Maine Pyaar Kyun Kiya?

Day One

Varun P.O.V.

'Day one, 2100 hours.' I said into my hand, pretending to use it as a voice recorder. 'It's been just over six hours and supplies are already running - ow!' 

'Stop being such a dork!' Alia exclaimed, glaring at me as I rubbed the spot on my arm where she'd just hit me. 

'I am a dork.' I shot back before realising that I was insulting myself. 

'Yes you are.' she agreed. 'But act like the grown man you're supposed to be for five minutes and help me unpack this box.' 

'How are you still unpacking?' I questioned, wondering how she could possibly still have stuff to unpack after over five hours of emptying boxes and suitcases. 

'Because I've been unpacking by myself and I may have been here for over six hours but out families only left three hours ago, not five like you're thinking.' I blinked at her, wondering how she knew what I was thinking. 'You tend to say what you're thinking VD. I'm pretty sure we've been over this before.' Again, I blinked at her, sure I hadn't voiced that thought. 'No, you didn't. I'm just that good at reading you.' 

'Okay, now you're creeping me out.' I stated, earning a laugh from her. 

'I've known you for ten years now, I know how to read you Varun. And we both know you can read me just as well.' she told me. 

'Well, yeah, but you're on the other side of the room.' 

'And you voice half your thoughts.' she repeated, rolling her eyes at me. 'Now, are you gonna help me get this done so we can eat dinner before midnight or not?'

'Fine, what'd'you want me to do?' I asked, getting up from my spot on the bed. 

'Put these somewhere.' she said, handing me a pile of books. I did as she asked and put them on my bookshelf, in a space I'd cleared that morning. 

I turned around to ask what else she wanted me to do to find her stood behind me with a picture frame in each hand. 'I know we don't wanna make it any more personal than needs be but you know what I'm like with my pictures.' she stated, handing one to me. 

I took a look at it and smiled, unsurprised to see it was one of the pictures that usually sat on her dresser, a group picture from our time filming for Badri in Singapore. 'Alu, me and you couldn't be impersonal if we tried. You're gonna be here for three months, least I can do is make it feel like home.' A strange look came across her face and I could almost read the thought behind her eyes but then it was gone and she smiled. 

'Well, if you don't mind the pictures, help me find space for them and then we're done.' she said, gesturing to the four other frames that were piled on the bed. I nodded and grabbed a couple of them, setting them on the top of my bookcase and arranging them. She watched me for a moment before looking at the picture in her hand. 

She was still looking at it when I finished arranging the other frames, deciding it would look good if all five went on the bookcase inter of on my cluttered desk or nightstand. For a moment, I stood, wondering if I should say anything or wait for her to speak but, when it became clear that she'd zoned out, I walked up behind her, my arms automatically going around her waist as I peered over her shoulder. She leaned back into me without thinking, moving her hair so that I could see more clearly. 'That's one of my favourites.' I told her as my eyes landed on the photo. It was a candid shot of me hiding behind Alia while she laughed her head off, doing very little to help me avoid Kanchi - who was attempting to hit me because apparently Alia could only have one best friend - with Shaheen looking on in exasperated amusement. Though there were four of us in the picture, the focus was clearly on me and Alia, on the way my arms were wrapped around her and the way she leaned into me - not unlike how we were now - and the blatant happiness coming off us both.