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2. AADITYA

(A/N : Hey guys! Another update for all of you. This one is the guy's POV. And since this is a dual POV book, that's how it'll go. One chapter as Sapna and the other as Aaditya.

Note that the words in italics in the bracket are translations to the endearments used which are originally in Hindi.

~ Enjoy reading!) 

~Aaditya~

"I said I was sorry! Bhai?" (bro) I said to Rishi, who had his attention focused towards the empty road as he drove us back home.

"Won't you even look at me now?"

Of the countless mistakes I had made in my entire lifespan of twenty three years, according to my lovely cousin, dropping an easy catch and making my team lose was the biggest. I couldn't figure out what importance that one stupid cricket match had which could turn Rishi from a tender, affectionate soul to a flesh eating, wrathful monster.

"Rishi?" I said, exasperated, and that earned me a glare, probably because I addressed him by his name and not as my brother.

"Fuck you." I crossed my arms over my chest and looked out of the window.

I got out as soon as the car came to a halt in the parking of our apartment and slammed the door shut. Rishi did the same, slamming harder, as if to state to me that he was awfully pissed off. I didn't bother looking back as I took the stairs and he took the elevator.

If he could be angry at me for dropping a catch then I could be angry at him for not talking to me.

He shot me one last glare before unlocking his door and banging it shut behind him. I let out a frustrated sigh as I entered my home.

One thing I adored my Chachu (paternal uncle) for was this; having not combined the two flats we owned in this apartment. At least I didn't have to face Rishi's rancid moods.

I went into my room, tossed my phone on the bed and took my clothes off before entering the bathroom for a shower.

Putting on a T-shirt over my jeans, I walked to the kitchen.

I saw a note on the refrigerator. It was in Dad's writing which meant I should be prepared for the unexpected. I read it.

'Raveena and I will be back by tomorrow morning.

Which meant that I had the place all to myself tonight. That sounded good.

Give your students a month's leave. We are going for a vacation.

Wait, what? A vacation? Who on earth goes on a vacation for a month? Give my students a leave for that? No way, Dad.

And yeah, dinner's at Dheeraj's place.'

That meant facing Rishi. Again.

So basically, my life was a bunch of royally screwed up circumstances. Wasn't that just great?

I took the paper and crumpled it, throwing it on the floor as I collected my bike keys and my backpack before stomping out of the house.

Once there, I parked my bike and took off for the stairs. All my students stood in groups blocking the complete passage, causing the office goers all the earthly awkwardness possible.

I had planned on buying my own place once I had saved enough money, but until then I had to take tuitions in this commercial apartment. The rent was not affordable and since I never accepted a penny from my Dad after graduating, there was a lot I had to manage in order to pay it. What mattered the most to me was my students' convenience and a good place for them to study.