Malang

17. Tired of Love.

6k+ words, unedited; hope not too bad..also wanted to justify arsalan for what he is and kinda make it the last chapter but alas, 6k is too much..couldn't write more in the same chapter..
ps im searching for new ideas to see if this book can go beyond this

17. Tired of Love.

I felt restless as if the clock was ticking in my head and I would realise when it will strike twelve. I knew none of us were too much into birthdays yet I was afraid to hurt him intentionally. A part of me didn't want to wish him because he had been so distant to me, I wanted to make him feel bad by not doing anything special, by not wishing him first but my heart was already not permitting it. It was scared to hurt him too much, to push him away too much.

Arsalan hadn't slept as well. The lights of the room were off but his side of the lamp was lit dimly and shone on his face as he used his mobile. I turned to the other side, putting the blanket over me. I did not like the guilt occupying the pit of my chest but at the same time I wanted him to know that I was sad, too sad that I wouldn't even celebrate for him because he was the reason behind all of it.

My heart skipped a beat as the sound of the notifications surfaced the air. I had hardly settled with the fact that we had entered his birth-date when Arsalan's phone rang. Someone was gonna wish him before me. I did not like the idea of it and my curiosity made me tilt towards him again. But I was three minutes late to change anything. He had received the call, it was Daniya.

"A very very happy birthday Arsalan Bhai." Daniya's chirpy voice reached my ears. "I thought you must be awake so i called." Her voice reached me clearly either because she was too excited that she was screaming or Arsalan's phone's volume was too high.

"Okay." Arsalan responded and she giggled. "You almost nearing death and yet you haven't learnt how to thank me yeah?"

"How you and Hamza doin'?" Arsalan asked instead. I was too numb to read his mood. I had no clue if it was Arsalan being general because he didn't like all the attention he got on his birthday or his tone sounded off due to me or say something else.

"You never call to know about what I'm upto, so why shall I tell now?" Daniya complained. "I'm not important."

"No. Sithara always fills me in about your whereabouts." He answered her gently.

"Haye, cute." She spoke like me. The two of us vibed hard with 'haye'. "Where's Sithara??"

Arsalan looked at me. "She is here." He said as I was observing him with my eyes wide open. He gave me his phone.

"So what's up babe?" She asked me. I had kept the mobile on speaker because she was already too loud.

"What do you think I could possibly be doing at midnight Daniya hmm?" I gave her a curt reply but she blew me with her reply.

"Umm, you could be getting ready to give my brother his birthday sex or you could be under him or on top of him already, I don't remember the position you two like." Daniya blabbered and I watched Arsalan very awkwardly. It would have been normal and funny if we weren't in a fight. "Or you must have already done it for him..or umm.."

"Shut up." I stopped her and she laughed uncontrollably. "Don't pretend as if you don't give me the details of your sex life." I did not. I did not give her the extra details because Arsalan was her brother and she always teased me about it. "Arsalan Bhai is listening to us or what?"

Arsalan's expressions were bland. He was just looking at me monotonously. "Daniya bye."

"I hear fuck off in your bye." She pointed out. "Okay, cool. I'll shoo away, you drop gossip about your orgasm in the morning." She added.