His Yarra Girl

Chapter 7

Navya Tandon 

I couldn't take it anymore! My eyes glistened on their own when I was singing the song. A Thousand Years. Perfect song for my current situation. I scoffed at myself. I meant every single word from the song I sang. I wanted him to know that I'll be with him no matter what.

Silently I wiped away the tears that were trickling down. That episode is still in my mind, how he left me abruptly. And most importantly I cried for him. I was crying over thinking how he would have felt when that incident happened. 

Whilst I was dwelling in Sharav's thought, someone tapped my shoulder. Instantly I wiped my tears away. I never expected to see him, I never guessed that he would follow me. I think, at least he feels something for me. It need not be romantic, even friendship can do. I don't want him to feel that I'm pitying him, I want him to feel that I genuinely care for him. Keeping my emotions at bay, I questioned him.

"Yes, Mr. Ahuja what can I do for you?", I asked him with a straight face. I guess he didn't expect this reaction for me, because he was shocked. Composing himself, he held my shoulders. 

"Why are you behaving like this Navya?", he asked me with annoyance. You need to taste your medicine Mr. Crush

"I'm sorry. But I'm behaving like every other day, Mr. Ahuja. Guess you confused me with someone else then.", I replied calmly. He closed his eyes in irritation. I smirked internally.

You annoyed me right and now it's payback time. Tada!

"Why are you acting like you don't know who I am?", he whisper-yelled at me. Pushing his hands away, I stepped forward whilst he took back several steps in reflex. Why is the role reversed in our case?

I mentally smacked my head. Standing at a distance from him, I crossed my arms at my front and replied to him, "Because I really don't know who you are!" Announcing this, I walked cross past him, smirking.

Good job Navya! You nailed it!

I praised myself internally. But the idiot he was brought on topic again which made my eyes moist. "Then what about the kiss in Paris?", he asked me. The kiss brings me the episode that happened in the café. I turned around, only to colloid with his hard chest. Damn he does work out, I guess. 

Concentrate on the subject Navya, my subconscious screamed at me.

"Do you always sneak up on someone?", I questioned him, whilst rubbing the tip of my nose. 

"Don't try to dodge the topic Navya", he warned me.

"Oh! Am I the one to dodge the topic or am I the one to leave the conversation in midway?", I snapped at him. Even I've some extent man. 

Promptly guilt filled his face. I soon felt sorry for him, but he needs to know that he can't abruptly leave that type of conversation. Gathering myself I started walking away from him. I heard him sigh heavily. 

"I'm sorry", I heard him say. Am I hallucinating? Definitely I am.

I turn around to have a glance at him, but he was already looking at me. With the intensity, he was looking at me, wasn't actually helping my heart. "Pardon me, did you say anything?", I raised a question back at him, you know to make myself sure because I don't want people to admit me in an asylum.

"I said I'm sorry", he confessed again. I'm not gonna let him slip easily, I'll now push his emotion button so hard that he'll end up blurting out something.

"Why are you saying sorry?", I asked him faking innocence.

"As if you don't know why I'm asking sorry for?", he was already on edge, I can bet my life on it.