Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

X. Realised Feelings (Part 2)

Darshan's POV: 

"Guys!!" Aisha shouted happily as she ran to her friends. "Kya hua? Approval mil gaya? Song list... approval... blah. Tu kal poora din usi ke baare me baat kar rahi thi," Niharika asked her. She nodded, grinning. "First try mein? Hamesha toh teen-teen baar jaana padta tha?" Alisha claimed. "Haan!! First try mein. No changes at all. This never happens. Eeep!!" She bounced around, cheerfully. "Jyugal, bhai! Tune meri jaan bacha li!!" She ran up to him and embraced him. "Kis baat ke liye itna khush ho rahi hai?" Hardil asked, disgusted. "Oh. Forgot. Dance Society ko har saal ek list submit karna padta hai for approval. And we can perform only on the approved songs. Usually, teen baar jaana padta tha. Is baar, ek try mein ho gaya. God, I am so happy. Bhai, tu aaj jo bole. OMG!!" She hugged Jyugal and ran off. She was so happy and it made me smile. "Tujhe kya hua, bro? Bada has raha hai??" Siddharth enquired, flinging an arm around my shoulder. "Kuch ni."

I was really happy for her. "Darshan! I'm going home. Tu abhi chalega ki baad mein? Mamma ko bataana hoga." She looked at me while grabbing her bag. "Chalte hain. Bye guys." 

She was springing up and down grinning the whole route back home. I smiled, she had dimples and they looked so cute. I shook my head reminding myself that I hated her. "Darshan? Kya hua? Ja ni rahe kya?" She asked as she looked at me. I realised I had stopped walking. I nodded and followed her. 

Aisha's POV: 

I looked at Darshan. I couldn't look at him without remembering our past. Why didn't he say anything when I nestled up with him? He smiled at me the day before yesterday. Does he hate me? Truly? I shook the thought out of my head. It was terrifying me. I knocked on the front door as we reached home. Mom opened the door. "Mamma, approval mil gaya!!" My mom hugged me and patted my head. "I am going to the hospital. I have to perform emergency surgery. Bye."

I waved to her. "Darshan!" 

"Haan."

"Tu change kar le. Tab tak main khane ke liye kuch bana doongi."

"Aisha! Main bana dunga. Tu change kar le."

I nodded. Was he being considerate? What?

Darshan's POV:

She thinks I am being good to her now. Why did I say I will cook? I hated her. Right? My feelings are so messed up. I hated it. 

I went upstairs with food and found her dancing. She looked so lively and chill. And so beautiful. Wait. What? "Uh... um... Aisha?" I stuttered. "Oop. Did you see all that?" She stammered. I nodded and she blushed. "Food?" She nodded and we started eating. 

After Dinner... 

"Haan! Bye!" She walked in talking to someone on the phone. "Saala. Bola tha usko maine. Naak bhi tod diya. Phir bhi samajna nahi hai. Itna bhi dimaag nahi hai kya?" She mumbled to herself. "Um...kaun tha?" I asked. "Tera dost. Pratham. Agar bach ke nahi rahega, taange tod dungi uski! Don't be concerned when you don't care. Get it?" She yelled falling on the bed. I nodded. She started reading something and fell asleep hugging the book. I smiled and resisted the urge to kiss her forehead. I took her book and removed her glasses, put them on the table, removed my glasses and laid beside her. I looked at her. She looked so peaceful and huggable. I wanted to hug her to my chest and fall asleep with her in my arms. She moved towards me and hugged me. My wish came true. I hugged her back and switched the lights off.

Next Morning...

I woke up kinda sad. It was my last day in Aisha's house. She hugged me tighter and I couldn't move. I smiled. I laid back down and hugged her back. I could not hug her like this after this week. What is wrong with me?