His eyes had started to see me differently. That desire I saw on his eyes on the lift scared me a bit though. I never noticed the blackness of his eyes. Black is a rare color. He had the rare colored eye which shone at moments like when we kissed.
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Alia
He pushed me on the bed and started to play with my hair.
"You are gonna mess it up. " I laughed.
He inhaled and then looking naughty, he said seductively," I want to mess it baby! "
I laughed a bit more and let him do what he wanted while I stared his smiling face.
It was the great moment for me to be loved by him. I never had someone love me like this. Feeling of knowing that someone craved for me made my heart swell with happiness. I had everything in life now, loving parents, friends and him.
I neared to him and said," Thanks. "
" Why? " He asked looking confused.
" For trying to make me happy by extending your hand towards my friend. " He smiled and winked.
" I don't want you to be angry at someone, or someone be angry with you. "
I, too, wanted that from him. I wanted to remove all hatred he carried for his father. I wanted to ignite the love that was hidden deep inside his heart for his family. I just didn't know how.
" I want the same for you. Will you do one thing for me? " I was fearing to spoil the moment.
" Anything. " He breathed lovingly.
" Talk things out with your parents. I don't want you to be angry with them too. "
" Not again baby! " He tried to shake off the talk but I had to do it.
" Aditya, please! " I forced him getting near to him.
" You don't know anything, Alia. He is so selfish. You know when my mother died, he left me alone. I would cry for him and he wasn't there for me. Then he married her after few months. He sent me to boarding school when I needed him. He never loved me the way I wanted and when I started to do things to irritate him, he looked at me. Why? When I knowingly punched someone. He would come to see me no matter if he was going to scold me, it was that I just wanted to see him then. I used to do mistakes to meet him many times in a week. He didn't understand that, me or anything Alia. He never will. He call me spot on the family. I just don't care anymore. Fuck everything! "
He said and stopped for a moment. I didn't know if I should push him more, I kept quite for a whole when he began again.
" Thanks at that I got bhai. He was in London with his grandfather but when he came here to live with us, I got myself a friend. I remember how rude I was to him in the beginning. But he loved me and we got close. And then again, he went to Harvard and I was left alone. Dad never understand what I feel. He only know to lecture me, scold me. I remember my mother hanging in the ceiling. Them arguing over something I didn't understand the same night, and she, my respected step mother was there too. Now I knit things and I just.. "
