Chapter 43: 41

Chapter Forty-One

Is this the same shy, softie, Sahil?

× ANANYA ×

"Bro, yeh tera wala kitne looks de raha hai mujhe, aaise dekh raha hai jaise ek baar aakele mil gaya usse toh kisi aur se milne ke layak nahi bachunga" I heard Deven say when I was removing the heavy Jhumkhas from my ears.

[Your man is giving me so many looks. It looks like, if I ever went to meet him alone, I won't be able to meet anyone after that]

I love wearing Jhumkhas. Big, heavy, Jhumkhas. But at the same time, the way my ear is all red and swollen because of them is something I do not love. The real pain with pleasure sequence.

I left out a chuckle and responded with, "He can never. Please"

"Okay, Simp. But I told you, this jealousy track always works. Boy was so damn jealous that I was feeling guilty for doing this with him. Never mind, he deserves it." I narrowed my eyes at him from the mirror. He didn't even glance back at me but was busy unwrapping his chocolate.

"Now as per the bet, you are giving me Preet's number." He said and a grin plastered on his face.

From the day he arrived, he was hell-bent on thinking that the feelings were mutual and not just from my side to Sahil. For that, he threw this jealousy trap because as per him, it always works. In return for him helping me, I have to give him Preet's number and he is smart enough to handle the rest.

"She has a boyfriend, Deven" I reminded him.

"She broke up" I gasped and turned around in amusement how did he know this piece of information when he met Preet just yesterday.

"I'm not a stalker, Ananya," he said defensively when he noticed my reaction. "I had a conversation with her, she looked sad so I asked her the reason. And that is how I know."

"She is six years younger than you, Deven," I told him and took the makeup remover in a wipe and wiped the makeup from my face.

"What am I supposed to do with that?" He asked back.

"She is nineteen, right now. You are twenty-five. She is still just a kid in front of you"

"I can wait." He shrugged. God knows what this man sees in her and he is obsessed with her from the day he arrived. He is persistent in getting her number. "I'll wait for a few years and in your wedding I will make a move on her. Till then, just friends. How about this?"

My wedding? How did this come in between?

"Why will she be there at my wedding?" I asked him.

"She is the groom's sister. Why won't she be there?" I glared at him making a face. "Please, don't even give me that look. We both know that you two are the endgame. The sooner you accept that you are in love with him, the merrier it will be."

"It's not love, Deven," I said and rubbed a little on my eye because the Eyeliner, Eyeshadow, Mascara everything was just not going easily.

"And I am not human." I heard a noise and my eyes flew towards the door which was pushed open. Kirti entered humming a song with her headphones placed on her ear. As soon as she noticed us, she glanced between me and Deven.

"Your Sahil is very jealous of this Demon. I heard him say this word. You better get out of her room alive, Demon, I won't like it if you go out in pieces." Closing the door, she jumped on the bed beside Deven.

"Demon? Shit, man. I didn't expect this from Sahil" He pouted while Kirti rubbed his chin like he was a dog.

"Aw, Tommy" She is in one of her moods right now.

"Shut up, Kirti. And you, Anu, continue your rant. It's not love, then what is it?" Deven came back to the topic after throwing Kirti's hand away from him.

"What love? What am I missing? Don't tell me you are in love with that Duffer, Anu. I will kill him later first it's you" Kirti's reaction came as soon as she heard the word love.

She has some serious issues with it.

"I am not," I replied and got two exactly different reactions from both of them. Deven just gave me a firm look with his hands folded while Kirti gave a proud look.

"Good. Love can not happen this soon. This is all attraction" She stated and lay on her stomach scrolling her phone.

"Stop confusing her, Kirti. You seriously have never seen the way they look at each other?" Deven questioned her.

"How do we look at each other?"

"Like deep down both of you are aware that you're spending your seven lives with each other" I just passed a small shrug and tried to ignore whatever he said. But in the back of my mind, I knew that this sentence wasn't going to leave me.

At night, when it's my overthinking time and when I rewind all the regrets and embarrassments of the day, I will surely have a conversation with my mind on this topic.

Ananya having a conversation with Ananya. And I swear those are so interesting like I can make a show on those.

Chamatkars of Chamatkar. COC.

So welcome to the first episode of COC, and today's topic is the answer to Deven on my question 'How do we look at each other'. Tonight we have to remember every time we look at him and get an analysis of it. After that tally everything and sum...

Shut up, Anu.

But I like this. I just need someone who will consider me interesting enough to make a whole show on me.

I deserve it, to be honest. After all, I am so entertaining. And the one who denies this is either going to bad times or he is a bad time for this planet. There is no in-between.

"Ananya, stop thinking about Sahil" I got out of my trance at his stupid words.

Does he think that Sahil is so important that I'll think about him 24/7?

Yes, he is. Add the emoji in which there are three hearts and a big smile with eyes closed. Because that is me when I think about him.

I am still angry, by the way.

"Why do you believe that I think about him every time I zone out? This is the third time you've said that." I was finally done with removing my makeup and jewelry, now I will take a shower and to go sleep.

I love sleep. My pretty sleep. What would I have done without you? It's an escape from this cruel world.

"That's what people in love do" He answered and before me Kirti looked at him from the corner of her eye, cringing at his words.

"She is not in love, Demon" Kirti said. I stood up from my place and went towards the cupboard where I arranged a few of my clothes. It looked very empty and I made a mess every time I removed a cloth from my suitcase.

I took out my towel and some comfortable pajamas with oversized, full-sleeved tee.

"She is, Kirti" Demon, sorry, Deven argued back.

"She is not. Please."

"She is, Please" I rubbed my temple at this useless argument.

"Guys, let me decide" I interrupted them before they could start a war about this. Saying this, I went to the bathroom and closed the door.

Love can not happen this early. You barely know him for some months, some flirting, touchy-touchy things, and reassurance doesn't mean love. The devil was back after a long time.

Love is love, it's not a human to check or measure time and then arrive. It's not a guest coming home, it's a person accidentally reaching home. The angel had to arrive to defend.

How is that man so hot, beautiful, cute, and dumb at the same time? The logical question this time. For the very first time, I agreed with the simp inside me.

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"Kirti, mera haq toh nahi kuch, lekin tumhe bura na lage toh ek sawaal puchu? Yeh chote chote kapde jisme pure haath aur peth dikhe inme tumhe, woh kya kehte hai? Uncomfortable! Uncomfortable nahi lagta kya?" Bitchy Bua was back in action.

[[Kirti, it is not my place to tell you but if you don't feel bad can I ask you a question? In these small clothes like where your stomach and arms are visible, do you not feel uncomfortable?]

Kirti had fair skin, she did not have acne, she was slim and healthy, she had very beautiful features, and she was perfect. Now how will this Bua try to poke her when her appearance is on poiny? She got this. Clothes.

Her first attack is appearance, the second is job, and the third is whatever she finds.

For the first time when this Bua opened her mouth, I felt bad for her and not for the person speaking in front of her. Let her mess once with Kirti, I'm sure she won't repeat it. I just waited for Kirti to reply with my head down and a small smirk on my face.

I know Kirti better than anyone else, and I know how she handles such situations.

She signaled Bua to come closer to her, even I learned to listen to her reply with my hands folded and head down to hide my smile, because if the Bua noticed me smiling then once again someone would come at me.

YoU ArE DisREsPeCtiNg hEr.

"Aunty, mera bhi haq nahi apse puchne ka lekin apko bura na lage toh ek sawaal puchu? Yeh deep, sweetheart low neckline, sleeveless, backless blouses, jisme pura peth display par ho, because net wali saree hai na, apko uncomfortable nahi lagta?"

[Aunty, even I don't have any right to ask you this but if you don't feel bad then should I ask you something? These, deep sweetheart low neckline, sleeveless, backless blouses, in which the whole stomach is on display because the saree is off the net, do you not feel uncomfortable in these?]

I held back my laughter when Kirti exactly described what Aunty was wearing and she said it in the sweetest voice possible, just in the Bua's tone.

The look on the Bitchy Bua's face was worth looking at. She looked at Kirti as if someone had taken her property away from her.

"Nahi lagta?" Kirti asked her battling her eyelashes with a soft smile, acting all innocent. "Mujhe bhi nahi lagta. Uncomfortable."

[No?/ Even I don't feel. Uncomfortable]

The Bus instantly went away giving an excuse. Right when she left, I burst out laughing and hi-fied Kirti. Her eyes followed the Bua with a disgusted look.

"Kuch bhi bolti hai yeh, chudail aurat"

[This witch speaks anything]

Now although the Bua deserves it, this is disrespect.

Someone go and teach him the difference.

Nonsense insaan.

Later we went to get ready for today's Sangeet. Kirti and I had the habit of getting ready together because we have been roommates for over three years so it's usually very fun.

Kirti intentionally wore something revealing in traditional for that Bua. While I wore a light pink lehenga with a matching blouse, it was filled with minute details and a little sparkly.

Every time I wore an outfit, I tried to be minimal and simple enough how it should be for the guest. It's the bride's day, let her have all the attention and let her shine.

The dupatta was hanging on my hands like it used to be in royal times, just a turn on my hand after encircling it through my back. I kind of love this styling of the dupatta.

I tried to avoid Jhumkhas and wore something very small as earrings because my ears were already red yesterday. And it was my dance today with Sahil. His family had forced us to perform a couple of dances because we were the 'new' couple of his family. All the other couples, like Arun Bhai and his wife, Navika Di, and her husband. I keep forgetting their spouse's names.

I was already nervous about the dance, like what if I fell in between? No, seriously, when I was in fifth grade, I did a solo dance for my small town, yeah I was very confident. But between the dance, I fell right on my butt, people started laughing, I didn't care much, I stood up and danced while laughing too.

The confidence small Anu had was very appreciative. But no one did that. Haha.

Going outside, Sahil's mother met us and the first thing she said was, "My girls look so beautiful. Slay"

Such a Genz Mom he has.

"If we look beautiful then you are sitting on the top with a crown because you look like a queen. Uncle is so gone today" I said and passed her a wink. She waved her hand dismissively.

"I'm a queen," She said and tucked her hair behind her ear in a dramatic manner. We chuckled and she joined us too.

"By the way, Ananya, can you call Sahil downstairs? I need him urgently and he is going to take forever if anyone else calls him. Please" She said and showed me the puppy eyes.

Now I understand how Sahil got this talent.

"Alright, I will" I replied and she caressed my cheek lovingly.

"Don't forgive him, haan. My son is too good at convincing. Take your time" I nodded at her words. I know how he excels at that, yesterday, the whole time he was following me like a puppy, flirting, even sitting with me in silence, but he made sure I was not alone.

Once again I climbed the stairs and walked towards his room. Seeing that big window again, I remembered the last time I went inside and what happened. Deciding not to take the risk this time, I knocked on the door.

"Come inside. The door is open" He shouted. I pushed the door and found him standing right in front of the mirror fixing his hair. Or trying to settle his hair. He seemed very frustrated.

As soon as he noticed me in the mirror, he turned around with an amusing smile."Hey"

"Your Mom is calling you down. She has some work" I directly stated what the work was.

"Yeah, I know right? She has called me like ten times in the past half an hour. But my hair, they are irritating the hell out of me. I'm not able to settle them" He whined and ran his fingers through his hair. He indeed was failing.

"Okay, I'll tell her just come soon," I said and turned to move out of the room.

"Ananya" This word felt foreign to me when it came out of his mouth.

I was so used to his chamatkar, chamatkar, that now I felt odd when he called me by my name. I've started to like that name. Because he was the only one who called me that.

No matter what the backstory is. It's still on the top of my regrets sitting with a crown and evil smile.

ChAmAtkaR BabA.

"Can you help me out?" He asked in a very sweet voice when I turned and showed me the same puppy eyes. Just like Aunty.

I bit the inside of my cheek lightly and nodded when he stood there helpless. I went towards him and now everything was slow and my mind had already turned on some random soft background song. What do you even expect from a Bollywood Fan?

I stood right in front of him, just a few inches between us, I went on my toes which were already touching his, and ran my fingers through his soft hair.

I always wanted to touch his hair because he seemed to love running his fingers through them.

The gel was already applied, so all I had to do was to settle them, I took the comb in my other hand and tried to settle them in a way it didn't stick back.

While I was doing my work, I felt a very strong gaze on me, I ignored it and focused on my work. But the mere idea of our position right now did not help me.

"You are tall, sit down" I complained and rested my feet on the ground because I was tired already.

He turned around to find a chair or stool. Finding nothing around, he sat on one of his knees.

My heart did a balle balle on this activity of his for no reason at all.

Your heart does balle balle at anything.

Now as the distance was very much, I had to bend down a little. Fixing his hair as soon as I could, because I wanted to leave, I did it and he stood up looking at the mirror and checking how he looked.

"Okay, I guess. We can settle on this. Thanks" he said and I just passed him a quick nod and started to walk towards the door. A tug in my hand pulled me back again. I turned around but his hold still didn't leave my wrist.

"Please talk to me, chamatkar. I miss your nonsense" I narrowed my eyes at his words. "Precious nonsense"

"That nonsense used to make my day, now I realize its importance. I'm so sorry" He added.

"You told me with very much arrogance 'Don't talk to me then'. I am doing what you told me to do, Sahil ji" I shrugged at the end of my sentence.

"So now I'm telling you, Shout at me, Yell at me, Taunt me, Disrespect me, Just talk to me, chamatkar. I will go crazy now if you ignore me like this. And I am being very fucking honest, right now. "

The reader who is also a hopeless romantic inside had already taken a gun and shot himself because this felt unreal.

This is the first time someone missed talking to me and the first time someone said it directly to my face.

"Yeah, yeah, I disrespect people.." I said playfully this time but didn't express it on my face.

"Yaar, No. Bhavna samaj na yaar, words par kyu jaati hai." He muttered in frustration and I let out a chuckle which I wasn't supposed to.

[Understand my emotions, why do you always attack my words]

"Pachas baar disrespect word suna hai maine uss din, Panso baar tumhe sunaungi abh, bolo chalega?" I asked him and he nodded.

[I've heard this disrespectful word 50 times now I'll taunt you 500 times on the same. Is it okay?]

"Done. Just start talking to me again." I just shook my head at his childish behavior.

"Do din, Sahil ji, bus do din aue aap yeh keh diye. Bada special feel ho raha hai hume"

[Two days, it's been only two days and you said this already. I feel so special]

"Badi muskil se do din rahe hai hum. Aapki bakwas ke Bina do ghante nahi reh sakte hum" He said in a tone just like mine. I had this huge fucking grin on my face right now.

[I've spent these two days with very much difficulty. I cannot survive without your nonsense for two hours]

"Acha ji? Chalo kar hi dete hai maaf. Badi pure soul hu mai aakhir, etna tadpana acha nahi lagta" I winked at him and he sighed in relief.

[Oh is it? Let's forgive them. I'm a very pure soul, I don't like to torture someone]

The Mafia Queen inside me is giving a side eye at this statement.

"It's good for you that you agreed already. My third plan was very interesting but you didn't get a chance to experience that" I looked at him, eyes filled with curiosity.

"What was the third plan?" I asked him. A small wicked smile captured his lips while he looked at me.

"You really want to know, Ananya ji?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yes, Sahil ji. I would love to know" I noticed him taking a step towards me, I did not move back for the first time but at his second step, I took a step back. His hand which was holding mine till now, finally left his hold but the wicked smile didn't leave.

We continued this till I bumped into the wall, the cupboard was on my right side and his hand blocking my way out on the left side.

So typical! (I died dead at this fucking thing because this gives me butterflies, fuck butterflies, this gives me anacondas in my stomach which are doing the Baby shark to do so, Mommy shark to do so, dance and one of them is even unconscious)

"So, Ananya ji, let's act like you weren't convinced with my plan B, okay?" I nodded in agreement and pretended to look away because I was still angry, guys.

"First, I would want you to look at me, Ananya Ji," He said and his finger which was on my chin turned my face lightly and made me look at him. I pressed my lips together to hide my smile and eagerness for what was next.

He leaned towards my face even more and my breath hitched for a moment, his warm breath was falling on my ear as I heard him say "Then I would ask her if she'd like to give me permission to continue further."

I just nodded because I had no courage to speak a word at this moment.

"I need words for consent, baby" he whispered in my ear while my breathing got uneven already.

Fuck man. What is his effect of him on me?

"Yes," I managed to say without stuttering.

Fuck what y'all think. I'm loving this. I manifested this. I dreamt of this. I'm getting this. I'm loving this.

"So Ananya ji..." His voice trailed off and his finger tucked in my hair behind my ear.

Damn, Ten-year-old Ananya used to adore this whenever it happened in movies, this was the sweetest action as per her. She would be jumping like a monkey if she knew her future.

"Are you not getting seduced by me?" He asked and raised his brows. His lips however had this very small smile present on them.

"No" I mumbled out a lie.

"Because my third plan's name is Seduction, Ananya ji." He ran his index finger softly outlining the side of my face.

Is this the same shy, softie, Sahil?

Or is he under any spell or cast?

Or maybe a doppelganger? Because my Sahil was never this bold.

"Hm, hm" I voiced out in anticipation to know further and to show him that I wasn't getting seduced.

Meanwhile, I was.

Right when his finger stopped at my neck, I raised my eyes and looked at him for the first time in a while. Or else my eyes were usually down due to nervousness plus excitement.

"Still a no, Ananya ji?" He asked me. Right when I shook my head, his hand wrapped around my bare waist and pulled me closer to him. Due to this sudden action, my whole body shook as a reflex and there were goosebumps all over my body.

Now our bodies were almost touching each other and there were only a few inches between our faces. I could hear the clock ticking and both of our breaths because of the silence.

The silence still held a burning fire in it. I could sense and feel something even in the silence. This is the first time something like this happened to me where the silence was stronger than words.

All these new experiences this man gave me.

"Ananya ji?" He asked and I hummed in response before gulping.

"Are you okay? Because you don't look okay" He said and I took in a deep breath. The wicked evil smirk was on his face as if he won some war.

"I am" I am proud of myself for not stuttering. So damn proud. Because only I know the way my breathing has got faster than usual.

"So Ananya ji," Sahil leaned towards me in such a way that his cheek brushed with mine and said this in my ear as a whisper.

"Still a No?" He asked me and his grip around my waist tightened. My hands automatically went towards his chest for support. I licked my dry lips while my knees went weak.

Fuck man.

"Dare you say No this time, Ananya ji" His face was once again in front of mine and he brushed his nose with mine while saying that. His voice wasn't loud or dominating it was rather soft and playful.

I did not utter a single word nor did I show any expression, I just kept looking at him sincerely.

"I assume you haven't had your first kiss?" He asked me out of a sudden and I just shook my head in a 'No'.

We kept staring at each other's faces while my eyes flickered down to his lips for once.

He's never going to do it. Go, Anu.

I'm literally out of courage right now, I am not able to utter a single letter and you expect me to do what? Kiss him?

As if he already read my thoughts, he leaned a little more, his head tilted, his one hand rested on my cheek and I just blinked my eyes rapidly to check if it was happening.

To check if I'm not dreaming, like the last time.

Right when his lips were a mere inches away from mine, we heard a noise, I ignored it for once so that my moment wasn't ruined, my first kiss was happening, gosh. I'm so scared, excited, nervous, happy at the same time.

Damn.

"Bhai kabse bula rahe hai sab..." Hearing someone's voice I pushed Sahil away in horror. My eyes widened and blood rushed into my cheeks. "Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram, Ram"

[Bhai, we have been calling you for so long, Gosh, Gosh, Gosh, Gosh, Gosh]

This male bitch. Why did he come at the exact fucking moment?

From the last words of Vivian, I believe that he already saw us in that situation, because when I saw him, his back was facing us.

My eyes filled with panic looked at Sahil who had an expression on his face as if he was going to die. He gulped in fear and his Adam's apple moved.

That was such a hot thing to do.

"Maine kuch nahi dekha, maine kuch bhi nahi dekha, Aap log ko almost kiss karte hue bilkul bhi nahi dekha, Tune kuch nahi dekha, Vivian" I heard Vivian say in panic and I wished to bang my head somewhere.

[I did not see anything, I did not see anything, I did not see you guys almost kiss, You did not see anything, Vivian]

Where the fuck did he come from? I tried to peep around and the door was closed. But the window was open, that damn fucking window.

I hate that window. Who the fuck makes a window like that? Anyone can cross it, it fucking has no lock too?

Damn, fucker, Architect.

I could not even have my first kiss.

And the embarrassment? Let's not talk about that.

Fuck you, Mr. Architect of this house. I hope you never get fucked.

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Muahahahaha.

So how was the chapter? Any reviews? Y'all.

Plus I'm not that good at writing these romantic scenes, the ones who know me from the start knows that this is the first time I went in detial + I'm improving so that's my defence.

Ananya's frustration at last was me because it took me 4 damn hours to write this and some or other person kept interrupting me in between, by the end I was like bro I wanna leave this fucking world.😭

Poor Vivian, bro was already traumatized coz of his parents and now coz of them.

What are your thoughts on Deven now? And Kirti?

The chapter was one of the longest one, y'all I need votes and reviews here, pls emotional blackmail hi samjho already views kaam h and vote goal vagera thoda acha nahi lagta Hume 😞

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