❝ Don't look for love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall, you just fall. . . ❞
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He Turned The Page,
She Burned The Book. . .
Inaaya...
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Inaaya POV
We say there on a block of wood in silence. He didn't say anything and neither did I. I was waiting for him to say something, to say the reason he said it's his dad because of which everything happened.
"So... We're just going to sit here and wait for some maniac to come and kill us?" I said looking at Yuvaan.
"Your imagination amuses me" He said smiling and shaking his head.
"Well there's some part of me you like there" I muttered under my breath looking in other direction.
"What did you say?" He asked. Thank god, he didn't hear what I said.
"Uh. . . No nothing" I said smiling.
"Huh. Okay" He said.
And there we go again with the silence. He owes me an explanation to all the mess he created.
"Are you gonna talk or?" I asked, getting more frustrated with each minute passing.
"Aren't we talking now? " He asked to which he received a blank look from me.
"Okay, fine!" He said finally getting the point.
"That day I was all furious and angry because of my dad" He sighed and I nodded.
"That day at dinner also you might have noticed that we had some sort of odd relationship. We don't really get along you know?" He said looking down.
"I felt something was odd but it wasn't my business so I didn't ask anything" I said.
"That's the thing about you, you don't meddle with anyone's business" He said looking at me for a minute.
"Why, thank you" I said smiling.
"So, the actual thing is that he wants me to take over his business and I can't" He said.
"Why can't you? " I asked him.
"Well, for starters I don't want to and secondly he doesn't think I'm mature or even capable enough to do it" He said looking up now. He refused to look at me.
"Huh. What do you want to do? Like what's your aim or dream?" I asked him.
"That's a first" He said giving an amused look.
"What?" I questioned.
"That's the first time anyone and ever asked me what I want to do. No one really cares you know? For them I'm just a pain in the ass and good for nothing." he muttered the last words but I heard them.
"I care about you and well, you are a pain in the ass but you are definitely not good for nothing" I tried to reason with him.
"Huh" He said.
"So... What's it?" I asked.
"I want to be a writer or maybe something in music" He said.
"That's good what's the problem with that then?" I asked.
