Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XXIV. Love

Aisha's POV:

I laid down on my bed after changing into my PJs (refer image). It was only 3 in the afternoon but I needed to be comfy. "Ishu, you planning to nap?" Darshan asked as he walked up to the bed and laid beside me. "Yes, Gabbu. I am very tired. Please wake me up after 45 minutes. Love you, sweetie," I smiled and closed my eyes. He groaned, hugged me and closed his eyes. I opened my eyes around 15 minutes later. I wanted to tease him. I pressed a quick kiss on his neck, lips and nose. I nuzzled my face into his neck waking him up. "No kissing. We will die. We can't let them know," he explained. "But, the door's locked. Please. One kiss?" I pouted. I knew he couldn't resist it. He smiled. I pushed my lips onto his lips and he kissed back. 

Do you know that feeling? When something feels so perfect you always wanna feel it? All the damn time? I felt like that now. Kissing Darshan, it was... amazing. Perfect. I was in pure love. Peace.

I pulled away and looked at him. We smiled and I pressed my forehead against his. "I love you," he said, kissing my nose. "I love you too," I said, kissing him again. "Ishu, no more kissing. One kiss is over," Darshan said as he pulled away. I groaned and laid down. He kissed my forehead and we fell slowly asleep.

Darshan's POV:

I woke up around 4 hours later only because the doorbell was ringing. I opened the door to see Pratham. He still wouldn't get a damn hint! "What do you want?" I asked, appalled. "Is Aisha here?" He asked, smirking. "Nope. Well, she is. But you can't see her," I said through gritted teeth. He pushed me away and entered the room. Aisha was up. "Hi, Aisha!" Pratham cheered. She glared at him. Pratham pushed her down on the bed and tried to kiss her. Aisha kicked him between the legs and off the bed. He groaned. His elbows were bleeding. She kicked him again. I pulled her away. I had recorded the situation for proof. "Ishu, breathe," I ordered, calmly. She hugged me and shoved her head into my chest. Our parents entered the room with Pratham's mom. "What the heck happened?" Dad asked. I showed them the video. Pratham's mother slapped him. He groaned again. She apologised to Aisha's parents and pulled Pratham outside. Aisha was crying into my chest and wouldn't let me go. "Aisha, look at me," Uncle said. She did not respond and only hugged me tighter. "Aisha," Uncle called again. "Uncle, I will handle it," I stated, softly. "Why did you not tell me?" He yelled. "Because you did not have time for me!! Even spending 10 minutes with me is expensive. Because you don't care about me!! The only person who cares about me is Darshan!! He was the only one... who had the time to... hear me out. The only one who actually... cared," Aisha sobbed. I turned her to look at me and put a piece of dark chocolate in her mouth. Uncle and Auntie looked guilty. I held her tightly. She was crying badly. She has gone through a lot these 2 months. "We're sorry, Aisha," Auntie said. "You don't mean it, I know you don't. You have said this a million times and haven't changed. I don't trust words anymore," she said, quietly. The adults left and I locked the door. "Ishu, look at me. I haven't done anything for you. You did everything for yourself," I explained, softly. "Gabbu. You listened. You took out time for me. That is all I need," she replied. Her eyes were raw from crying. She walked to the bathroom and washed her eyes. 

"Gabbu," she called. I looked at her. "I love you. I know I do. Even if I'm only 15 years old. You're my definition of perfection. And if you ever foolishly forget: I will never stop loving you. Ever," she confessed, looking into my eyes, intensely. I smiled and then she smiled. "I love seeing you smile," I smiled and she hugged me. "Hey, you wanna go for dinner? It is 7:45," I asked. She shook her head. "Tu jaa. I don't wanna see Mamma and Papa," she clarified. "You wanna skip food?" I asked, dramatically and she laughed. She agreed to come and we went for dinner. We sat down quietly and ordered food. "Aisha, main kuch poochun?" Dad asked. "Haan Uncle, kya hua?" Aisha looked at him. "You're the one who never cries and prides herself over it. What happened?" Aisha looked at him, so happily. With so much hurt in her eyes. "Life," she answered. Dad hugged her and she hugged him back. I smiled inwardly. 

Aisha's POV:

I looked at Dad. He smiled as he looked at me. He was hurt I yelled at him. I pulled my Dad away after dinner and sat him down in my room. "Papa, I love you. I am sorry that I yelled at you. But, spend some time with me. Please find me some time. Even 10 minutes are enough," I begged, quietly. "Asher. I love you, okay? I am so sorry," he said. I hugged him and told him everything that happened in 10th grade. He listened for hours. I was happy. That is all I wanted. "Papa. Mamma kyun mujhse baat nahi kar rahi hai?" I asked. "She is sad that you yelled. But, it is not your fault. I will talk to Mamma, hm?" He said. I nodded and hugged him. I went to Darshan and told him I was breaking the news to my dad. About us dating. He agreed and asked me to not tell his parents, he would. I went up to my dad. "Papa, I need to tell you something," I said, nervously. Dad raised an eyebrow. "Uh... um. DarshanandIaredating," I said, quickly. "What?" He asked. "Darshan and I are dating," I said, slowly. "Cool," he cheered. "Really?" I asked. Dad nodded. I smiled. "Tell Mamma?" I requested. He nodded again and went to his room. "What happened?" Darshan asked. "He is okay with it!!" I cheered and Darshan hugged me, spinning me around. "You?" I asked, hopefully. "Approved!!" He smiled. I pulled at his cheeks and kissed his nose.

Life was perfect... or was it??