13 parts Ongoing MatureEMOTIONS - I DON'T HAVE ANY.
"I hate you," he says leaning in.
"Tu-Tum ne pi hai?" I ask ignoring my racing heart.
"No! No Hindi," He stumbles over me and we crash on floor. "Only English."
I feel his weight over me.
"You're drunk, Kian," I try to shove him off but he pins my hands with his one hand and shuts my mouth with his other hand.
"Why did you change yourself?" He whispers. His black eyes stare at me with disappointment.
"Now, you behave like old me," His alcoholic breath hits my face and his words hit my heart. His eyes starts blinking slowly, his grip on my hands eases and he buries his face in my neck. My body freezes, my heart races and my mind ceases.
"Aria," He mumbles touching his lips on my neck. Eight years, eight years later I'm hearing him call me like that. Like what? Like it could be the best name in the world. Like it can take away my breath. Like it's the only thing I'll ever need to survive. Like.... I can forget what I was saying or thinking or doing.
"I hate this Aria, please, please come back," he whispers in his drowsy drunk tone. The water in my eyes blurs my vision. I force down the lump in my throat and blink to clear my sight. I push him and he drops to my left then I try to rise with the support of my elbows but his hand grabs me by my waist and he drags me in his arms.
"Thodi der," He hugs me.
Aria Rawat,
• 28 years
• A Major in army
• Hates her parents and loves her brother
• Emotions are nonsense
Kian Mehra,
• 33 years
• A Major in army
• Loves his parents
• Aria made him realise, what emotions mean.
Rivals
Haters
Enemies
Supporters
Lovers
Friends
Two people,
Thousands of feelings.
Two enemies,
Thousands of hostile feelings.
Two lovers,
Thousands of tender feelings.
Can they make changes together?
Or
Will they fall behind in saving their nation?
