CHAPTER 36: the hateful encounter

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SAMAIRA'S POV:

The tour was such a blast! We all had soo much fun and got to learn soo many things as well! And it was more special to me because of a very special bond I had formed with a certain someone. It was just like movies. Two people, hating each other initially, but then getting close to each other, and maybe falling for each other? Well I don't know about love but there was definately a pull between us. And it was mutual. It could be sensed easily. He craved my presence as much as I craved his. And this is not just friendship. It's something more. Something we both are yet to discover.

Right now we are in the bus, travelling back to bangalore after this very successful trip. Everyone was enjoying in the front, singing, dancing and what not. They called the both of us as well but we enjoyed the calm environment better. And right now, we both were listening to slow romantic songs one end of my earphone in my ear and the other end in his. There couldn't any other better way of enjoyment in my dictionary. It was the ultimate calm.

ISHAAN: what are you thinking about foxy? 101 ways to make me fall for you?

This guy, well yeah I love it when he flirts with me. But he didn't have to know that.

SAMAIRA: well you're halfway there you know. Its 101 ways.. but not to make you fall for me.. its 101 ways to kill you.

ISHAAN: well you don't have to do much you know.. just give me one of your smiles and I'll die because of your charms. See? not soo difficult. *smirk*

SAMAIRA: godd! you're impossible..!

ISHAAN: always remember this foxy.. there's I'M POSSIBLE in IMPOSSIBLE. So you see, i might be a possible chase in your case.

SAMAIRA: stawpp flirting and let me concentrate on the song now!

He just giggled while nodding his head as we both continued listening to the song. Suddenly. I felt him interlocking our fingers and I could feel my heart beat stop for a moment. I was feeling nervous but excited at the same time. My palms felt sweaty but my grip tightened. A strange possessiveness spread through my chest. I would never want to let go of his hand, never. We both sat there, in complete silence with small smiles visible on our faces. We both knew what we were feeling. And we knew It was something that couldn't be undone. My eyelids started feeling heavy and without my knowledge, I was already lost in my dreamland.

I woke due to the chaos in the bus and well, yeah we had finally reached our destination. I felt something hard under my head and something heavy above it. I took some time to absorb the situation but finally i had realized that I fell asleep on ishaan's shoulder and he was sleeping with his head rested on my head. I slowly lifted his head and shifted towards the window to free my head. He looked so calm while he was sleeping, away from all the troubles. Away from all the ghosts of his past and of present. And the fact that he was deprived of this sleep which was very much required made my squeeze in pain. No matter how strong the urge of not waking him up was, I had to wake him up as we had reached. Well, I hope he got enough sleep. With my voice as slow and gentle as possible, I tried to wake him up.

SAMAIRA: Ishaan, we are here.. wake up.

ISHAAN: 5 mins more please.

SAMAIRA: well yeah the bus is leaving right now. You can sleep as much as you want if you're okay with finding your way back to here.

ISHAAN: ughhh you're soo mean foxyy..

SAMAIRA: Yeah.. I've heard that before as well. Now get up sleepy ass.

ISHAAN: sure foxy. People aren't wrong when they tell you're mean you know. But it also isn't wrong when they tell you're gorgeous.

SAMAIRA: stop flirting and get down!!

ISHAAN: OK OK chill! I am getting down.

After that, we both got down together with our luggage and waited until the bust left.

Everyone else were tired as hell and it was clearly visible on their faces.

RANDOM: okie chief. We are all tired af..! I think we should head home. Can we leave?

SAMAIRA: yes! you surely can leave!! this trip was awesome with all of you..!

RANDOM2: we too enjoyed a lott chieff!!

SAMAIRA: okayy thenn! see ya'll in college!!

They all bid their goodbyes and left for their houses. But noticed ishaan, he hadn't moved from his original place.

SAMAIRA: what's up? don't wanna go home?

ISHAAN: nahh.. my house is too huge and empty. Where are you going tho?

SAMAIRA: home of course! Mom and dad are out of town for some business and I am gonna have the place all to myself..!

ISHAAN: well then, lemme walk you till your home.

SAMAIRA: its ok it's really not needed-

ISHAAN: I insist! I don't have anything to do anyways..

SAMAIRA: umm okayy then..

We both started walking together. Normally people in these situations are either quiet or are awkward. But no, we were going on speaking to each other about random things. Its not that we didn't like silence, but we liked our chattering more than the silence. We were soo engrossed into each other-

I mean engrossed into talking with each other that we had already reached my home and I didn't even realize.

SAMAIRA: ohh.. my home is here.. Wait for a min lemme open the door.

He just nodded and stood behind me as I started looking for the key.

It's been 15 minutes since we've been waiting here and what was i doing still?

Looking for the key.

Why was i not being able to find it?

Because I had lost it.

FUCK!

ISHAAN: what's the matter foxy?

SAMAIRA: umm I lost the key..

ISHAAN: wait what? how could you-

SAMAIRA: I know I know its dumb.. but please don't scold me rn. I am already tensed.

The look on his face softened.

ISHAAN: I wasn't going to scold you foxy.. I have the no. of a locksmith here.. I'll try calling him.

SAMAIRA: wait aren't you new here?

ISHAAN: well yeah.. but you remember the day we met? Which wasn't exactly one of my best days.. I happened to lost the key to my apartment as well.. So I had to look for a locksmith and found him luckily. Now he's coming in handy.

I slightly chuckled remembering the first day we met and his face had a soft smile too. No one could've told us at that moment that we would be this in the future. I might've laughed at them and given them a psychiatrists' no. thinking they genuinely needed that. But no matter how the past was.. the present was beautiful, and the future would be even more beautiful I hope.

I looked at him speaking to someone on his phone while I was lost in my own thoughts. A frown immediately occured on his face that made me frown as well. He ended the call and came towards me.

SAMAIRA: what happened?

ISHAAN: umm he's out of town and he would be back only by 7pm.

SAMAIRA: wait what? what are we supposed to do now?? don't you have anyone else's no.?

ISHAAN: you yourself accept that I am new here.. how do you expect me to have everyone's no.?

I just stood there with a worried look on my face as he cleared his throat to gain my attention.

ISHAAN: well.. you can come to my place if you're comfortable.. Like its not dark so you have no reason to be scared or anything.. you can rest as well.. and you can get food as well-

I kept a finger on his face to stop him from rambling. He speaks continuously when he's nervous. Cute.

SAMAIRA: I know i am safe with you.. but will you be comfortable to have me at your place?

ISHAAN: ofcourse! Or else i wouldn't have offered at all!

I just smiled and nodded at him as we booked a cab to his place.

TIME SKIP

AT ISHAAN'S HOUSE

SAMAIRA: ohh damnn your house is huge..!

ISHAAN: Yeah.. huge and empty af..! You can go and change in the guest room. I'll prepare something to eat till then.

SAMAIRA: ohh.. gentleman knows how to cook? not bad..

ISHAAN: what did you think foxy? A handsome face is all i have?

SAMAIRA: ok now stop bluffing..! and tell me where is the guest room.

ISHAAN: left from the kitchen and straight.. The room at the end of the hallway.

SAMAIRA: donee..!

Well his house was huge tho. Rich dad i see.. Well what's the use.. if he couldn't love his son.

I changed and soon entered into the kitchen.. just to see him cooking. Damn guys looked attractive while cooking.

ISHAAN: well.. I know i am good looking but you can look at me from closer you know.

SAMAIRA: yeah yeah keep dreaming. I wasn't looking at you. Do you have no one to accompany you in this big ass home?

ISHAAN: no. that's the reason I call this place as house, and not home. It's just an empty large place where someone can live. It doesn't have the warmth to be known as a home.

SAMAIRA: well then, why don't you get a room mate?

ISHAAN: I don't feel comfortable with anyone.

SAMAIRA: well you must feel comfortable with someone atleast!

ISHAAN: you.. I feel like i am at home with i am with you.

I was speechless at his comment. We just stood there staring into each others eyes.. None of us could break the contact. We were lost into each others eyes. His eyes were deep. They had soo much to tell. About his misery, his desire for love, his passion, his ambitions, and a little something else that I wasn't able to recognise. We came out of our little bubble when we heard the door unlocking.

ISHAAN: who could it be? No one has the key to my apartment except-

??: hey there, young man.

We both turned around to look at the voice. Ishaan was frozen but I stood there confused as I wasn't able to recognise who that person was.

ISHAAN: what are you doing here?

Ishaan's voice sounded cold and distant. I had never seen him this emotionless, not even when we were enemies. I had goosebumps all over my body. One thing was for sure that I didn't like this side of him.

?: I see.. so you're here with your girlfriend?

ISHAAN: that's none of your business mr. kashyap.

OK so now I get it.. it was his dad.

MR. KASHYAP: *sigh* I am here in the town with your mom-

ISHAAN: stepmom. The real one died because of you.

Wait what?? because of him?? because of her own husband?? what the hell is going on here?

MR. KASHYAP: this is not the way you speak to your father.

ISHAAN: you don't have the right to call yourself my father after all you've done is ruin my life.

MR. KASHYAP: mind your words ishaan.. I won't take this behaviour against me or your stepmom for that matter.

ISHAAN: *sigh* I have nothing to say to you Mr. kashyap.. you may leave.

MR. KASHYAP: Where were you all these days?

ISHAAN: I was on an educational tour with my music club from college.

MR. KASHYAP: How many times have I told you to leave this baseless hobbies of yours and concentrate of your life seriously? This isn't taking you anywhere. All of these will only end you up broke where you can't afford food as well. What do you want to be? a loser? Look at your step-brother.. he's a topper in his university in business management. And look at yourself, still being delusional and impractical like your mom-

I couldn't take it anymore. This old man needs a lesson..!

SAMAIRA: you need to stop mr. kashyap. I know i don't have any rights to speak in your family matters but what you're doing is not acceptable. You're no one to judge ishaan and his dream and you absolutely have no rights to judge his mom.. or should I say your wife for however she was. I've seen what kind of a boy Ishaan is and i can tell mrs. kashyap was a great woman to bring up such a humble and sensible boy like ishaan. So you should either be supportive or just stop interfering in his life.

MR. KASHYAP: don't you think you're overstepping your boundary young lady?

I was going to reply but I heard Ishaan's voice.

ISHAAN: you already overstepped the boundary. Now before I do something unacceptable in anger, I want you to leave.

MR. KASHYAP: I am leaving now.. it doesn't mean that I am letting you be. I'll be back.. with your MOTHER. And you better behave.

After saying that He left the apartment. I looked over to ishaan and his eyes were almost red. He was trying hard to control his emotions. I went towards him and rubbed his back gently while he just placed his head on my shoulder. I felt my shoulder getting wet. HE WAS CRYING.

SAMAIRA: let it out ishaan, let it all out.

He started crying and didn't look like he would stop anytime soon. But i would stay here for as long as he would need my shoulder to cry.

After like 30 mins, he stopped crying and right now we were in his living room, sitting beside each other on the couch while i was patting his back continously.

SAMAIRA: wanna talk about it?

He just nodded at my words and I prepared myself to accept whatever was coming in my direction now. He had to let it out and I was all up for it.

Today's encounter was bad. There was nothing positive about it.

No love, no care nothing. Just hate.

IT WAS A HATEFUL ENCOUNTER.

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