Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

IX. Realised Feelings (Part 1)

Darshan's POV:

I did not want to go to school. Not with Aisha. I did not want to relive the past few days. My eyes snapped open and I found Aisha cuddled up beside me. "Aisha. Wake up. Subah ho gayi," I whispered in her ear. "Naa. Mujhe school nahi jaana. Mujhe sona hai, Mamma," she whined, beating her hands around sleepily. I smiled. She still hadn't changed. I slowly pushed her arm away and walked to the bathroom to get dressed. 

Aisha's POV:

I woke up and sat on the bed. I fell asleep beside Darshan while reading. It was the fourth day he hung out at my place today. Darshan walked out of the bathroom and I waved to him, "Good Morning." He smiled (?) at me as I walked into the bathroom. I got dressed, we had breakfast and left for school. 

Darshan's POV:

The silence was killing me. But I couldn't speak to her. She pulled out a notebook and started reading something. After 15 minutes of appalling silence, we reached school. "Tara! Yaar, Dance Society ki pehli meeting hai. I am so excited!" She said to Tara as we walked inside. I walked up to my friends. "Hi, guys!" I greeted. We high-fived as we entered the class. I looked at Aisha. She was laughing with her friends about something.

Aisha's POV:

"Toh, PRESIDENT, aaj ka kya agenda hai?" Alisha asked as I sat down. I looked at her and we burst out laughing. "Mostly introductions and all that kind of BS. Bleh," I said sticking my tongue out in a disgusted manner. "Madam President, is saal aap kis gaane pe perform karne wali hain?" Niu asked as she plopped onto the seat beside Alisha. "Niuuu... kya yaar? Sab ek din mein karna hota toh main resign nahi kar deti?" I whined.

Darshan's POV:

"Aur bhai? Chudail kaisi hai?" Siddharth asked. "Kaise hogi? Same," I rejoined. I glanced at Aisha again. She was looking over a notebook while her friends were making fun of her. "Bhai! Kidhar?" Hardil demanded as he smacked my head. I smacked him back starting a full fledged head-slap battle.

Much Later...

Aisha walked down the stairs, laughing. She high fived a few girls and winked at some. She walked towards us. "Jyugal!" She waved looking at Jyugal. "Bol! Kya hai?" He asked as he hugged her. "Bro, I need some major help. Main itni confuse ho gayi hoon, bhagwan bhi nahi bacha ni payega," she smiled. "Kya help chahiye?"

"Tu chal. Notebook mere bag mein hai. Main tujhe udhar dikhaun?" 

"Chal." Jyugal waved to us. She didn't say anything to me or the others. Emotions bubbled inside me. Was it regret? Jealousy? Nope! I still hated her. I hated her.