Hey guys! 30/1/20
So a quick change.. in the previous chapter I mentioned something in italics saying 2 years. Well I messed up the timeline. It's now 8 months. Please remember that.
Enjoy❤️
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Arjun's POV
I clear out my mind and organise my thoughts sufficiently before swimming to the ladder and getting out. Aisha hands me a towel, "Your room?" she asks. I nod and wipe my body, wrapping the towel around my waist.
"Did you call me a molested dog back then?" I suddenly remember. What the hell.
"That solely depends on your reaction actually" she shruggs avoiding my angry gaze.
"Oh please! I'm fucking pissed; Naturally?!"
I snap.
"Ofcourse I didn't call you that Arjun!"
Why the hell are we siblings.
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Fifteen minutes later, I've changed into a pair of dry shorts and t-shirt and have mentally psyched up myself to confide the truth.
Since I was four, and Aisha two years old we've had a way of sharing our deepest thoughts that we've been reluctant and unwilling to admit. We sit on either side of a closed door, her or mine bathroom door. So we can't see each other's faces. But just hear. It feels like your talking to yourself and prevents guilt or overthinking.
Today it's my bathroom door. I slide my back against it and sit down deliberately. "Ready?"
"When you are." She responds. My cute sister.
I begin, "Remember the night in Toscano? When the drink got spilt on my t-shirt?"
"By the hot girl in black?"
Why did she have the say 'hot'? Fuck whatever.
"Yeah by the waiter who dashed into her"
"You siding her?"
"Shut up." I take a deep breath. Here goes, " So that girl is Cinderella"
"Pardon?"
"Yeah"
"Shit"
Tell me about it.......
"So now what's the problem... I mean apart from the fact that you're probably embarrassed and don't like her; Because you have a literally messy past." She asks.
So you see..... The problem is that yes, she's hot. She looks gorgeous in tight lacy leotards. She talks so expressively that it always ellicits a boyish, happy and smiley reaction from me. Something I'm not supposed to let happen. Something I've erased from a part of my personality, in the last 8 months. She's getting to me physically, mentally and emotionally. And I want it. I really want it. But my heart is stupid. Stupid before and still fucking foolish.
"Are you just gonna think or can you even speak? Please."
"There's no problem." I can't say it!!!!!!!!
"Arjun. You know the drill. I'm not leaving until you tell me." She responds, bored and earnest.
"She's getting to me Aisha. Through the mask, through the self control, through the walls. It's just happening. She compels me to listen to fairytales; leaving me wanting for more, her smile, her attitude... I mean this isn't me." I clench my eyes shut in defeat, my body shaking and harmones raging.
"You're a teenager. It's okay to feel attracted to girls. But Arjun - you.... Can't afford that." She stops.."I'm sorry. You need to try harder." She whispers.
"Maybe I don't have to anymore? Maybe I can let this happen. Everyone isn't like her right?"
I rush out
"What the hell!" Aisha snaps. I hear her shuffling around outside. Probably to face the door. "Are you even senses? Oh my god! Are you high?" She squeals.
"No. I'm fucking not." I snap with irritation.
"You have two weeks until the show. You control yourself. Got it? It's dancing and acting. Keep it to that. Do I have to remind you what happened in April? Because I can promise you won't like it, just like how you won't like how shit turns out if you give in to your emotions." Aisha talks fast, her voice heavy and slightly choked.
"Aish-"
"No! Arjun, I respect you and your attractions. And I want you to have someone. Cherish her - and whatever. But you're really wrecked right now. And it's all heightened. Please control your urges for me at least. " She's crying now.
Fuck. "Aisha. Stop crying. Now!" Stubborn female continues. " I know you need to hear it. You got it. I won't. I'll keep it to dance and nothing more. And I'm not doing this for you or whatever cooking up in your fuzzy head. I'm doing this for myself. I'll be fine." I huff. What the fuck was I thinking again? Oh right. I wasn't.
I let out a long breath. I'm not goimg to let her in again. I get up and look at my face in the mirror. Brown eyes endlessly deep, drowning in confusion, want, desire and truth. Truth of having to reluctantly let go. I clench my jaw and push my damp hair back.....One blink. And I'm back to controlled, reserved and obtuse Arjun Khatri.
I open the door and hug her. "You good" she questions.
"Shut up and stop crying." I tighten my hold.
" I hate you" She sniffs into my shoulder
"Likewise" I love you. I smooth her hair and rub her neck
" Is she really pretty?" She whispers.
You have no idea. "Noooooo." I lie.
"Fucking ass. You'll rot in hell for lying to me so much" She taunts genuinely angry. "What's her name?"
Oh god. "Alia. Now can we drop talking about her. It's not important." I need to avoid it.
"Alia" She repeats.
"Aish" I warn again.
"Yeah okay." She rubs her runny nose against me shirt and moves out of my hold.
"I'll see you at dinner. Wash your face" I say looking into her black eyes.
"Okay." She turns. " Your welcome by the way. Ungrateful, human."
Attitude runs in her veins instead of blood. "Shut the fuck up and leave" I hiss
Before shutting the door I hear her snort, "I coming to your next rehearsal".
Fuck.
I heavily fall on my bed, facedown with a loud and exaggerated sigh. "What are you doing to me Cinderella?"
Minutes later I'm asleep. A captivating girl with brown hair and pouty lips threatening to slap me - transforming into a delicate girl dancing with me in my dreams.
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I swear I'm crying .....wbekwvwogwuksbakssobs
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