My Ex - Crush

Episode 52

Arjun's POV:

As soon as I heard Deepika yell, "You're dead!" and launch herself at Rahul, I knew we were headed straight for chaos. She and Rahul were practically wrestling over that window seat, the two of them tangled in the most ridiculous way.

I clenched my fists, trying to hold my patience, hoping she'd just sit down before this got even more out of hand.

But then the bus took a sharp turn, and the inevitable happened-they both tumbled into the aisle, limbs tangled, heads hitting the floor.

Deepika blinked in shock, her eyes wide, as Rahul burst into hysterics beside her. The entire bus erupted in laughter, everyone watching their dramatic fall. I wasn't laughing.

Rahul scrambled up, proudly claiming her window seat, acting like he'd just won the jackpot. "This seat is mine!" he shouted, grinning like an idiot.

I leaned forward and grabbed Deepika's arm, pulling her up, my grip firm. "Sit near me," I muttered, my voice low but unmistakably sharp. I was done with this circus she was putting on.

But instead of listening, she brushed off my hand, looked straight at me with a smirk, and plopped right back beside that idiot Rahul. My jaw tightened.

So, this was the game she wanted to play? Ignoring me completely, as if that'd somehow make me feel...jealous?, why would I be jealous of him!

She knew exactly what she was doing, and the look on her face told me she was loving every second of ticking me off.

I sat back, the frustration brewing hotly inside. She'd rather deal with that idiot just to ignore me? And why? I'd offered her the window seat, even went out of my way to help her up, only for her to pull this?

I muttered "Unbelievable" under my breath, not sure if I was more irritated by her or my own weakness every time she was around.

I closed my eyes in pure frustration, trying to shut out the image of her sitting beside me, her hair brushing against my shoulder, close enough to feel her warmth. I was losing my mind.

Fine, Deepika. If you want to make yourself sick for that fucking idiot, be my guest. I curse you to get the worst motion sickness of your life.

Not even a few minutes later, my curse kicked in. Deepika was already starting to complain, clearly nauseous, she was clearly uncomfortable.

"Rahul, if you block the wind, I'll throw up on you!" she threatened.

I fought a smile. She deserved every bit of this. Let her sit there, struggling, while I sit here in peace. The idiot Rahul beside her just laughed, and I caught myself silently daring him to keep irritating her.

Then I heard Deepika's voice again, panicked. "I got a headache because of you! Get off my window seat, Rahul! My head is spinning!"

Meera and Joshitha tried to intervene, and I almost laughed out loud. She'd made such a mess of it, and now she was stuck, miserable, thanks to her own stubbornness.

"You should have sat with Arjun!" Joshitha told her as she pulled Rahul away.

Deepika groaned, clutching her head. "Why is this motion sickness suddenly catching up with me?"

I had to bite back a chuckle. That's my curse. I hope she enjoys every second of this misery she's brought on herself.

As we finally reached Kodaikanal, soaking in the cool breeze and tall eucalyptus trees stretching out along the winding road. The thick, misty greenery, the scent of the forest, and the rich, earthy air were exactly what I needed after that chaotic ride.