ASHWIN:
After the reception I was thankfully able to keep the girl, I married from jumping me. I don’t know what my parents were thinking. She is just 18 for fuck’s sake! Well, she is amicable according to what I have observed. But I did notice that way she sneaks a few glances at my abs after I finish bathing, now come on, I work out for that reason too.
But still, I am uncomfortable with her age. The next day, when I woke up, the room was empty and couch was cleared with the pillows resting on the bed. I went downstairs after finishing my morning ritual to find mom buzzing around in the kitchen. I greeted her and was called by dad, “Bhaiya, good morning. Come for breakfast now.” I greeted my father and Arthit, who basically lives with us, and the rest of the breakfast passed with some light hearted chatter. Mom joined us along with my wife after finishing their work in the kitchen.
As I was finishing dad said, “You are dropping Arthit and Divya at college today.” My jaw dropped to my feet as I groaned, “Please dad. They are not kids. You know I was planning to go to my studio today.” Yes. I have a studio of my own in the outskirts and now my plan was about to get fucked for these fools. My father levelled me with a glare, “You will drive them off and then go on your way.” Arthit tried to claim that he was old enough to drive but got scolded as my parents didn’t want a repeat of the accident which had happened a year back and destroyed a very fine Toyota.
Arguments did no good and I was dropping them off at the college an hour later.
ARTHIT:
The first day at college was a pain in the ass. But I was really thankful for Bhabi was there. I didn’t have to sit all alone at lunch break, as I had no friends. No one dared to mess with us due to our family heritage but I really did see some of the girls and guys drooling at me and Divya. I paid them no fucking mind as my heart already belonged to someone else.
Ashwin picked us back up from college. I went to my room immediately sorting out my homework and started doing it. Means who gives homework to college students? Apparently, teachers here did and I had to do them to maintain my straight As. My Accounting textbook laid open in front of me but my mind was sorting out the possibilities about how the date could go. It was just Thursday today but my stomach was already filled with anticipation. What would I do if Zayn refused to forgive me? But there was one thing I knew for sure; I would try my best even if it meant going down on my knees because i was wrong in the first case.
The next few days passed in a jiffy with thoughts of my ex crowding my mind. Ash had caught me out of focus a good many times and was staring to doubt. It was finally Sunday evening, 5 p.m. to be exact and the meeting was at 7. knowing the traffic conditions in Mumbai, I would not be able to make it on time if I don’t leave by 6:30. Well, it was my fault to fall asleep after having a heavy lunch and now I was pacing across my room trying to decide what to wear. Finally, I decided on a white tee with a Pikachu hoodie and dark blue jeans. Tousling my hair to give it a sexy look, I put on my cherry chapstick.
Now I was all set. Thankfully my luck charms worked and I reached the café a few minutes beforehand. Taking a deep breath, I entered and ordered an iced latte along with a chocolate cheesecake. My nerves were getting the best of me as I picked at an innocent napkin, waiting for the other person to arrive. Time seemed to go painfully slow till I heard the chime of the doorbell at the café and looked up from my hand, tearing pieces of the paper to lock eyes with the chocolate brown orbs of Zayn. He looked a bit ruffled and gave me a tight-lipped smile as he sat across me. the waiter from before was at our table at an instant as he ordered his all-time favorite, coffee with a sugar and two creamers along with a strawberry croissant. The order didn’t take much time to reach and after wasting five minutes to look anywhere else but at each other, we finally spoke at the same time.
“I am…”
“Look, Zayn…”
The situation was awkward but I tried to smooth it out a bit by clearing my throat and asking him to speak first. “I am sorry for being late. But I need to leave early as I am busy. Would you please kindly hurry up and say whatever you wanted to so that I can be on my way?” Well, I was not gonna lie, but it hurt to be treated this way. This formality of Zayn’s clashed so much with his carefree, happy-go-lucky nature. Taking a deep breath, I started the speech I had been practising for the last three years to beg for forgiveness if given the chance. “As I was saying earlier, Zayn, it was very immature and childish of me to break things off with you. I am not asking you to date me once more just yet, but really want to hang out with you more. You were… I regret my past actions and am so terribly sorry. I miss you a lot. So, please, can you be friends with me?” Zayn scoffed. He seemed very amused. His voice dripping with malice, “Do you think I am your pet that I will return back to you even if you throw me out?” “No, I didn’t mean it like that. Let… let me prove myself this time. Let me prove that I really want to be your friend and maybe something more i the future, if you would have it.”
The man sitting in front of me looked away with his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I think I can manage with that, but before you need to know everything about me. Not the me you knew, but the me I am now. I am giving you the whole week to find out and decide. If you still come to the same conclusion, feel free to come to the Juhu Beach for a morning jog at 5 a.m. next Saturday.” Zayn took the last bite of his croissant and took his half-finished coffee in his hands. Standing up, he tried to fish out his wallet but stopped after seeing the glare that was directed at him. I quickly took the last sip of my own drink before wolfing down the remaining half of the cheesecake. I left the amount with some tip on the table before pulling the other man out with me. We walked to the parking lot together in silence. His mood had darkened which was making me a tad bit uncomfortable but when I finally looked up at him and opened my mouth to bid him goodbye, he had already revved his bike and was pulling out.
I stared after him, my mouth open and eyes wide. I was no satisfied with the meeting but a part of me was glad because it could be the beginning of something good – like a new chance that he would be kind enough to offer me. I drove back home, only one thought in my mind, what had changed Zayn so much and why did he want me to find that out by myself instead of telling me himself? I decided to ask uncle about that but when I reached home, I had to deal with a whole lot of homework.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This was supposed to be a chapter on Ashwin and Divyansh, but my brain refused to give me any fucking ideas. So, I did it on Zayn and Arthit. The next chapter will surely focus on the main couple. Stay tuned for some drama and twists. I am trying to find faces for the characters but am failing miserably. Please suggest whom you picture in your mind while reading this in the comments. Your reviews are truly very special.
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