Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XIV. Auditions and A Jackass

Aisha's POV:

It was the day of the auditions. I was pacing around in the auditorium. Niharika walked in with our judge, Miss Anderson. She was the Dance Society's President in her time. "Hi, Ma'am. I am Aisha Kaur Dhillon. Thank you so much for coming," I said as we shook hands. "Miss President. Nice to meet you," she replied, laughing. I smiled. Niharika pulled me outside the room. "Kya hua?"

"Jyugal is nervous. I can't do anything about it. He ran away from me," she babbled. I laughed and walked to go to meet him. "Jyugal," I called. The entire gang looked at me. Darshan's jaw dropped. "Kya hua? Why did you run away from Niu? Why are you nervous?" I asked. "I just am. Aur aaj itne cool kapdon mein (refer image)?" He raised his eyebrows. I blushed. He laughed. "Chal, I am leaving. Darshan, unless you wanna eat a mosquito, close your mouth. Jyugal, don't be nervous. Bye." 

Darshan's POV:

She looked so beautiful. "Bhai. Do you like Aisha? You have been staring at her all his while, dude," Hardil asked. I nodded, hesitantly. "What? I thought you hated her," Siddharth yelled. "When we spent that week together, I saw a glimpse of my old friend. I'm sorry guys, I just can't shake it," I shrugged. "Please tell her to not hit us anymore. That was scary. And PAINFUL."

"You apologize for wishing her death, she won't hit you." They nodded. I looked at her talking to the judge. She was laughing and couldn't catch her breath. She got along with everyone. She looked at me with a frown and mouthed, "Stop being creepy," smirked and turned around trying to hold back a laugh. She was so cute!!  "Yaar, usko jaake bol de. You are going to go crazy if you don't," Jyugal said, dramatically. "Nope. I wanna be friends with her first. Like how we were before. Exactly how we were back then," I stated, firmly. "How were you back then? We wanna know," Hardil asked. "Well, we were really close. We practically lived at each other's houses. I would say I love you to her and she would kiss me all over my face in response..." 

Aisha's POV:

We had finished the girls' auditions. I sat down. "I am tired. Why did they think wasting our time was gonna be easy?" I asked. Miss Anderson shrugged, "Let's do the boys after lunch. Go. Eat. You're half dead."

"Thanks. You're the best!" I hugged her and ran outside the room. I found Jyugal and ran to him. "Hi, mar gayi kya?" Jyugal laughed. I nodded. "17 girls came there to waste time. Really, 17!!" I explained, angrily. He hugged me. "Ooh. And, by the way, your audition is after lunch. If you need moral support, Niharika is in the dance room, working on something related to the performance."

"Yaar. Kitna? Kuch zyada ni ho raha?"Jyugal groaned. I laughed. "Look, if you don't tell her that you like her, I am gonna blow up. No kidding," I threatened. "But, what if she doesn't like me back!!?? I am just embarrassing myself then," he grumbled. I bit my lip trying to hold back a laugh. "Why are you laughing? This is serious," he cried. I burst out laughing. "You... you're so damn oblivious! God, save him," I smirked, looking at the sky. "What?"

Darshan's POV:

Aisha laughed at Jyugal's obliviousness. She looked so cute. "Bhai, really?" I asked Jyugal. He was still confused. "Niu gets nervous around you. She has panics when you call her. She really cares about you. And wants you to put yourself out there. DAMMIT, connect 2 and 2, WILL YOU??" Aisha yelled as she hit his arm multiple times. He thought for a minute. "Oh. Oh. Oooh. She likes me?" Jyugal asked, not believing what he just heard. Aisha nodded. His eyes widened. She nodded again and pushed him in the direction of the room. "Moral support?" She smirked and looked at her watch. "I will send Niu out. The boys' auditions are starting in 5. Bye. You're gonna make it. I know. Bye," she yelled as she ran off.

Niharika walked up to Jyugal. "Hi. What up? Aisha said you needed moral support," she asked. "Uh... yeah. I am kinda nervous," he stuttered as Siddharth burst out laughing. I glared at him playfully. "Chal. I know exactly what will get rid of your nervousness. Come on..." Niharika said and pulled him away. 

Aisha's POV:

We finished a few auditions and Pratham walked in with a smirk on his face. "What can you tell me about him?" Miss Anderson whispered. "Flirt. Doesn't get a damn hint. Never saw him dance. He is a jackass. Basically. Speaking out of my own personal experience," I mumbled into her ear. She nodded and he started dancing. Miss Anderson and I looked at each other. I bit my lip to hold back my laughter. He danced like a 5-year-old. "Stop! Thank you. Please, go on." I called after Miss Anderson nodded to me. We burst out laughing. I gasped for air. "Call Jyugal Soni."

Jyugal walked in. He finished his routine and Miss Anderson started clapping. I smiled at him. Niu walked in and raised an eyebrow at me. "Impressed," I mouthed dramatically to her. She pumped her fists in the air. "Happy much?" I winked at her. She blushed and walked out of the auditorium. 

We finished with the other auditions and Miss Anderson came up to me. "Very organised. I am very happy," she whispered in my ear. "Please send these to the dance room. I will be there. Okay?" She asked. I nodded and she left the room. I grabbed all the papers of disqualified students and put it in one file. "Aisha! Hi, did I get selected?" Pratham. "Nope. You were disqualified. Cause you came here to waste time. Clearly," I said as I continued working. "How dare you say that? Why did you not recommend me?" 

"Recommend? YOU? Really? Miss Anderson wanted to laugh at you. You dance like a 5-year-old."

"Whatever. So, you look really hot today. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Nope. I have a life."

"What life?"

"You know, dance, painting, food, my girls, Jyugal Bhai, some extra weirdness..." I said as I walked to the dance room with the papers and locked them there. "What weirdness?"

"None of your business. I'm not telling you."

"You have to."

"Nope."

"Not even a hint?"

"Nope."

"And why are you so close to Jyugal?"

"He is my brother from another mother."

"You will NOT meet him anymore."

"Why not? It is my life."

"Because you are mine and only mine."

"Nope, I am my own," I yelled as I sat down on the log bench by my class. "You are mine!! I own you. If you don't agree..."

"What? You will hit me? Any of that cliche BS?" I asked as I walked away from him. He followed me and pulled me by my waist. "Lemme go!!" I yelled. "No," he said simply as he pulled me to him. He moved his lips towards mine. I pushed him away. He tried again. Did not work. "Kiss me, you bitch," he yelled. Tears welled up in my eyes out of rage. I walked backwards.  He blocked me between the wall and him. He moved his lips towards mine as tears rolled down my face and I turned my head away. He held my neck and tried again.

WHAM!! And Pratham was on the floor. 

A/N: Hi!! Okay, I am definitely jobless. *cough* How'd you like the story so far?