Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

VI. Backhanded Badly

Aisha's POV:

"Bye. I'll see you at school," Niu said and high-fived me. "Byeee..." I called. I closed the door and walked upstairs to my room with Darshan in it. My mom was outside for 2 days. "Aisha."

"Haan Darshan, kya hua," I asked as I sat down on my recliner. "Auntie kab waapas aayengi??"

"Parso. Khana main banaungi. Okay? Okay."

I pulled a book out and started reading to cut the awkwardness. "Kya padh rahi hai?"

"Percy Jackson and the Battle of the Labyrinth."

He nodded and went downstairs to call his friends. 

An Hour Later...

"Hi, Aisha..." Jyugal. My brother. "Bhai! Tu yahan kya kar raha hai?" I asked excitedly. "Siddharth aur Hardil bhi aaye hain."

"If you guys are hanging out here, be downstairs. I need some alone time with my book."

"Cool," he said, kissed my forehead and sat on my bed. The others came upstairs and sat down. "Well, hello to you too..." I replied sarcastically. "Why are you here?" Siddharth demanded as he raised an eyebrow. "Yeh mera room hai... I live here," I stated while I gave them the look that said 'Get your brain checked.' They started on homework as I read my book in peace after a very long time. "Aisha, yaar yeh kya hai? Math mein help kar de," Jyugal called. "Kya hai?"

"Ye kya hai yaar?" Jyugal whined. I smacked my head as I sat on the bed beside him and grabbed his book. "Yeh hi kar nahi payega, toh age ke chapter mein tune toh mar jana hai. Yeh dekh," I laughed and started explaining it to him. He kissed my forehead after I finished explaining. "Main jaun?" 

He looked at me with pleading eyes. I giggled and we finished his math together. I looked up to see the other three struggling. "Need help?" I asked. "Mehrbani karne ki zaroorat nahi hai," Hardil mocked as he continued to struggle. "Mehrbani. Hadd hai. I am genuinely trying help here," I snapped. "Mujhe help kar de," Darshan looked at me with an expression I couldn't decipher. "Hmm. Bol," I scooted closer over to him to help him. He thanked me. Way too formally. My smile faltered. "You two?" I glanced at them, blankly. "Kar lenge," they chorused. I nodded and went back to back to my book and music. "Yaar thoda aur insist nahi karegi tu? Kitni rude hai yaar," Siddharth murmured. "I heard that. If I am polite to you, you take me for granted. And when I'm not, you find me rude. What do you want me to do?" I asked, slowly. "Die. You know what? Just die. The world will be a much better place without you," Hardil answered. "Tum dono mere ghar se niklo. Get out. Chalo, chalo, go," I yelled. "Hum kyun jaayein? Tu ja..." Siddharth yelled back. "It is my house!"

"Nahi, nahi jaayenge. Kya kar legi?"

"Oh no, you didn't!!" I screamed as I backhanded them both. "Aur chahiye?" I had tears running down my cheeks. "Tu waapas maregi?"

"Haan!" I shouted as I backhanded them again. "I know you hate me, but don't ever take me for granted. The result will be nasty. Get out of my house. Now!" I stated firmly and they ran away. I tugged at my hair out of sheer anger. Tears were flowing freely down my face. Bhai hugged me. "Sorry, Aisha."

"Teri galti nahi hai yaar. You... thank you." I hugged him and cried into his shoulder for a long time. "Chal main ghar jata hoon. See you later. Hmm?" He informed, kindly. I nodded. He left. I went back to my music and let the tears run down my cheeks.

Darshan's POV:

I saw Aisha crying and my heart clenched. Those two took it too far. She never cried. "A-Aisha."

She wiped her tears away harshly and looked at me. "Tu kitne din se ro rahi hai?" 

"Tujhe kyun itna farak padhta hai? You hate me, right?" Her voice cracked and wanted to hug her and tell her that I was sorry for everything I ever said to her. "Yeah, I do," I muttered and walked away.

I couldn't tell her anything about how much I missed her. And that hurt me.