His Tutor

10: Sleeping Beauty

Ishqi pov

"Ishqi."

"What?" I groan, rolling over on the bed and burying my arms under the cold underside of the pillow.

"Why is there dude on your bed?"

"Huh?" The room was dimmer than when I had fallen asleep. Ishita stood on the side of the bed, eyeing Ahaan, who is fast asleep.

"You're lucky Dad's not home yet."

"Oh crap. I forgot he was there."

"Why is he there exactly?"

"He came over to give me something I forgot to take back on the trip. He was looking at my room and accidentally fell asleep." Well, Ahaan didn't do it accidentally, but I wasn't going to tell Ishita and make her even more curious.

"Then why are you on the bed with him?" Ishita asked, almost teasingly. "You know what? I don't want to know. Well, when Dad gets home and sees him, he probably won't leave alive."

"You're right." I sit up and inch closer to Ahaan, who's laying on his stomach with the left side of his face pressed on the pillow. Gently, I start to poke at his arm. "Hey, Ahaan. You should get up." He rolls over onto his back and his eyes stay shut. " Ahaan-"

I don't know why I didn't already expect this. Of course, Ahaan pulls me onto to him, without knowing that Ishita is in the room. And as always, my struggles to escape is never successful. I keep looking awkwardly towards Ishita, embarrassed. Ishita doesn't say anything and leaves the room laughing under her breath.

" Ahaan! You idiot. My sister was in here!" I scold once Ishita was gone.

Ahaan starts to open his eyes and his mouth curls up into a playful grin.

"What? I can't even hug my buddy?"

"I've never seen you hug any of the guys like this," I scoff.

"You wouldn't know. You're not at our sleepovers," Ahaan jokes. For a moment, I forget that I'm still spread on top of Ahaan. I quickly sit back up and Ahaan doesn't stop me or pull me back down. Instead, he pushes himself up to sit.

" Ahaan, you can't hug me. People will misunderstand. I would misunderstand."

"What do you mean misunderstand? We're buddies," he coos.

"I'm serious, Ahaan. We wouldn't want people to think our relationship is anything but a simple, friendship."

Ahaan doesn't respond and looks closely at me with his eyebrows knit together. Did I say something wrong?

"What am I saying? I mean look at me," I laugh, "No one would think that."

There's a long pause before Ahaan starts to speak, "Ishqi, I think you're-"

"Ishqi! Why is there motorcycle in the front?" Dad is up the stairs and at my door in a flash. He opens his mouth to talk when he sees me, but shuts it when he spots Ahaan sitting on my bed with me. "Who's this?"

"He's Ahaan. The classmate I told you I'm tutoring," I nervously respond.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Kapoor."

"Nice to meet you too," Dad replies slowly.

"We were just studying for a biology quiz. That's okay with you, right?" I try to quickly make up an excuse. Though, it's a lame and dumb one because there no biology notes or textbooks in sight. "I mean, we just finished."

"Sure..." Dad leaves without another word with his eyes on us until he gets too far down the hall.

"Is your Dad okay?" Ahaan asks.