𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

Just A Nightmare?

Arohi's Pov

In the next moment, I am in the air, being carried by Ayan. My heart starts doing that stupid thing it always does when he's around, but today? Today, I am in his arms. "Arohi?" I jolt back to reality when Ayan puts me down by the car. "Oh." Why am I disappointed that he put me down?

"You stay here. I'll bring the first aid box," he says before fading out of sight. I sit down comfortably and look around his car, which smells just like him. "Yeh ho kya gaya hai mujhe?" I slap myself and look up to see Ayan running back.

"Now stay still." He kneels and grabs my foot. "Ahhhh! Kese kar rahe ho? Thoda ache se karo," I scream, almost slipping. "What?" I mumble when he stops and pokes his cheek.

"Personal doctor nahi hoon main. I’m just helping, so whatever comes, try to accept it," he says, returning to apply the ointment on my foot. "Haan toh maine tumhe karne ko bola bhi nahi, itni si chot se mar nahi jaugi," I mutter. "Done," he says, standing up. I have to look up at him. How tall is this guy? Mount Everest kahika.

"Main jau?" I peek from the door. He looks down and *door shuts* in my face. What the fuck.

"AYAN!" I yell, watching him walk to the driver's seat and sit beside me. "Yeh kya hai? Let me go, unlock the door right now!" I almost break his car. "No!"

Without warning, he drives off at speed. Oh my god, I think I am going to die today. "Hum toh dost bann gaye the na? Dost ke sath yeh se behave karte ho?" my anger peaks at the end.

"Shut up!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Crazy ass man, no one, I mean no one, can ever understand this guy. Weirdo. I clenched my fists as hard as I could on the edge of my seat.

"Wese tumhe kuch aur naam nahi mila? Fiancé? What the fuck?" He hit the brakes hard, and I almost cracked my head open.

"What the—Bhagwan ne do do aankhen kya tumne dekhne ke liye nahi diya hai?" I yelled. Idiot.

"Aur tumhe yeh dimaag—sorry, tumhare pass toh hai hi nahi. My mistake," he muttered sarcastically. I looked at Ayan, who was smirking and tapping on the steering wheel. "Why are you smiling, pagal kahika?" He looked at me and said, "Nahi matlab—leave it," then continued to drive.

The only thing I could hear was the silence and my beating heart. I didn't know why, but I so wanted to look at him and just—no, no, but I had no answer why I was feeling this way. "Ek baar dekhungi toh maat nahi jaugi," I thought. I raised my eyes and was taken aback by the way he was already looking at me. Why is he looking at me like that? Damn, I almost had a heart attack.

"Kya dekh rahe ho?" I yelled and then went silent.

"Tumhe," he replied, *dhuk dhuk*. "Mu-mujhe?" I stuttered.

"Dikha raha hu. Sakal se toh achi dekhti ho par dimaag se nali ho," he said.

What did he just say?

"Kya kaha tumne, Ayan? Tum khud ko explain kyu kar rahe ho?" I slapped his leg. The next moment was awkward AF.

He hit the brake again, and I paused right on his chest, that open, unbuttoned chest adorned with those pure diamonds. They were rising and falling. "Whatever you're planning to do, please don't. We're in public," I looked up at Ayan, who was caressing his beard. Kamina...

"Soch kya rahe ho, haramkhor?" I scolded him. Yuck, what is he even thinking? I looked away. "Wait, what am I thinking?" I slapped myself and looked away.

[ 9 Pm Arohi's Room ]

Author's Pov

Arohi in her room, the clock ticking softly, indicating Slow times. The room was dimly lit, the warm glow from the bedside lamp casting long shadows. She stood in front of the mirror, towel-drying her hair, her mind replaying the events of the evening.