He ran a hand through his hair. It's been a while he had combed them, set them with his over-priced gel. They're a bit messed up now, but he knew well that even with those unkempt hair and ragged beard, he was looking gorgeous. That's how he is, no one can ever look away from Reyaansh Singhania.
His eyes narrowed down to the hospital bed. She's curled up a bit, may be the quilt which covered her is not enough to chase away the coldness of the room. It's raining hard outside. Should he fetch another quilt or something? He quickly shook away the idea. Nah. That will be too much. He had already earned some raising eyebrows from others for deciding to spend the night in the hospital room with her. He isn't ready to start more questions.
With a slight yawn his mind drifted off to the recent events. He tried to think why exactly he is sitting in here, instead of sleeping in his own soft bed. Why did he exactly choose to spend the night looking after the girl who broke his heart mercilessly? Right, he felt guilty. He felt guilty because his friends had pulled an amazing stunt on her and she sprained her ankle. And even though she should've been staying in the hospital, resting, she came to dance with him. Dance to save the college's reputation. So as the GS of the college, wait, not the GS, he is not a GS anymore. Sharon is. Well, anyway, that doesn't mean he can't feel guilty. It's Vicky and Nil after all. If they do something idiotic, he had every right to feel guilty.
Or maybe, was it an impulsive decision?
Can very well be. He is famous for being that, impulsive. Swayam, his closest friend, the person who can read him like an open book, always says that. Rey, don't be impulsive. Think before you act. Think before you take any decision. But if it had been only an impulsive act, Swayam might have said something, he might have questioned him why? But he didn't. He just listened to him without a word. He knew very well if he didn't take the decision to stay here tonight, Swayam would have. And that would have been natural. She is his best friend, he chose to keep her secret over his friendship.
Aughh, no, don't. Not again. He can't think like that again. Swayam had explained why he chose to do that. It was the time when he had peace in his life. A shelter. She was there, the soft-spoken, the very caring, very loving girlfriend. Who didn't throw him into the scorching fires of confusion, unease, competition. There weren't any intoxicating desire, there wasn't any rage of emotions. She was so different from her, she didn't drive him insane. She kept him calm, she kept him sorted. She was almost like his safe-heaven. And then she left. It must be his fault. It must be because he failed to understand how to keep that peace. How to control sanity. He's still unable to understand why he couldn't just stay protected. Why couldn't he just stop craving for that insanely intoxicating desire?
The desire which was created by her.
Sleeping just a couple of feet away from him. How can she sleep so unnerved with him present under the same roof? May be because she never actually felt the way he did. Never actually wanted the way he want her.
Wanted her, not want her Rey.
Yes, he doesn't feel anything anymore. Just guilt. Guilty that because of his annoyance, his friends wanted to get rid of her.
And he hated that fact.
That his emotions were so visible in his face. All he wanted to do was to ignore her, ignore her presence, avoid standing anywhere near her. But he failed. Every site of her made the raging emotions roar inside him. Anger, frustration, betrayal. He snapped at every word she spoke, he insulted her at every move she made, he taunted her at each gesture. And with every word he spoke, all he wanted to ask is why? Why? Why he didn't get any real explanation? Why didn't he get any phone call? And the most exasperating part was when she danced with him. With every touch, with every move, with every gesture, he still wanted to crush her against him. He still yearned for her. His every content longed to be with her.
He hated himself for that.
Just like now, he hated the fact that he wanted to take care of her. He wanted to make sure she is all right. He wanted to take away the pain from her. And this ached in to his entire core. How can he still get affected? Why is he still getting affected? These entire two years, didn't they kill his feelings for her? Didn't they?
He ran his hand through his messed up hair once again and got up from the chair. With a long glance at her, he walked out of the room. He really needs to get another quilt for her.
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I know, bohot purana track hain..!! But I always wanted to write on it..once again, sorry if it's lame..😊
Channel V Dil Dosti Dance
Arjun
