The Boy She Called Her Nightmare

39.Arshu: his tormenting attachment and her haunting dilemma

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Aarav's pov
"What is this ? A community meeting ?" Groaning in chagrin, my gaze moved from a very annoying Mishti to Ishan with a punchable face.

"Can't be. Your entire face screams of 'not to-gather'." Flashing his ever so goody-two-shoes smile, Ishan quipped in. In the meantime, Mishti's laughter echoed through the screen. Traitor for sure.

I rounded the table and snatched the chips packet, which Ishan just tore for himself. Ignoring his look of incredulity, I sat back behind my desk as I munched on the chips. Now this feels good.

"Off the fight. Let's analyse the remaining chances of your ass getting divorced." I dismissed her with a flick of my fingers, my back slumping further comfortably against the chair.

"I'm not getting divorced."

As I munched on another chip, the crunch sound wavered Ishan's attentive posture. Picking one I forwarded it in his direction and seeing my approach his eyes narrowed suspiciously. He hesitated for a moment however his resolve crumbled on my encouraging smile. As his fingers were about to reach it, I pulled it back before happily savouring it.

"Delicious."

His entire face appeared snared, his teeth gnashing together. "God wouldn't forbid you."

That made amusement dance in my eyes. "Who cares ? I certainly don't."

Huffing in irritation, he looked away and I smiled in victory. Out of the blue, Ishan kept a cardboard box on the desk with a bang which led to some of the stuff from inside to jump out. As my eyes fell on the crumpled origami bird, my smile vanished in thin air and my jaw ticked.

"This doesn't belong to me." He slid the box further my way and inadvertently my hands went to hold it before it could drop down.

Blazing red sizzled through my veins and my hold tightened around the box to hide the trembling of my hands. My gaze, thronged with incendiary and blinding fury, met with Ishan's as I growled, "Then why the fuck do you still have it ?"

Ishan looked visibly shaken from my sudden skyrocketed temper yet maintained a calm composure. "Deepti had them. I thought I should return it back."

He instantly bottled up when my agitated gaze pinned him down. The air in the room shifted.

Under the table, my fingers fisted around the origami bird. My thoughts, even when I tried to restrain, drifted towards Rhea.

It's been around five months since that incident but there's still moments when my mind gets plagued by the memories. Where I end up thinking about whatever happened, about her and about the unrealistic possibilities if I could have stopped it. If I could have had it all. Where I didn't have to lose anything or anyone.