Short Stories On DARSHAN RAVAL 💙

8. I Hate Him - Part 3

[Maheera Khan]

I opened my eyes. I didn't know the right time, my be 2 a.m. or something. I was thirsty. I took the jog, that was empty. I came out from the room and went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a bottle. I gulped some water then turned around.

When I turned around, someone was standing behind me. I was about to scream when that person placed his or her hand on my mouth. I widened my eyes.

"Darshan? You scared me.", I huffed as he removed his hand from my mouth.

"What are you doing here? You should be in your room right now.", I looked at him.

"I...I want to tell you something.", he said.

"Darshan it's so late now. We'll talk in the morning.", I slowly pushed him to made my way.
I went to the living room, when he held my wrist and turned me around.

"Noh, I want to talk to you right now.", he yawned.

He dragged me to the couch and made me sit beside him.

"But Darshan..."

"Maheera please, I can't handle this anymore. Let me tell.", he requested.

"Okey tell."

He took a deep breath and said, "Maheera I wanted to say this from a long time. I...I don't know from when but I...I love you!"

I widened my eyes and said, "Darshan you are not in your sense right now."

"And I don't want to.", he held my neck softly and pressed his lips on mine. I closed my eyes. I knew he was drunk. May be in the next morning he couldn't remember anything. But I felt happy, I felt special with him.

When he realized that I kissed him back, he pulled me closer by my waist and started kissing me passionately. Then he moved to my neck from my lips. He placed butterfly kisses on my neck.

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I opened my eyes and found myself laying on the couch. My hands was on Darshan's chest and his arms were wrapping my waist. He was sleeping peaceful. How did I came here? And why I was laying with Darshan?

Then it hit me on my mind. I remembered last night's incident. I looked at Darshan's face. He was looking so cute while sleeping.

I slowly removed his arms and sat on the couch. Thankfully everyone were still sleeping. I went to the washroom.

After getting freshen up I came outside. Darshan was sill sleeping. I looked at his innocent face. I knew that whatever he said last night and did, everything was just a mistake. He was drunk. He was driven by the alcohol. He was not in his senses. But I was in my senses. Then why I wouldn't stop him? Why I let him do that?

Darshan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at me. I gave him a smile. He smiled back. I made a bun with my hairs. "Good morning Darshan!"

"Good morning!", he pressed his forehead with his fingers.

"Headache?", I asked. He nodded slowly.

"It's obvious na. You drank a lot last night. Wait I am making nimbu paani for you."

He nodded and walked into the washroom. I saw Smriti came out from her room. We say 'good morning' to each other and went to the kitchen. She helped me to made nimbu paani. After making that I went to the living room again and gave the glass to Darshan. He gulped that and made a face.

"Feeling better?", I asked. He nodded.

I smiled and went to the kitchen. I helped Smriti to made breakfast.