Amsterdam To Ambala. ✈ ✔

Chapter XI

Chapter XI - Pause the moments.

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Things were going on pretty smoothly between Aman and Tisha. Muskan, Tisha's best friend was sure of the fact that they were very much in love with each other right now but blissfully unaware of their feelings. The clichèd 'we are just friends.' statement was heard from them everytime she tried to make them aware. She gave up thinking that everything will happen at the right time and so things were normal again. It was a regular Sunday morning. The ladies of the house were busy in preparing breakfast and the men were sitting in the dining hall, completely famished and waiting for it to be served.

"Tisha! Go and wake Aman up." Tisha's mother told her as Tisha arrived in the kitchen, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She had just woken up. Hearing his names, her ears perked up. "Yes, I am going."

With a grin on her face, she ran back upstairs, straight towards his room. "Amannn!" She yelled in his ears at the top of her voice. Startled by it, Aman sat upright the next instant.

"What? What happened? Everything alright?" He asked in a worried tone.

"Oh yeah. I was here to wake you up. Everybody's calling you. And don't forget our day out." She winked at him.

He looked at his phone. It displayed 9.00 am. Who wakes up this early on a Sunday morning?

"I will never be able to understand you and your thoughts." He made an ugly face and struggled to get up.

What an irony it was in what he just said for Aman was the one who was able to understand her better than anyone else there and that too in a span of few weeks. Sure, Muskan had been her best friend but it was all fun and games with her. She was never really able to express her deepest scars to her. It was not like Muskan was someone judgemental but sometimes there's something that stops you. There's this vibe that makes you uncomfortable. With Aman, everything was different. She never thought she would share her deepest secrets with a person who was a stranger just some days ago. Aman made her feel that way. She was so much comfortable around him that she said and did anything without having to care for the world. He never judged her. He never made her feel bad about herself. He never made her insecure. He was always around her radiating warmth, positivity and happiness. He was always making her smile without even trying. He was someone whom she had confided in the moment they became Friends. Aman was someone who she had been looking for all her life but never knew. She was the best version of herself around him and so she was always seen hanging around him.

"Come down, quick." She giggled and left the room.

Aman walked down the stairs in his track pants and tightly fitted t-shirt that hugged his lean but muscular body. He graced the dining hall with his presence as Tisha sat beside him. The breakfast was served. The mouth-watering odour of Choley Bhatooray made their nostrils flare. Tisha poured some lassi in a big steel glass for him and Aman, as always had to imitate her while eating. She taught him something new everyday.

After breakfast, both of them changed their clothes and were ready for the day out. Aman stepped out of the house to see Tisha already there with a spare helmet in her hand and the bike.

"I am not riding with you and that too on a bike." He spoke with a horrified expression.

"Oh you sure are." She smirked and kick started the bike. "Beth jaa chup chaap. Warna plan cancel." [Sit here quietly otherwise I am out.]