~Laal Ishq~ - Chapter 10 - This has not been proofread! Kindly ignore any mistakes, please and thank you! 3 months later
I had spent the past three months avoiding Raghu as much as I possibly could. I would rarely ever see him and I think that was good. At least I wouldn't have to face him all the time. But the question from that night still didn't leave me. Why did he suddenly change from being so sweet to so, so rude and harsh? Had I done something? If I had, then what? All I wanted to do was try and get on his good side.
Whatever much of his wall I had managed to break down, he had just built it back up. This time, it was much stronger.
I was back to my normal schedule. Attend my classes and then go for work. The only minimal contact that I had with Raghu's family was with Anjali. She didn't know about what had happened and I thought it would just be better that way.
That night as I was leaving work, I heard my phone ring in my bag. I pulled it out and saw that it was a call from Raghu's house. It was most likely Anjali.
"Hello," I say. "BG," I hear her say. "Hi Anjali. What happened? You sound scared," I answer, concerned. "BG, Bhaiya," she says. "What happened to your bhaiya?" I ask. "He, he just left home," she says. She begins to cry.
"Anjali, don't cry okay. Where's everyone?" I ask. "Mom and Dad went out somewhere," she says. "And Raj? Where is he?"
"I don't know. BG please come here. I'm really scared." "Okay, I'll be there. Don't worry, okay. Everything will be fine. I'm coming," I say and end the call. I get into my car and drive to Raghu's house.
I ring the doorbell and find a crying Anjali. She hugs me and I ask her what happened.
"I don't know BG. Bhaiya just left. He was really mad," she tells me. "Okay. First let's go inside. It's going to start raining soon," I say and take her inside.
"So tell me what happened," I say as I finally manage to get her to stop crying. She explains to me what had happened. She had mentioned something to do with me. Once Raghu heard her say it, he got angry and left the house.
I calm Anjali down, explaining that it wasn't her fault. I put her to sleep and sit on the bed thinking about Raghu. His actions always confused me. He was never clear about what he wanted.
Pretty soon I fell asleep with Anjali as well.
***
A hand on my shoulder woke me up. I sat up with a start, wondering who it could be.
"What are you doing here?"
I recognise the voice in a second. It's Raghu.
I swallow, wondering what he would say to me this time.
"Anjali called me," I stay, standing up. In doing so, I ended up tripping over Raghu's foot. Raghu holds my shoulders to stop me from falling. I look up and meet his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
Wait. He was asking me if I was okay? Especially after he specifically told me that he didn't want to talk to me?
"I should be the one asking you that," I reply, moving back a little. I look at my shoulders, where his hands were. He moves them away and says, "Whatever. I'm here. You can leave now."
Not wanting any further discussion, I turn to pick up my bag and turn to leave. I make it about halfway down the stairs when everything goes dark. It was pitch black.
My foot slips and I fall down the last few stairs. I let out a small scream as the pain reaches me.
It only took a second for me to feel Raghu's hands on my back, helping me get up.
"Leave me," I say. "Stop being stubborn. Let me see what happened," he says. "How can you possibly see anything in this darkness? And where are you taking me?" I ask.
"Just sit," he says. He comes back in a couple of minutes with a candle and a box in his hand.
"Looks like the storm is getting worse," he says, bending down next to me.
That was the first time I had actually seen his face that night. There was that mix of concern and arrogance again but there was more of the concern this time. He's wearing a white shirt, which had gotten wet in the rain, making his body visible to me. His hair was wet and he runs a hand through it as he hands me the candle. "Hold it," he says.
I didn't respond. I guess he caught me looking at him and added on to his earlier statement. "If you're done with the staring session, can you please take the candle?"
I look away and down to the candle, slowly talking it from his hands. "Where does it hurt?" he asks.
In my heart.
"I'm fine," I say.
He touches my arm and I let out a small yelp. "There's a little cut here," he says, turning his attention towards it. I let him look at it, my attention back at his face.
He opens up the first aid box that he had brought with him and takes out the rubbing alcohol. He opens the bottle and I look the other way as he applies it to the cut. Finishing off with a band-aid, he stands up.
I look at the band-aid and say, "Dora? Are you serious?" "Anjali's. They were the only ones left," he says.
I stand up and look around for my bag.
"It's by the stairs," he says. I walk to the stairs and indeed find it there.
"I should go now," I say, picking it up and handing him the candle.
"Wait," he calls behind me. I turn around, waiting for him to say something.
"Antara, I'm, I'm really sorry," he says. I feel my mouth open wider. Did he just say sorry to me?
"Antara I know the way that I've been treating you hasn't been right. And I'm sorry for that but I had my own reasons. But now that I think about it, I think that we should start all over again. You know, maybe we can be friends this time," he says.
"Take however long you want to think Antara. I just thought that you should know how I feel and that I really am sorry."
Was I hearing right? Did he really just say sorry to me and want to start over? I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Are you... are you serious?" I ask. "Of course I'm serious," he replies. "Raghu... I agree. I think that we should start over."
The slight smile that I had been dying to see had appeared on his face.
"Hi, I'm Raghu," he says, offering me his hand. "I'm Antara," I say, placing my hand in his. "Nice to meet you. I think we'll turn out to be great friends," he says, letting go of my hand.
"I think so too," I reply.
Maybe destiny's game wasn't all that bad. Things were starting to change, and that too, for the good. Who knows, maybe this newfound friendship of ours will turn into something else. Something very special. A/N: That didn't turn out the way that I really wanted it too but it got across the point that I wanted it to. Or well, I hope it did! I still hope you guys liked it! Leave your likes and comments! Edited by Wahian4lyf - 11 years ago
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