, face dhoungi toh makeup bhi dhul jayega, and abhi yahan pe makeup kaise karungi." Y/N says looking at Darshan.
Darshan starts giggling.
"Hass kyun rahe ho?" Y/N says with a glare.
"Y/N, firstly, we're in a masquerade party, so nobody would see our faces anyway. Secondly, you're just insecure otherwise, you would know that you don't need makeup as you're beautiful without it. I know yeh sab hi bolte hain, but I mean it as I've fallen for this face and those mesmerizing eyes, and I won't lie in this. Understand?" Darshan says kissing on her forehead.
"You're my confidence." Y/N smiles.
"I'm your mirror. And the mirror says that you're beautiful." Darshan says giving a peck on her cheek.
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A Small Talk? (A Darshan Raval Fan-Fic)
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