Us Being Us (A Darshan Raval Fanfic)

XXXV. Worst Navratri Ever (Not Really)

Aisha's POV:

I sat in my room, annoyed and sad. It was the first day of Navratri and I couldn't dance. No Garba. I know I am Punjabi and stuff, but Mamma is from Mumbai and she does celebrate Navratri. 

"Ishu," a singsong voice called from my door. Darshan. "Hi," I smiled. He flopped on the bed beside me. "What are you watching?" He asked, pulling me close. "That's So Raven," I  said, cuddling him. He nodded. He paused the show and pulled me on top of him and wrapped his arms around my waist. I hummed and he flipped on top of me. "Kya hua, Gabbu?" I asked, caressing his cheeks. "You're upset because you can't go to the Garba Night. And, I want to kiss your sadness away," he smirked and winked. I smashed my lips onto his lips and he kissed back. I cupped his cheeks and he touched my waist. His cold fingers against my warm, bare skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, kissing him harder. He bit my lip asking me for entrance. I opened my mouth. He wanted to taste all of me. I bit his lip by 'accident' and he moaned. I giggled and he french-kissed me deeply. I pulled away and he peppered kisses along my jaw and slowly kissing down my neck. He rolled his tongue on my soft spot and bit me. I moaned and pulled away. "You just left a hickey, Gabbu. And it hurts," I whined. He softly kissed it and ran his tongue there. "Better?" He smirked and I nodded. "You know how to kiss my sadness away. Just right," I grinned, bumping my nose against his. "What the hell is going on!?" Hardil. Darshan got off of me in a flash. "Is that a hickey?!" Alisha yelled. "Why don't you scream a little louder? I don't think America heard you," I sassed. She brought her face close to mine and asked, "Is. That. A. Hickey?"

I nodded. "What were you two even doing?" Tara asked. "Making out," I said, straightforwardly. Darshan jerked his neck and looked at me. "Did you break your neck?" I asked. He shook his head. "Ugh, thodi toh sharam kar," Niu groaned. I bit my tongue. "We were here because you were upset about not being able to go to the Garba Night. But, since Darshan kissed your sadness away, we don't have anything to do here," Niu said, dramatically. "You're talking as if Jyugal never kissed your sadness away," I smirked and she blushed. I nodded. We settled down and continued watching the show. "Ash!!" Mom called. I opened the door and stuck my head down. "Aarti ke liye chalien?" She asked and I nodded. I yelled, "Guys! Aarti!!" and ran with my mom. 

We sat down on my bed, after changing into PJs to watch the show with no further disturbance. The gang decided to stay over. I sat between Niu and Sid with my head on her shoulder. Sid and Tara were sitting very uncomfortably near each other. Niu was resting her head on Hardil's shoulder and his arm was around Alisha's shoulder. Tara's head was on Jyugal's shoulder and his head was on Darshan's shoulder and Darshan's head on his.

Darshan's POV:

Aisha turned around in her sleep and I fell to the floor. "Dude, what the hell?" Jyugal asked. "Aisha is asleep. And she turned. Unless you wanna fall too, get off the bed," I said, gesturing him to get off, violently, almost hitting him and myself. Jyugal looked at her and got off the bed. I picked her up and put her on the recliner, covering her in a blanket. She hugged her teddy bear and smiled. "So gayi?" Sid whispered. I nodded. "Hum bhi so jayein?" Niharika asked. We agreed. "Uh, I thought we were hanging out on the terrace?" Jyugal asked. We went upstairs. Everything was already set up. I went back to the room, picked Aisha up and took her upstairs. She was still hugging her bear. I hugged her and we laid down. 

I spent the next 8 nights at Aisha's house, going back home in the mornings. She got more upset by the day. The only thing that made her smile was kissing me. She kissed me so much, my lips were swollen. The things you do for love...