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C H A P T E R - 41

Mayra

"Do you ..hate me?" I sounded hesitant because never would I've thought of asking this question directly to Aarav. And I'm scared of his answer. "I hated the way you looked at me as if you can breathe around the world but not with me" his voice had a hint of softness and I blinked looking down.

"Because you were a pain in my head" I commented not meeting his eyes "And I hated how you would talk to everybody in the room but not to me." his words force me to glance back at him. Not an ounce of surprise hidden on my face "You wanted me to talk to you?".

"Well. No" he pressed his lips in a thin line "Tum dur se ghurte hui sexy lagti ho" (You looks sexy glaring me from afar) and then he bursts in a grin.

"And that was your third question" he added.

Now it was his turn again "What is your type Mayra Dhanrajgir?" hearing my full name from this man did something to my insides. I clamp my hands shut to kill the sudden tingle bursting inside my palms.

"I ...don't have a type" just as I answered a loud thunderstorm somewhere near roared in its wake and I resisted a flinch. His face turns unreadable and I hate this expression whenever we're in a middle of any argument or even talk which is rare except for now fortunately.

"Who's Kafka?" I lowered my brows at the mention of the name "I saw that man all over your Instagram account" I bite back a grin "You were stalking me? because you're not added in my friend list" I asked one brow raised at him in a mock gesture.

"If I wanted to stalk you.. I'd go for different things then just that" the unsaid promise in that sentence made me clench my thighs a little too hard. Suddenly I was too aware of his shirt clinging on my body and mostly the scent of his still coated on it.

 "So this is my last question..." I don't wait to think "Did you leave that thank you note on my door when you were leaving for Mumbai?" when he mentioned about how I'm Iti's favorite and she would love me anyway. My thoughts wandered to that particular memory and that two word note.

For a moment his eyes didn't leave mine but then he finally opens "Thank you was the least I could say before taking away your sister from you" I blinked. and blinked.

Am I living in some kind of simulation or is this Aarav actually real. The broody version of him that I've portrayed in my head keeps shattering since I've started to spent more and more time with him.

"My last and final question" he huffs a breath tossing himself on his side to completely face me.

"Would you have erased that kiss between us if you had the chance?" I was taken aback for a long moment as if I'm not able to process what he just asked of me.

I've surely played and replayed that particular moment of my life more than ever but I've never clearly had the memory of him kissing me on that rooftop. Maybe that's what draws my frustration even more. And that's why I don't like drinking.

When I broke away from my trance and found him assessing me I replied "Yes" because I wanted to remember my first kiss.

His expression remains the same but something flicks in his eyes that I could not pin point "Good thing" was all he said before flicking on my forehead "Night Mayra" and then I never knew when the exhaustion blanketed over me and the sleep took hold of me.

The least you can do is admit it to yourself that you don't see him the way you used to..

I do.

And you admit that you want him..

Wha- no. Maybe. I don't know.

A scraping sound pulls me back from my sleep and I squinted before looking around me.. but I can't move. Nor pull myself up into a sitting position.

I eyed the taut muscles of his biceps draped around my chest caging me against him. The night was cold and the morning was even colder. I was chiming in the heat he was lending me but if he got up and saw us in this situation. 

I gently peel his heavy like boulder hands off of me and placed it on his side as I snooped out of the bed and walked towards the washroom. It took me less than ten minutes to wash up and slide into my previously wore clothes.

When I got back he was already up and checking his texts. "You can use the washroom" he nods not holding any eye contact and when after some moment he reemerges I handed his shirt back "You can wear it. It's cold" he speaks collecting his wallet and then we checked out of the hotel.

The ride back to the resort was quite and comparatively not awkward and I was more than glad for it.

The cab drops us at the entrance an when we reached the front of the resort a bus waited for us and I remembered we were to leave today.

Aarav strides past me and climbs in while I was stopped midway by none other than Moksha "Are you okay? I was so scared" she holds me by my shoulder and I pass her a generous smile "I'm good. Just sorry for losing the bet" I say remembering how the jerk fooled me.

"Not a problem sweetheart. We've managed. Somehow" she adds glaring her twin who peeked out from the window above us. I hold back my laughter as I hopped in the bus after Moksha.

Except some of the front rest of the seats were occupied. "Mayra. Come here" I turn to the source who just called. Moksha walking in front of me hisses at him "Don't mind Rudy but she'll sit with us" before I could have any say in the conversation the girl drags me past Aaksha, Reet, Sharan and Reyan.

The last of the row was occupied by Adi and Aarav separately. "I suppose if you can manage to endure one night with my brother. A ride should not be an issue" she winks at me with a knowing look before sliding in next to Adi.

And I hopelessly walk past them sliding in beside a sleepy Aarav who doesn't reacts at all. I relieve a long breath just as the bus roared and revved towards the resort's exit.

I finally got back my phone from Moksha, when I turned it on the notifications came in blasting. I had to wait for a proper minute before checking on my texts. One was from mumma and one from Iti.

I replied to both of them before opening my Instagram, many people reacted on my last story and I scrolled over Moksha's post most were from the hiking yesterday.

"Add me" the words poured directly into my ears and my head instantly snapped towards him "O-okay" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.. because I was use to throwing back retorts on his tease but now I don't seem to mind them often.

In a second he grabs my phone and takes it from me. "What are you doing?" I mumble reaching to get my phone back. Without a word he opens the camera and clicks one snap.

I was half coming in the frame while leaning on his arms but the picture covered his entire face "Post it" he mutters.

"Excuse me?" I say with utter shock lacing my tone "I told I'll ask what I wanted from you when I'll win" he simply says watching the sky bloom in perfect shade of blue and pink. I was seriously lost on words.. how can he find logic in everything.

With an irritated sigh I reopen my Instagram and posted the photo as a story mentioning him as he told me to.. not realizing I was staring the picture for a good minute until a notification pops up from the above.

He added me back.

And when I opened the red circle appearing on his profile I gasped silently.

He posted a photo of the beautiful sky captioning 'Pink is my favorite'.