Sunday, 15 July 2018

part 6 : Unforgivable(Arsh mini ff)


We had come back home a little while after the whole headquarters episode. Armaan had to go to the office that dealt with housing so he could file for a new roommate so Muskaan and I returned to our dorm. Even though all this had happened to me, I was glad that the whole blaming game was over. The person who needed to be behind bars was there, and the person who was didn't belong there didn't. Knowing that justice was served, I felt calm on the inside. Despite the disgust I still kind of felt, there was that sense of calmness that started to make the disgust slowly dwindle away. It felt nice.


            "Muskaan!" I yelled while lying on the couch flipping through a magazine that came in the mail. "Bring me a bottle of water!" After a few seconds I saw Muskaan emerge from the kitchen and toss me the bottle from a few feet away. "Shilpa." Her serious tone got my attention. "Why are you being so serious?" I questioned after taking a sip from the bottle. "I can't believe that all this happened in less than two days!" She almost yelled as she threw her hands in the air. "I know it must be a lot for you. I hope you're okay." She calmed down to a whisper and looked at me with concern filled eyes. I gave her a genuine smile. Her concern made me feel even better. "Muskaan, you don't worry. I'm okay. I'm getting over it." She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. "I hope you aren't lying to me." I shook my head, "Why would I lie to you Muskaan? I'm seriously feeling a lot better than earlier today. Ever since the Aditya's been taken in, I've felt this unusual sense of tranquility sweep through me." I reassured her. I knew she was worried. She wasn't one to show her emotions, she would usually keep them hidden, but I had learned to read her in the years I got to know her. I saw her smile back at me and that showed me she felt better about the situation. She let my hand go and leaned her back onto the couch. I followed her and we both relaxed.

       "So, do you want to tell me? Or do I have to ask him?" What is she talking about? I brought the magazine down just enough for her to see my cocked eyebrow and questioning eyes. "Oh come on Shilpa! Don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about?" I seriously didn't know. I shook my head 'no' and that caused her to lean toward me instead of on the couch. I saw her grab the magazine and throw it on the table. "Hey! I was looking at that!" I tried to reach for it but she stopped me. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about Muskaan! Give me the magazine!" I tried reaching again but her hand pinned mine down onto the couch. "Shilpa! Armaan!" "Yea, so? What about him?" She fell back onto the couch annoyed. 'Seriously! Did you not catch what Aditya said? Armaan freakin' loves you Shilpa!" I froze. When did he say that? Did I seriously miss that? "What the heck were you listening to Shilpa?! How did you miss him saying that?!" "I... don't... know." I let out with pauses. I really didn't. Maybe I was too caught up with Armaan's overpowering anger? I don't know what I was doing! "But... but I barely... WE barely know each other!" I exclaimed back at her while shifting my whole body onto the couch sitting with my legs crossed facing Muskaan.



            "THAT... you'll have to figure out yourself!" She picked up the magazine she snatched from me and looked at it herself. I was left thinking about Armaan. I knew I needed to talk to him now.  I mean, I just don't feel comfortable knowing that he "loves" me without even knowing me! Especially our first meeting with the whole splashing him with the drink fiasco that caused him to be mad at me. If he "loved" me then why was he avoiding me for the past week?  My train of thought was interrupted by a knocking at the door. "I'll get it!" Muskaan jumped up off the couch and ran to it. I took advantage of it and took the magazine back. "Who is it Muskaan?" I screamed after I heard the door unlock and open. I waited a little bit, but there wasn't a reply. "Muskaan! Who is it!?" I asked again. Why wasn't she answering?



Frustrated, I got up off the couch and turned to walk to the door after I tossed the magazine. "Muska-" Before I could yell her name again my face was bumped by something hard. "OWW!" I held my nose as it pained. I opened my eyes to find Armaan standing with his hands on his sides. "Armaan, what are you doing here? Where's Muskaan?" I continued to clutch my nose since it still hurt. My face scrunched as it began to hurt more. "He grabbed my hand and moved it away. "Phew! It's not broken!" "Ughh.. You're not made of concrete! I know it's not broken! Now answer my questions!" I retorted back. "Well, I thought I would drop by, if that's ok with you!" "That only answers one question! Where's Muskaan?" I cared more about where Muskaan had disappeared to than what he was doing here. "Muskaan... let's just say she went for a walk." He dropped down onto the couch and patted his hand next to him with a grin on his face. I groaned and plopped down. Wait! This was the perfect opportunity! I could talk to Armaan! "Why the sudden change in expressions?" He asked. "You were groaning and now you're smiling?" I quickly turned toward him. "Was what Aditya said true?" He backed up a little bit as I questioned him quickly. "Geez, calm down!" I realized how I was leaning toward him waiting for his answer so I moved back. "Sorry, but was it true? You know, you telling him that you... you know!" I have no clue why I didn't say it straight to him. I kept hesitating with it. It was on the tip of my tongue but wouldn't come out.



When I looked up at him, he had his head down and he had a smile on his face. "So you caught that, huh?" "Umm... Actually, I didn't. Muskaan told me when we got back." I told him honestly. No point in lying. "Oh. But still... yea, it's true." He looked up at me with a smile. And that's when I saw his dimples once again. They made his smile all the more adorable. I don't think I've met anyone with dimples who wasn't attractive. But Armaan held the top ranking. I felt like poking them but figured it wouldn't be appropriate especially with the conversation going on. I'm sure my facial expressions were changing from one thing to another and he must think I'm an idiot. But he was still smiling at me. "You know, you're so cute when you're confused." And here comes the blood rushing to my cheeks. I turned my head the other way and let my hair fall down so he couldn't see my face. "Umm... Armaan, we barely know each other so I don't..." Armaan interjected before I could finish. "I know." He looked me in the eyes, sincerely. "I know we barely know each other. But honestly, for me, it was love at first sight. That moment when I helped you with bringing your bags up. Remember I called you beautiful? Well, the only other girl I've said that to is my mother." I was touched. "I know we didn't really start off on a good note, but that anger I showed after you splashed me with the drink? It was an attempt to get your attention. But I guess you're just as stubborn as I am." He chuckled as he said the last part which made me giggle too.

"If you're not comfortable, though, we can be friends first and then see how things turn out." I could not get over how understanding he was. I can't believe that he was being blamed for what had happened. There's no way he would even think of doing something like that, let alone actually doing it. "I would like that, Armaan." I responded back with a huge smile on my lips. "Did you guys kiss yet!?" Muskaan yelled from behind me. I turned to see her peeping her head from the doorframe waiting for an answer. "No Muskaan!" "How much longer do I have to wait out here then?" I snapped my head back to Armaan. "You told me she went for a walk!" I hopped off the couch and pulled Muskaan back into the dorm. "Well, technically... she WAS walking in the hallway." He got up and scratched the back of his head while nervously chuckling too. He looked toward Muskaan and gave her a glare. "What? I couldn't stay out there longer! I'm tired and it's getting late!" She defended herself.

I glanced at the clock and realized that it was almost 10 p.m. "Oh my gosh. Armaan! OUT!" I pulled him in front of me and began to push him out the door. Muskaan joined me in doing so. "What the hell! It's only 10!" "And we're tired!" Muskaan and I said together as we gave one last push to send him out the door. "But I'm gonna be alone!" He whined while standing outside. "You'll have another roommate in a couple days! Stop complaining." Muskaan stuck her tongue out when she saw Armaan's irritated face. He began to walk away after he mumbled a 'good night.' "Good night Armaan!" We said in unison laughing as we watched him walk down the hall.

Asna

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