Furore

32| Happier.

32| Happier.

"I had no effing clue he had an affair with Priya." I giggled at Neharica's face.

"Aww, cutie." I sarcastically commented. "Feeling sad?" I teased as I knew she had a crush on Nikhil.

"I don't like how everybody is making stories though, she got divorced years back, and if he is okay then why are you bothered? Like go do something for Kashmir instead dude." I huffed and she did not have a choice but to agree.

"My heart is paining but I'm letting it go because Neharica's baby is too cute to not have a father like Nikhil." She spoke to me sadly and I laughed.

"Aww, you'll find someone hundred into Nikhil." I cheered her and she gave me a bored look.

"But what when I only Nikhi?" She replied but before I could counter her my phone beeped.

Arsalan
If you done gossiping then walk faster.

Sithara
Why
Wth
Where are you?

"Hello?" I curiously scanned the garden to only realise not everybody is allowed to enter the High Court. "Say nah.." I pleaded too eagerly because obviously I was sure he was here.

"Across the road Jaan.." I spotted him the movement his words fell into my ears and my face beamed. I hadn't felt such a rush of happiness the moment I felt as I waved at him like crazy. It took me a second to notice he called me Jaan and my heart flutteres again. "Coming."

"I gotta go, sorry but I'll call you." I gave a quick hug to Neharica as she stood there quizzical at the way I behaved.

"Careful." He hissed as I clumsily almost walked into the car. I was too excited to contain myself. To be very honest, I did not expect him to come meet me.

Somewhere I knew it must have been work or something else but the fact that he did come meant a lot to me.

He put his phone down and crossed the road as I stood in the middle, kind of stuck in the traffic. The traffic in Delhi sucked.

He took a hold of my hand and I just couldn't stop smiling at his face. I didn't  know if it was because I knew I have almost won the case I was in the court for and he came like a cherry on my cake or it was just him.

He left my hand as we reached his car and he stood against it, leaning. "Why so mesmerized?" He asked me with a soft smile of his and I felt myself melt. It was like falling in love with him all over again.

"What you doing here??" I grazed his cheek, observing how he had trimmed his beard the way I preferred it.

"I'm here." He paused for a second, his eyes beginning to glitter in mischief. "To examine how polluted Delhi is."

I hit his shoulder, pushing him back. "I love you so much." I engulfed him in a hug. I did not know why I confessed it all of a sudden but it did feel right. "I thought you were angry with me."

"I am." His fingers trailed on my skin as he put a flick of hair behind my ear. "But doesn't mean I cannot meet you."

"Arsalan." My voice was full of drama but he cut me off before I could say much. It had been a week but he wasn't ready to let it go. He would reply to me on messages, take care of me, talk to me for hours on calls but he would make sure to do it all with cold vibes so that to let me know he wasn't still okay.