"Chalo bhabhi ne message to kara." Ayesha spoke.
"Haan ab apki ijazat ho to interval?" Khadeeja asked.
"Haan, mere khyaal mein lawn me chai ke sath continue karengy." Asim suggested.
"Haan sahi hai. Ap log jaiye mai aur bhabhi ye sab utha kar ate hain." Ayesha said and the men shook their heads.
"Hum bhi help kar dete hain. Saath hi chalengy." Aadil said.
"Okay." Everyone agreed.
After cleaning up, Khadeeja started preparing tea, Asim went to answer his phone and Ayesha went to the washroom. Aadil stood in the kitchen, looking at Khadeeja.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing. Just sightseeing." He smirked.
"Have I ever told you you're annoying." She asks with a smile.
"Hmm sochna padega." He pretended to think and walked towards her. "Bohot dafa." He smiled and trapped her between himself and the kitchen counter.
"I missed you." He spoke his arms encircling her waist.
"Mai apke pas hi to thi." She played with his hair.
" Haan par aise nahin." He replied.
"Accha ab chor dein, Ayesha kabhi bhi aa sakti hai." She tried to get out of his grip but he's didn't let go. She noticed his expression which held vulnerability. And she understood the reason immediately.
"If you don't want to continue, then don't." She spoke.
"Nahi thik hai." He rested his forehead on her shoulder. "It's just, thinking about it now, feels weird. I almost lost you."
"Keyword, almost. You didn't loose me. Mai to yahin hu apke pas." She smiled.
"I love you."
"I know." She winked and moved away from him. He was fast enough to pull her back.
"Ap kuch bhool rahi hain." He said sternly.
"Nahi to."
"Khadeeja."
"Uff I love you. Abhi tak nahi pata chala apko." She pouted.
"Pata hai. Bas apse sunna accha lagta hai."
"Bhabhi." A voice called out making them pull apart. It was Ayesha.
"Haan Ayesha?" Khadeeja asked as Ayesha entered the kitchen.
" Apko koi help chaiye?"
"Nahi."
"Asim kahan hai?" Aadil asked.
"Wo lawn me hain." Ayesha replied and Aadil nodded. Khadeeja poured the tea in to the cups and set them on a tray. Ayesha took it from her and exited the kitchen.
"Mai abhi bhi keh rahi hun if you're uncomfortable then don't continue." Khadeeja said.
"It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that you're here. And most importantly you're mine." Aadil said and pecked her forehead.
"Let's go. They must be waiting."
"Oh love birds hum kabse wait kar rahe thy." Asim shouted.
"Ayesha tum kaise jhelti ho ise?" Aadil asked.
"Bas bhai kya bataun." She said making them laugh.
"Agar mere mazak udhana hogaya to aagy ki kahani sune?" Asim said.
"Okay."
Aadil's P.O.V
DJ:
Did you miss me that much XD.
She finally texted me. I was so happy at the moment I even forgot to reply her. Another notification from my phone brought me back to reality.
DJ:
Anyways how are you?
AADILMALIK:
I am good. How are you?
DJ:
I am good too.
I didn't know what to say. But I kept the conversation going. I just wanted to tell her that I missed her, that it's getting impossible for me to get her out of my head. But I refrained myself. I don't want her to freak out thinking I'm some sort a creep.
I knew she felt awkward, but didn't let the conversation die either. We've been talking for months now. I've asked her questions about her life, studies and anything and everything. I wonder if she thinks about me the way I do, I wonder if she is crazy about me the way I am for her. I know she loves me as an artist but I want her to love for me.
KHADEEJA'S P.O.V
I was scrolling through my phone while watching tv when suddenly my brother runs into my room.
"KHADEEJA." He yelled.
"Kya hai bhai?" I asked.
"Ye dekho," he showed me his phone. "Aadil Malik is talking about you." I rolled my eyes.
"Dunya me ek hi Khadeeja nahi hai."
"Are pagal dekho." he showed me the whole clip on YouTube.
"Acha hai." I simply shrugged.
"Kya acha hai, message karo."
"Arry kya dimag kharab hogya hai, Neeti ne mazak me bola tha and he was laughing, zabardasti message kardu?"
"Karne me kya jata hai? Ho sakta hai wo reply kardein."
"Bhai tauba hai." I grabbed my phone and opened instagram. I guess there's no harm in sending a message. I doubt he'll even see it. I scoffed to myself.
"Kardia ab hai mere room se."
After my brother left my phone dinged.
Message from aadilmalik.
My eyes popped out if their sockets.
Woah dude. I never thought he would see it let alone reply.
We've been talking for six months now. It all feels so unreal. I wonder what is he thinking. I can't let myself actually fall for him. Having a crush on someone you've never met is something else, but if I fell in love with him what would I do. It'd be me who's going be heartbroken in the end.
He texted me yesterday but I haven't replied to him yet. I can't do this. I know this has to end, I can't let myself get attached. And I think the sooner it ends the lesser it will hurt.
I can't let myself get trapped, all I've gotten are mixed signals and I need to protect my heart before it's broken into pieces. My phone dinged pulling me out of my thoughts.
AADILMALIK:
Hey? You there!
AADILMALIK:
You haven't replied since yesterday.
AADILMALIK:
Are u ok? I'm worried.
I sighed and locked my phone. I need time, I just need time to process whatever's happening. I don't know what to do. His last text made my heart flutter. He cares and the thing I was most afraid of, has happened.
I have fallen, hard.
My phone started ringing and it was him. And I declined.
Yes we exchanged numbers.
Flashback;
DJ:
I'm deactivating my account.
AADILMALIK:
Wait, what? Why?
DJ:
Ary bas exams tak
Bohot distraction hota hai
AADILMALIK:
Iska matlab hum pure ek mahine tak baat nhi kar paengy?
DJ:
Shayad zyada hi.
AADILMALIK:
Not happening. Mai to bore ho jaunga.
DJ:
Offo dramatic.
AADILMALIK:
Hanji dramatic, ap nahi kar rahi deactivate apna account.
DJ:
Kar rahi hun.
AADILMALIK:
Fine then give me your number.
DJ:
Are you for real?
AADILMALIK:
Yes, I can't go without talking to you for that long. You've kinda become my best friend.
DJ:
Honestly, same.
Here you go.
xxxxxxxxxx
AADILMALIK:
Okay. That's much better I guess.
Flashback end.
My phone rang again and I had enough. My thoughts were all over the place and I was confused. I picked up the phone and immediately heard his voice.
"Hey are you ok? Mai kal se message kar raha hun you're not responding." He sounded worried.
"Yeah I'm ok." I said dryly.
"You don't sound go-"
"Why do you care?" I cut him off.
"What?" He asked.
"Why do you care if I'm okay, why were you worried about me?" I felt my voice cracking.
"What are you even... Kya hua Khadeeja batao."
"Ap jawab kyu nahi de rahe hai."
"It's all because I like you." He spoke. I stayed quiet. "Say something."
"This has to stop."
"Khadeeja, please don't do this."
"You don't like me. It's all in your head." I said.
"You're right, I don't like you." I knew it. "I love you. I am crazy about you." My breath hitched in my throat.
"I am hanging up. Mujhe iss bare me baat nahi karna." I tried my hardest not to cry.
"Nahi ab to baat hogi. I literally confessed. I want my answer." He said. I didn't say anything. "I know you love me. Say it, just please say it."
"Agar mai karti bhi hun to kya, I know it won't work."
"That means you do."
"Yes I do."
"To phir problem kya hai? I love you and you do too." He asked.
"Hum ek dusre bilkul different hain, humari lives alag hain, hum kaise ek sath reh sakte hain?"
"Hum chahen to kuch bhi kar sakte hain. And i know we can make this happen. I can't bear to loose you."
"I'm sorry Aadil." I hung up.
He kept calling me but I turned my phone off.