Kya Tum Ho Wohi? [Are You The One?] #MissionDesi

Chapter 11 - Part 2: The revelation of Rohan's note

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A/N: Remember this? VD blushing is seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me. #VDiskeelingme 😍😍

Ahh, the good old days! I'm so upset CNWK has finished. Literally, my dream has shattered *sobs* now I'll never be able to watch my Kapu live. #sadnessintheheart 😭😭

Dedication:

Firstly, a big thank you to all of you who attempted to make a caption. No doubt all the captions brought a smile on my face so you're all already winners. ☺

This chapter is dedicated to . . . *drumroll* Nia! (dancelover_7564)

The caption was: "I get you man, Ayesha truly is the kebab mein haddi." Raise your hand if you also ship them. *raises hand*
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Ayesha's P.O.V:

I plodded my way along the empty pathway, playing with my fingers as I solved the rubik's cube within me. I went over the events as I sat on a bench, one after the other pieces gently fell into place.

I twisted the second to last piece, left and then right but it wouldn't fit. I looked up, suddenly feeling lost. I ran my fingers through my hair, unravelling the knots as I did. Then I pulled the loose hair into a messy bun, leaving a strand on each side.

Questions slowly slipped away beneath the sound of chattering teeth. As if on cue a jacket slipped onto my shoulders, a wave of warmth ran through me. Simultaneously a pair of arms wrapped around me, as I looked up Abhi lowered beside me, a smirk playing on his lips. With a gentle tug at my hair tie, the curls bounced neatly onto my shoulders.

"Khule rehne do, aise ache lagte hain (Leave it open, it looks nicer like this)." He whispered, leaning his head against the side of mine.

I rolled my eyes as I folded my arms. "Fursat mil gaye tumhe (You've found time, have you)?"

"Kya hua? Tumhare mood kyun kharab hai (What happened? Why are you upset)?" He asked, unwrapping a cornetto as he sat beside me.

I gazed at the ice cream, briefly forgetting what I had to say. Abhi held the ice cream in front of me, prompting me to take it.

I took the ice cream. "Agar tumhe lagta hai yeh ice cream de kar tum conversation avoid kar sakte ho, toh tum galat ho (If you think you can avoid this conversation by an ice cream, then you're wrong)." I spoke as I took a bite.

"Acha batao, kya hua (Okay tell me, what happened)?" He asked as he propped his elbow onto the bench and his cheek against his palm.

"What were you doing with Ulfat?"

"What was I doing?" He asked nonchalantly and reached for the ice cream. I moved it so it was out of his reach and shot him a glare.

"Tumhe jalan ho rahai hai (Are you feeling jealous)?" He asked, his lips twitching at the corners.

"No!" I shouted as if it was the most absurd thing I'd heard.

"Dekho, woh meri dost hai aur mujhe uski fikar hai (Look, she's my friend and I care about her)." I paused. "Mujhe lagta hai woh tumhe pasand karti hai (I think she likes you)."

"What's wrong with me? Why can't she like me?" Oh, so he's playing the dumb card. "Abhi." I sighed.

"Ayesha." He replicated my sigh and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"When you know you can't reciprocate her feelings, why lead her on?"

He took my hand in his, his expression growing serious by the second. "Are you talking about what happened on the coach?" He asked, I simply nodded in return.