The Reasons To Love You - NISHTHA - ADITI| Kartik Aaryan Fanficton |

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Headaches are the worst kind of problems. I hate them. I wake up in the morning light to an incredibly high headache. My head pounds and throbs harder and harder. This happens everytime. I regret drinking the very next day everytime.

"Oh God! My head!" I say as I prepare to get up. But a heavy weight doesn't let's me. I look around and find Kartik's arm wrapped around my waist.

"Come on, let me get up." I say in the raspy morning voice.

His arm tightens but I pinch him there and he removes it. His eyes flutter open.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asks me rubbing that area.

"Shut up, I need to throw up." I say and get up. I walk into the en suite and throw a look at myself in the full length mirror. No!! I freeze in my tracks and I'm so gone. The urge to vomit has gone away.

It's not the smeared makeup or the nest out of my hair. I'm not wearing any pants! How... When... Why? And I slept with Kartik like that!!! Oh my God!!! No no no. Please!!!

"Why... Why didn't you tell me I wasn't wearing any pants?" I turn around and ask him while dragging the shirt down to cover as much of my body as possible.

"You... I asked you so many times to change but you declined. You were so drunk." He says.

"I... I was drunk?" I ask him shock evident.

"Well, you chugged down the whole bottle." He says like its not a big deal.

I immediately open the door of his closet and dig my hand to find something. Finally, my hand lands on a grey sweatpants. I wear after asking him to look away. I had to fold it three times to make it's length of my size.

"You do look sexy in my clothes." He compliments.

"Shut up." I blush.

I look at the time and it's 7. But since our shoot is complete, so we have a rest day today and then the promotions would start.

"I'm sleeping again. Wake me up later." I say and fall on the bed and into the sleep.

After a three hours sleep. I wake up to find still a headache in my head.

I walk towards the closet to take out some clothes to wear. Suddenly, my stomach starts paining. Is it that time? No... The monthly curse!!! I hate it....

Well, whatever. I take out Kartik's clothes to wear along with my undergarments. And after having a shower for half an hour. I feel very relaxed but the headache is still there.

I dry my hair with the towel and rush downstairs.

The smell of tasty food hits my nose. I go and sit on the kitchen island. As usual he's cooking the food.

"Man, my head hurts." I say as I keep my head between my hands.

"It'll be fine. Well, I have never drank before but I do realize the headache must be strong." He says as he professionally makes a sandwich.

"You have never been drunk?" I ask.

He gives a shy smile to me in return. After a few minutes, he sits down with me and gives me some food.

"Well, it's a shame I can't cook and you can." I say, the deliciousness overtakes me.

"I would do anything to cook for you everyday." He says and smiles at me.

After eating the sandwich and having a cup of coffee, Kartik gives me Tylenol and some water.

"Take it, you'll feel better." He says and that's when I look at him in the eye.

"What is this? How did you get it? Are you okay?" I bombard him with questions. I get up from my place and stumble towards him. I ignore my headache and focus more on the black eye.

"It is nothing." He says and goes into the kitchen.

"Tell me. What happened?" I ask him stubbornly.

"You do know what happened yesterday. Well, I'll tell you." He said removing the eye contact, "When you went to my room, Uh-huh... Kabir gave me that. And I didn't fight back. I deserved it."

"Yes you do." I say and take the Tylenol.

I'm still hurt by the fact that he isn't talking about yesterday and solving the problem. I am feeling very angry right now. I think the PMS won't let me live.

I get up and change into a new outfit. I think today I should go back to my home. I don't wanna be here. Why isn't he talking about it? Why isn't he explaining himself? Why isn't he ready to justify himself? I'm ready to listen to whatever he's got. But that's only possible when he'll tell me what was going on!

I get down and switch on my mobile. It's noon and I know messages must be flowing through. I take my clutch and throw some tampons in it.

Get ready, Deepika. Today is going to be worse.

"Hey Deepika beta! How are you?" My mother's sister asks me as I settle myself down on the sofa with the others.

"I'm good. How are you doing?"

"Well, we talked to the planner and he said that the theme is going to be perfect. We were just waiting for you to come. Everyone has decided to go for shopping. You in?" She asks.

"Yes, why not? By the way, tonight I've to leave for Mumbai. You know, the promotions are starting tomorrow." I tell her and everyone else also listens to me.

Getting back to my house throws nostalgia all over me. I still remember the spot where me and Kartik had our first kiss. I don't wanna remember him. Let alone talk about him.

"Deepika, can I talk to you alone?" My mom asks me. I'm so gone. Whenever she wants to talk alone we end up screaming at each other or we don't talk for days. I don't know what's her problem. She seems to dislike my job but I love it.

We walk upstairs and into my room. More and more nostalgia seeps into me.

"Where is Kartik?" She asks trying to not to sound edgy.

"Mom! Is it necessary to have him everyday with me?" It's true that he isn't with me but that was because we both needed break. Break from each other.

"Deepika, you are going to get married and you need to have him with you. It's not that you can handle everything on your own. You surely have to depend on him for everything." She says her voice raising by each word.

"Mom, don't. Don't say that. Whatever I'm today is because of my hardwork and yours and dad's support. Don't you dare say it." I spit out resisting the urge to stomp my feet or point a finger at her.

"Well, I don't care if you are doing this job. You and me both know how much I love your job." She says putting an emphasis on love. I know what she means.

"Mom, I don't get your point. What do you exactly want me to do?" I ask her. My blood is boiling hard. Is my dependence on Kartik visible? Am I really so much dependent on him?

"I want you to take him with you everywhere you go. Otherwise how will people know you are getting married?" She says deviously.

"Thank you for your wonderful advice, Mom." I say sarcasm dripping down.

I surely love my Mom.

I stomp out of the door and go outside. I see everyone smiling and laughing and talking with each other. There's only one person I need right now.

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