Piya and Abhay broke out of their trance. Abhay went back to his normal stony expression while Piya glared at Aarav. Trust him to ruin a wonderful moment.
"Now please, can we get back onto the script now and get this done with?" Aarav said in a bored tone "I really need to visit the washroom!"
"How was your first day at collage, Aarav?" Haseena asked kindly as she opened the door for her 'sons' to come in.
"Oh, it was fine, I suppose" Aarav shrugged "Not as bad as I thought it would be, Abhay here, really helped me a lot"
Abhay just rolled his eyes. He was used to Aarav trying to irritate him.
Haseena smiled "That's good. Why don't you freshen up? I shall ask the servant to serve dinner for you."
"Oh good, I am famished!" Aarav said throwing his backpack on the couch and dashing up the stairs to his room.
"Is is always this energetic?" Abhay asked in disbelief as he stared at the door Aarav had closed behind him.
"He's very...childish, I guess. " Haseena said smiling affectionately "He is just like a little excited kid."
"Oh great!" Abhay exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air "We have our very own energizer bunny in the house!"
Haseena laughed "He adds excitement to our house, but do you really know why I let him stay with us?"
"Why?" Abhay asked curiously.
"For you" Haseena said trying to smooth down a strand of Abhay's hair.
Abhay flinched at her touch, he wasn't comfortable with physical contact.
"Yes, I thought you desperately needed a friend, someone you could share your feelings with, ever since Maithili..." Haseena stopped in mid-sentence realizing her mistake.
Abhay's face turned stony "I don't need a friend mom, I don't want to share my feelings , and especially not with someone like Aarav. And now if you will excuse me, I need to go for a hunt"
And saying so, Abhay turned and ran out of the house, while Haseena looked on.
Aarav whistled a tune as he climbed up the marble staircase. His growling tummy was now well fed and taken care of.
Haseena aunty had asked the servants to cook a lavish dinner for him. His eyes had practically popped out of his sockets when he saw the dining table laden with delicious items.
Now that the hunger issue was taken care of, his mind turned towards the other problem in hand. Piyali Dobriyal.
Damn that girl! Where was she hiding? What if Danny got to her first?
Aarav's eyes widened.
No he couldn't let that happen. He simply had to get there before Danny.
As he was pondering over these thoughts, he passed Abhay room. Abhay's room door which was always locked was slightly open.
'What a golden opportunity!' Aarav thought happily 'Finally a chance to take at peek at Abhay's room!'
Aarav opened the door soundlessly and stepped in. What was in front of him had his mouth open in shock.
There was a beautiful large painting of a girl with silky long straight hair and round black eyes.
"Piya?" Aarav said disbelievingly "Why the hell does Abhay have a painting of Piya in his room?!"
Sneak Peek '
Aarav held Abhay back with his arm "I sense werewolves...in our college"
Okay so, I hope you guys are hapy with the chapter. I actually wanted to reveal the Aarav story in this chappie, but I just couldnt fit it in.
Oh, and I hope you guys liked the Haseena-Abhay interaction(though it was very short). I really think Haseena cares for Abhay deep down somewhere, and she wants him to be happy.
And Aarav's mystery woman. Who do you think it is? This girl/woman plays and important role in the story. I shall introduce her soon. She gives a whole new definition to the word evil. Shes bad. Very bad.
I just love Abhay-Aarav. They are not enemies. They care for each other deep down. They have a history, maybe I shall reveal that in the next chapter !
And I have suddenly got a whole new idea for Misha. I am excited for that and I am sure you guys will love it !
Lastly, Thank you so much for reading and appreciating my FanFic, guys. Love you all.
Oh and one more thing(This is the last one, I promise!) whoever wants me to PM them whenever I update, can you please gimme your names and add me as a friend? I am making a PM list.