"Aarti, you shouldn't have done that," Yash said as
soon as he got over the shock of what had just happened.
Aarti propped herself up on one elbow and looked at
"Yash, you wouldn't do anything yourself because
you're too scared to," Aarti replied, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I'm not scared!" he argued.
"Prove it," she whispered, leaning close to him.
Her lips were an inch away from his, and one of her
hands was on his chest. He was sure that she could feel how fast his heart was
beating right now. He just wanted to lean forward and claim her as his, but he
was trying his hardest to control himself.
He should have just let Mansi take her. He was
having such a hard time right now. She was so close to him. And it didn't help
that she looked so sexy in his shirt either. Not to mention the fact that he
was seeing her after two long years. There was definitely some pent up sexual
tension here. He was seriously contemplating kissing her because he just
couldn't help himself, but he was scared of her reaction in the morning.
"Don't live for the future Yash," she whispered,
moving her hand to his cheek and getting even closer to him. "Live for the
It was as if she read his thoughts.
She stroked his cheek lovingly and closed her eyes,
waiting for him to make the next move.
She was so close that he could feel her breath on
his lips, and his heart was beating faster than ever. He wrapped one arms
around her and pulled her on top of his body, as his other arm reached up to
hold her head. Then he brought it down and he kissed her passionately, unable
to hold back any longer.
She kissed him back just as eagerly. It was hard to
believe that he was here, in this position with Aarti after two years. Right
now, he wanted to take things further than ever, but at the moment, he was
fighting with his inner desires. He had to control himself, but oh she was so
He slid his hands down her back and under the shirt
she was wearing, and she moaned, pressing her body against his.
"Go to sleep," he whispered against her lips.
She closed her eyes and placed her head on top of
his chest, her body on top of his. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling
peaceful as she fell into a slumber on top of him. Not too far later, he slept
more peacefully than he could remember sleeping in a long time.
The next morning, Aarti opened her eyes. She felt a
warm body on the bed next to her and she gasped, as the events of the night
flooded back into her memory. She covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh no,"
she whispered. "Oh no, no, no. This can't be happening."
She got out of bed quickly and flinched in pain as
her head throbbed. She noticed Yash's shirt on her body and gasped again. "What
did I do?" she asked herself. As far as she remembered, they had both kissed.
After that she just recalled darkness.
"Oh man. No. This can't be happening," she cried
angrily. "I hate you Yash!"
First he thought he was able to control her in the
public, and now in private too? Now he slept with her while she was
intoxicated? He had taken advantage of her?
"I hate you," she cried again. Her eyes widened when
she saw him stir in his sleep and she clutched her chest tightly, fearing him.
She did not want to face him. She needed to get out of here before she
suffocated anymore in his presence.
It was true that she was attracted to him, hell, she
liked him and missed him so much. She was sure that she was even in love with
him. But this was not right! There was no way that Yash could do this to her. He
could not just expect her to be there to satisfy his physical desires.
"You gross me out," she said, stifling a sob before
she ran out of his room in search of her own.
Once she found her and Mansi's room, she fumbled around
for her entry card, sobbing the entire time. Upon finding it, she opened the
door quickly and was shocked too find it empty. Maybe Mansi was with Aman. Aarti
fell on top of bed and clutched Yash's shirt more tightly, sobbing. Why was she
crying? Was she crying because of what she thought happened last night, or was
it because of something else? Aarti herself didn't know. She wanted to find
Yash, to run into his arms and cry there, but she knew that she was not going
to let him do what Prashant did to her. She would not repeat the same mistakes
she had made years ago.
Yash woke up to find the bed empty next to him. He
immediately got worried. Where did she go so early in the morning? He ran out
of the room. "Aarti?" he called out, knowing that she was going to be mad at
him for sure. He knew he screwed up big time. He had just wanted to spend time
with her after all these years, and now he was going to have to pay for this
He texted Mansi. Where
is Aarti staying?
Mansi texted back and told him her room number.
After replying with a quick thanks, he ran to her room. He knocked once. No
answer. "Please," he whispered to himself. "Please open the door Aarti." He
knocked again. At this she answered, and he faced her puffy eyes.
She closed her eyes and turned around. "What do you want?"
she squeaked, folding her arms across her chest. Yash placed a hand on top of
her shoulder and she jerked her body away from him.
"D - Don't touch me! You took advantage of me!"
"I knew this would happen," he groaned. "You basically
forced me to Aarti. Trust me, I was telling you to stop!"
"Yash you asshole," she yelled. "I hate you."
"But Aarti, I haven't been able to forget you, I haven't...
I still love you. With all my heart."
Aarti gasped, unsure of how to react.
"But I don't love you Yash. You killed my baby."
"I... I'm sorry. I should just go," he said softly, turning
around, feeling his own eyes start to tear up. It was something he continued to
feel guilty about all these years later.
"Yash wait... what did we do? Did we you know... do it?"
"Nothing Aarti, we didn't do anything. I swear, we didn't
do anything. I just... I just kissed you. I'm sorry. It's just that you were so
irresistible and I love you, I really love you Aarti."
Aarti's eyes welled up with tears. Oh how desperately she
wanted to tell him she loved him too.
"Get out," was all she said, after stifling a sob.
When Aarti told Mansi later in the day what happened,
Mansi sighed. "Oh this is just typical of you Aarti. Typical. Push away the one
man who truly cares about you."
"How do you know?" Aarti asked, feeling her shoulders
starting to heave. She wanted to be wrong. She really, really did. She wanted
to run into Yash's arms because it felt too darn safe in there.
"Oh Aarti, haven't you seen the way he looks into your
eyes? Sorry for sounding clich, but honestly, that man loves you. He loves you
like no other."
Aarti wanted to deny it, but she knew that it was true.
She could feel Yash's love for her. It felt so strong, that she couldn't even
bring herself to lie about knowing it.
"What if... what if his love goes away after he gets me."
"I don't know Aarti. But if we kept on asking ourselves
what if, we'd never enjoy life. Go Aarti, give your relationship a name. You
two want each other - the future is uncertain, but it is never going to be any
more certain than this, whether you choose to be together or not."
Aarti suddenly hugged Mansi. She felt like she was
convinced enough to talk to Yash now. She wiped away her tears and ran towards
Yash opened the door at once.
"Yash!" Aarti cried, "Yash, oh Yash, I have to tell you
something so important right now."
"Aarti, is everything okay?" he asked, sounding alarmed.
"No Yash, why don't you understand me when I don't say
anything? Why don't you understand that I love you too, that my life feels
incomplete without you? It's true that I've lived without you for so many
years. It's completely true that I loved you then and I love you now. Maybe I
didn't realize it or didn't tell you about it, but Yash I do. I really love you.
It's very true that I still feel guilty for Arpita's death. Yash, the truth
that I am most certain of, is the truth that I need to be with you. The truth
that I love you, and you complete me. I still miss my unborn child. I still
miss him Yash. But I still cannot escape the truth that I love you more than
ever right now. I needed you back then, and I need you now. I don't want to
live another moment without you Yash," Aarti told him, barely taking a breath.
She could see Yash's eyes light up with happiness. He held
on to her shoulders, and was about to hug her when they both heard a voice
"Yash!" the voice said desperately. Aarti looked over
Yash's shoulder to see a beautiful Indian woman with curly long hair approach
him. "There's a problem Yash. Palak's in the emergency room!
Hey everyone, long time no see right? I'm sorry that this took forever. Oh, in case I wasn't too clear, the woman at the end is Ishita.