The Not So Cliché Love story

Musings of the boy

Aarav's P.O.V.

Dia keeps surprising me. She doesn't notice me in the corner. I hear her discussing with an urgent client. She sounds confident and reliable.

She does interior designing and damn good at that too, according to my parents.

I walk about thinking about this, then I see Paari. The real one though this time.

I go sit beside her. She looks at me and smiles.

"Why are you up so early?" she asks

"I heard we are going out for breakfast," I say.

We keep talking for sometime about random things when I suddenly blurt out," You are nice to me. Not at all like that friend of yours!"

She looks amused.

"You spend more time with her and see how you much you will enjoy her company," she suggests.

I grimace at her idea.

She looks surprised at my reaction and mutters something that I did not catch.

"What?" I ask her but she quickly changes the subject.
I let it go and laugh along with her.

"Having fun, are we?" I hear a sarcastic voice behind me.

"Being jealous, are we?" I shoot back.

She turns bright red. Either blushing or getting ready to explode.

Mostly probably the second one. I get out of the room quickly. Already got into trouble last night with my mother for fighting with Dia again. Don't want to enrage her twice in a row.

I turn around the last time to see her grinning like a cat. Something up her sleeve again.
I wonder what would it be like to be with her without these superficial fights.
To be on her side for once.
To make her want me.
My stomach grumbles and I forget all about it, thinking about my breakfast.