Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XXI. Oh, The Audacity!!

Aisha's POV:

I sat down with the gang for organising the Half-Yearly Talent Show. Niharika and I hated having the best handwriting. We had to rewrite all the programs because the other clowns had the worst handwriting ever. "Hi!! Do you guys need help?" Amaira. Why won't that girl leave us alone? Whatever. She sat down with us and we leaned onto our papers. "Why won't you show me the papers?" She asked. "Well, we are not allowed to show it to anyone but Miss Anderson. She is our supervisor," Jyugal replied. She acknowledged, dejectedly and left. "Why doesn't she understand she is not needed?" I asked, exasperated. "Why don't you like her?" Sid asked. "She is HINKY. I know she is. I am not being paranoid. She was appalled when he hugged me and kissed my cheek," I whisper-yelled pointing to Darshan. They nodded and we continued rewriting. After around three hours of rewriting, we filed everything and walked for our committee meeting which lasted around an hour. We laughed around mostly 'cause we were very productive. PROUD. "Hi, Gabbu!!" All of us turned. 

Siddharth's POV:

I looked at Aisha who was trembling, rage clearly evident on her face. "What did you call him? Amaira Khatri?" she spoke firmly. "Gabbu?" Amaira replied. "Can I kill you?" She sought permission, boiling with anger. Hardil chuckled. "Why would you kill me?" Amaira asked. "Oooh, lemme see," Aisha sassed, pouting, looking at the ceiling and making a fake thinking face and then continued, dramatically, "Maybe because you called Darshan the name only I can call him?" 

"Who said that only you can call him that?" Amaira retorted. "Yaar, isko maar pad jayegi. Darshan kuch kar!!" I whispered to Darshan. Amaira was in for it. Darshan nodded and called in a calm voice, "Ishu. Chill." Aisha looked at him and gave him a look. He surrendered. I looked at him, horrified. "Amaira, I get that you wanna be friends and all that jazz. But, guess what? You mess with the bull, you get the horns. And unless you wanna end up the DAMN HOSPITAL, I suggest you run for the hills," Aisha threatened. I had never seen her this angry. And, damn, she was scary. Amaira flinched. "Do what she says. She might just flip you over her shoulder and break your nose or something," Alisha pushed. Amaira held her ground. "I should've known you're a thick-skinned monkey," Aisha yelled raising her hand to slap her. I quickly wrapped my arms around her, caging her and pulling her away. "What are you doing!?? Lemme go, Sid!!" Aisha yelled. "Jail jaana hai?" I asked. "She has no right to call Darshan that!! That little b..." She yelled and Darshan stuck a piece of dark chocolate in her mouth. She calmed down in a second and I put her down. She hugged Darshan, shoving her head into his chest. "How did you do that? Aisha is uncontrollable when she is angry," Niharika asked, surprised. "Not to me. I know how to calm her down," he replied, quietly, his arms wrapped around Aisha. They were really cute, not that I'd admit to them. Darshan took her home and we went to the dance room to get the files and then left. 

Darshan's POV:

I looked at her. She was super protective of me. I knew that now. "Ishu, why did you get so angry? Hmm? She only called me Gabbu," I asked her, quietly. "Only I am allowed to call you that. That is MY nickname for you. She crossed limits," she replied. I smiled. "Tu ghar pe aaj bhi akeli hai?" I asked. She nodded. "Main aa jaaun, dinner karne ke baad? Ma aur Papa dinner ke baad bahar jaa rahe hain. Main bhi ghar pe akela ho jaanuga. For 2 days. Aur meko bore ho jaayega," I said. She nodded again. "Itna chup?" 

"Did I overreact?" She asked, finally meeting my eyes. I shook my head saying no. She giggled and I went home to change and have dinner. It was already late.  

I walked into her room and found her in her panda onesies. "Hi!!" She ran to me and kissed me all over my face. "Ab khush?" I laughed. She nodded and pulled me to the bed, laying beside me. I snuggled up to her and we started talking about random stuff.

Aisha fell asleep while talking to me. I bit my lip to stop my urges to kiss her, hugged her and fell asleep in her arms. My world.