Chapter 51: 49

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Chapter Forty-Nine

"You want to break up with me?"

× ANANYA ×

"I don't want to have a conversation right now," Sahil said when I held his hand stopping him in the garden. I rushed downstairs behind him to stop him but he would just not listen.

"Hear me out." I pleaded and he shook his head.

"What do you want me to hear? Your explanations? I am least interested in that. So let's just not continue this right now or else I'd burst out so bad on you that you'll feel bad. I don't get angry easily but when I do, I say some very hurtful and mean things. So, leave." I was still facing his back while he was saying those things. He did not turn behind for once.

"Burst out on me. I made a mistake so I deserve it." He let out a laugh filled with sarcasm.

"If you realise that you're making a mistake, then don't continue it. So, please don't play this card with me." He did not let his tone go one decibel high but rather stuck to the one filled with taunts.

"It's not that easy, Sahil," I said and held him by my other hand too, turning him to face me.

"Yes, I know, it is not. Life is not easy. Neither it is for you, nor me. Even I have problems in my life but that doesn't mean go around drinking, smoking, taking drugs or any such thing." I could see the fury in his eyes now, his body language itself showed how much anger held within himself.

"I know but-" he cut me off and took a few steps closer to me. I looked around to check if people were present there. I don't want to create a scene here, especially in the society to stay in, I am moving out soon.

He cares a lot about his reputation.

"That packet costs your life. I tried to explain it to you first in a very sweet manner but it looks like I have to show you the harsh reality which I think you're already aware of. That one advertisement related to true events of what happened because of smoking before any movie starts, in which you hide your face seeing the condition of the person, that is because of your cigarette. Do you want to end like that?"

Imagining the thought itself scared the shit out of me. I do realise the bad effects and I agree with him but he needs to understand my point of view.

"Do you wish to die soon? And the only reason was that you were overwhelmed and you smoked a cigarette. Is that the way you wish to die from? And you said that you smoke only when you are sad, angry or frustrated to a level, let's count-"

"Let's not create a scene here. Come with me, we'll sort it out in my house." I interrupted him in mid-sentence.

"I'm not interested in sorting things out right now. I'm feeling a little too angry and frustrated, Let me smoke a cigarette." He taunted me and I let out aone-coloured knowing how hard this was going to be with him.

I should have listened to him when he dealt with me politely. His harsh ways are too harsh to handle for me. Especially when he does not behave like this, seeing him so angry because of a small thing like that makes me feel guilty.

"Sahil, please, let me explain myself for once,"

"No, I'm done with this shit right now. I can't take more or else I'll have to join you on your way to death and start smoking. I'll just tell you one thing, Ananya," I waited for him to continue further but he chose to just look at me continuously, "There is a minor possibility of you dying because of this, and I do not want that. And there is another possibility of you surviving with this, but I would not want to spend my life with a smoker. So get your shit together."

Saying that he chose to leave from there after getting his hand out of my hold. While I stood there cluelessly trying to decipher his words and waiting for him to turn back, he didn't. And I could feel my mascara run.

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It's been 5 days since he last spoke with me.

Spoke? He doesn't even glance at me for once. It's like we are back to strangers. But being strangers with him was easier than this, here he would just ignore the shit out of me.

I decided to give him his space, I knew he was angry and I also knew that I was the problem. I wished for him to understand, at least hear me out.

But it felt like he saw right through me.

I know I fucked up, and I won't play a victim card now saying I had reasons. I'd just say that I fucked up. Badly.

The second week of our relationship was this. He ignores me as if I don't exist. I tried every possible way to make him talk to me. And now I think I'd have to make him talk by my way.

A Bollywood-inspired way!

I waited in the parking lot of his restaurant with my scooter decorated with some flowers. I yawned tiredly and impatiently tapping my foot on the ground.

When is he going to come?

I contacted his manager and found out the least active day of the restaurant, I chose that day for this activity. That would save him from some embarrassment if he gets any.

Now I'm starting to have some double thoughts on whether I should do this or not. It might be dramatic but I always want to try it.

Noticing a figure who looked just like Sahil walking from far away in a light blue shirt, I composed my figure and settled my hair before wearing the helmet. Taking my phone out, I clicked the play button and for a few seconds, music played.

As soon as he noticed me there, his eyebrows furrowed and right when he was about to leave from there, completely ignoring me, the song played.

"Aaja meri gaadi mein baith ja"

[Come sit in my car (for her scooter lol)]

"Aaja meri gaadi mein baith ja" I sang along and noticed a very tiny smile on his face for a mini second until he decided to hide it.

"Chalna, Baith ja na" I insisted and pressed the horn. He shook his head and settled behind me while I grinned to the fullest.

[Come on, sit]

At least my to-do list gets a tick, convincing him way anyway is my second priority- No, just joking. It was the topmost.

"Abhi bhi gussa hai?" I asked him after starting the scooter and making my way out. He did not seem to reply to my question and ignored it.

[You're still angry?]

"Oye"

"Hii, you're listening?"

"Hello, mic testing, mic testing?"

"Abey,"

He can't hear me or he doesn't want to? I'll continue if he doesn't want to and if he can't then I'll stop. Why waste my energy?

Esko manane ke alava bohat kaam hai mujhe.

[I have so much work other than convincing him]

No, no. I sound like a very mean dominating toxic girlfriend.

I took him to a nearby park and parked my vehicle outside its entrance. There was a stall of panipuri and I knew I couldn't stop myself.

Even the small pimple on my face won't stop me this time. I'm dedicated enough to have it!

"Let's eat Panipuri. The bill is on me." I did a mini hand dance before dragging him with me because I was too happy.

"No," The first word that came out of his mouth had to be this.

"Okay. You'll have medium or spicy?" I asked him ignoring his previous response. He tried to open his mouth to mutter something but I interrupted before he could start.

"Bhav mat khao, Panipuri Khao"

[Don't deny it again, just eat it]

"Medium." He replied and I flashed him my brightest smile. I asked the uncle accordingly and we started eating. I ordered for a bhel and paid the bill when it arrived. Taking the folded paper in which the bhel was given to me, I thanked the uncle (to which he did not reply me back) and left for the park.

Realising that I'd reached away from him because of my high speed, I turned around only to find him clicking a picture.

He wanted to become a photographer or what? Every time clicking something.

"Oye, Photographer" I walked towards him with the bhel in my hand only to find him taking a video where I had a weird expression on my face. Before I could see the whole video, he kept his phone aside after turning it off.

Mean. Very mean.

I shrugged it off and sat on an empty bench. He came and sat beside me quietly. We did not speak a word and the silence was getting a little awkward now. So I decided to dig my square cardboard given by the uncle as a spoon into the bhel and brought it near his mouth. He did not open it at the start but then a glare worked.

"I'm angry," He said.

"Hello, Mr angry. I'm Ananya who is aware that you're angry." He rolled his eyes at my childish statement and muttered something under his breath.

"What I did was so cool na. It was supposed to be a car but I don't have one right now so I had to manage it with a scooter. On a scale of one to ten, how much would you rate it?" I asked him and took a spoonful of bhel.

"Two." My head shot up in his direction with an animatedly shocked expression on my face.

"Seriously? It was so good. Deserves a solid nine or maybe ten. Your choice is overall bad. The only good choice of yours is me." He mimicked my last sentence in a wicked tone and I slapped his arm.

"Shut up."

"What are we supposed to do here?" He asked me and I replied instantly.

"Luka chuppi khelte hai."

[Let's play hide and seek.]

"I'll leave, haan." I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

"Dhamki kisko de rahe ho? Jao kon rok raha hai-"

[Who are you threatening? Leave, who's stopping you]

Right when he stood on his legs after giving me a stare, I regretted my decision to throw my tantrums rather than handle his. I held his hand to stop him.

"Main, main rok rahi hu na." I covered up biting my tongue lightly and made him sit again.

[I, I'm stopping you ]

I laid my head on his shoulder while praying inside that he wouldn't remove it in anger. I smiled to myself when he didn't.

"I'm sorry that I made you angry," I said breaking the silence ruling the atmosphere for quite a while.

"I was more disappointed than angry." He replied and I nodded softly.

"I know. Whatever you said was correct. No one would want to spend their life with a smoker." If I were to be honest, these words of his hurt me a lot. The fault was entirely mine but somewhere I felt very bad and hurt after hearing those.

"I regret saying that in anger. I'm sorry." He said and I shook my head.

"Don't be. Just sort things out with me. I can't stay with you mad at me for a longer period. You've already ignored me enough." I pouted lightly while saying that.

"I tried explaining to you at first in a very understanding way, and you agreed to it. And when later I found this again, I was disappointed as hell and therefore I got so angry with you."

"I know and I understand all of it. But it's not easy. Once you start it then leaving it is very hard. It's called addiction for a reason na." I tried to maintain my voice on a soft tone too. I am learning it from him because the way he always tries to keep his voice below a certain decibel is appreciated.

"I had stopped after the day you told me to. But then one day, everything was so hectic, I got triggered by a lot of things, A client argued with me on useless bases. I was upset with Kirti regarding something, you were not here. I didn't know where to go and whom to go to. So I had to reach out to that. It was an intrusive decision so I never got time to digest that I had agreed to give up on that" I tried to tell him my point of view. However, I just couldn't spare him the details of what exactly happened because I didn't want to replay that day.

"Don't do it again, Please." He said and I nodded.

"I'll try my best- I won't." I changed my sentence half away after looking at his reaction. "I promise."

"I don't want to lose you" He placed a soft kiss on my head.

"Us bro Us" He chuckled a little at my response.

These memes are going to make me a meme one day.

"Oh my my, I brought chocolates for you." I quickly sat straight to check my purse, which resulted in the bhel scattering down on the ground, and all over myself and him.

"Ye meri zindagi hi kharab hai yaar."

[My life sucks]

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"What is this?" He picked up the bottle of concealer in front of me.

"Concealer." He looked at it just like a child looks at something interesting and casually turned it around from all sides scanning it.

"What is its purpose?" I picked up the mascara to apply it to my eyes.

"To hide dark circles." His mouth formed in an 'O' after hearing me.

"Do I have dark circles? I think I do." I looked at him through the mirror and turned around to face him. Taking a step closer to him, I scanned his under eyes.

"Yes, they are not as dark as mine but you do have some." He nodded thoughtfully. A sudden idea popped up in my mind and I flashed a grin to myself.

"Ayee, let me do your makeup today." He made a face at my statement and shook his head.

"Your offer is rejected." He said and quietly kept the concealer, sitting on the bed.

"It was an order."

"No."

"I'll give you chocolates." I tried to bribe him and teasingly raised my brows.

"Bacha samaj ke rakha hai?" He asked and I nodded while chuckling.

[You consider me a child?]

"Come on, I'll help you remove the makeup later and you'll get chocolates, such a win-win deal." Before he could reply I pulled him and made him sit on the chair in front of the mirror table.

"So enjoy your experience becoming a girl. I'm not a professional in this but I'll do everything I do on my face, okay?" He showed a thumbs-up while removing his phone. I snatched it and kept it aside.

"Enjoy the experience. No phones allowed."

"Gundi Banna chahiye tha tujhe. Bohot scope tha." I laughed a little and flipped my hair dramatically.

[You should have become a good. You have good scope in that]

"What if I say I am one? What if I tell you I'm an Underground World's Mafia Queen?" I asked him while wiping his face gently with a wet wipe.

"Aur main Ranbir Kapoor hu." He replied sarcastically.

[And I'm Ranbir Kapoor]

"No, but actually. Would you love me if I was a Mafia Queen?" I applied some cream on his face, followed by foundation. His beard was very little but it was coming in my way.

"No." I gasped and kept looking at him with hurt through the mirror. Placing a hand on where my heart is I said dramatically,

"Ouch. Break up. I want to break up."

"You love drama, don't you?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me." I just quoted a Taylor Swift lyric again with full energy and in response got him looking at me like I'm speaking German.

"But the way, that was a Taylor Swift song lyric"

"Oh, okay." I continued my work of wasting my highly expensive makeup products on him.

"If we were a Taylor Swift song, what would we be?" He asked me out of the blue. That question brought me into deep thinking too.

"What would we be? Ummm, maybe Paper Rings? Because we are friends to lovers so I guess? " I was unsure about my answer.

"Play the song." I nodded and picked up his phone, opening it after entering the password, I played it on YouTube.

I sang along the main verses in my bad voice and saw him grinning, "I like shining things but I'd marry you with paper rings. I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this, ah ha."

"You're the one I want!" I pointed towards him through the mirror and winked and felt him just smiling throughout.

"You like Hindi songs na? Like Bollywood types?" I asked and he nodded his head.

"How do you know?"

"I observed. I might speak a lot but I'm also a good observer." I stated proudly.

"What else did you observe about me?" He asked.

"That you like to say 'What nonsense' a lot and on almost every other condition." He rolled his eyes.

"That is not observation. That is a fact. Everyone knows that." I showed him my hand indicating to him to wait and let me complete.

"I also observed that you try hard to lighten someone's mood when they are off with your lame humour. You like wearing simple and one-coloured clothes but pull them off in a stylish way. You can't settle your hair easily. You won't argue back but rather choose to keep overthinking when someone says something about you. You like it when I intertwine my arms with you, your smile says it all. You like to listen to people speak about something they love. And you like me. Yays" I ended my speech with the 'you like me' sentence because I was unable to remember something else.

"Woah woah woah. Nice observation. Although the last line was a lie." He replied.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "I also observed that you have a mole on your neck, and I wish to kiss that," I said and leaned in to place a small kiss on the mole.

"If that's the case then I've noticed a lot of your moles. Do I get to kiss them too?" He asked me.

"Maybe."

After a while of discussing these random things with songs playing in the background, only applying eyeliner, mascara and highlighter was left. I was doing such good makeup on him, never did I feel so proud of myself.

"Now close your eyes," I said turning around his chair and he did it immediately.

"Don't blink. Stay still. Arey, don't flutter it na" I separated his legs from my one hand and stood between them utilising the distance.

I was applying the eyeliner when I felt a hand on my waist. And soon without my slightest realisation, I was sitting on his one leg. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I bit the inside of my cheeks to stop smiling. Not being able to control myself I let out a laugh while squealing like a child from inside.

Butterflies? Insects are also dancing in my stomach.

He started laughing at my situation and I covered my face with both hands keeping my eyeliner aside. He bumped his forehead with mine once and kept on laughing.

"It's so fun to see you like this." He said and tried to remove my hand.

"Shut up," I said and I bet the smile was heard in my voice. Soon he succeeded in removing my hands covering my face and saw me all smiling and red. He bent forward and kissed my cheek lightly.

"Cutie." I tried to stand up but he wouldn't let me.

"Apply the eyeliner, baby. I'm waiting." I shook my head and the heat on my cheeks was not ready to leave.

"What no? Apply it." He was enjoying this a lot.

"Aaise?" The question came out of my mouth as a reflex.

[Like this?]

"I don't mind."

"But I do."

"So that is your problem. You want to give me a makeover, so now complete it." He shrugged and I sighed in defeat. He won't let me go.

I turned around picked up the eyeliner in my hand again and applied it just above his eyelashes. Throughout the work, I felt a very strong gaze staring at me flashing a smile whereas I tried to hide my smile.

"Done," I said.

"That small brush kinda thing." I furrowed my eyebrows not being able to understand.

"Something from M?" He gave a little context.

"Mascara?" He nodded. I opened the bottle of mascara and instructed him "Blink your eyelashes slowly."

He followed what I said and did the same to his other eye while I applied a thin coat of mascara.

"Done," I said and quickly stood up on my feet.

"There's nothing else to apply on eyes?" He asked teasingly and I shook my head.

"No."

At last, I applied highlighter on his cheeks over the blush and a little on his nose.

"Done done done," I said and clapped my hands together at my masterpiece.

"Yay, you look so beautiful. Only the beard is ruining the look. Would you shave it?" He looked at me as if I was some alien and did not even care to reply to me. He turned to the mirror and looked at himself, not being able to decide if he looked good or not.

He looked good but the girl's good. Not boys good. If that makes sense.

"Tell me, would you shave your beard for me?" I asked him and his instant reply came.

"No."

"Breakup. Let's break up." I said and within a moment, I was pulled by my waist to meet his chest.

"You want to break up with me?" He asked and I nodded.

"Are you sure?" He asked coming closer and I kept nodding.

"Yes."

"Pakka, na?" He was about to lean in and place his lips on mine but I pushed him.

[For sure?]

"I've just applied lipstick on your lips, you dumbhead. I don't want to ruin it and I don't want my mouth covered in it." I said and maintained a good distance from him.

"Haw, what about the times when my mouth is covered in your lipstick?" He asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know. Leave it. You look so beautiful, I swear. If I was a guy I would have dated you, Mr beautiful." I said and moved my hands above his head in a circular motion like they do in movies to remove the evil eye.

"Wait, I'll make you a guy. Where's the black stuff?" He asked and searched for my eyeliner.

"No, no" I ran away from him when I saw him holding my eyeliner. He ran behind me while I stood up on the bed throwing a cushion on his face.

"You're not ruining my face," I said and tried to run again but he was quick enough to get hold of my elbow. He pulled me by it while I struggled to get out of his hold. Seeing my multiple attempts, he switched his hand from my elbow to the waist. We were in such a position where his front was hitting my back.

"You get to ruin mine whereas I don't? How is this fair?" He said and turned me around pulling me closer by the back of my waist.

"Nooooooo," I shouted when I felt the eyeliner above my lips.

"You're so mean. Break-" he cut me off.

"Just say that word once again and I'll make sure you would never say that." He said and kept on drawing something on my face. I gave up on struggling and chose to stay still and let him enjoy ruining my face.

"Done." He said and grinned. I went towards the mirror with a sullen face only to find a moustache drawn on my face and to be more specific, badly drawn. It looked so bad.

"You are a bad artist!" I told him.

"Not if the art is you." It took me a few minutes to understand the meaning and guess what, I still couldn't understand. I'd love it if someone explained the meaning to me.

"What was that? What did it even mean?" I asked him who was as confused as me.

"I said what came to my mind. I don't know what it was." He replied and I showed him a thumbs up.

"You look good, Miss Handsome." He used my words against me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"You have zero creativity." I scoffed.

"What do you mean? I have all of you." I licked my dry lips trying to understand this hard level of lame flirt.

"What do you mean, I have to spend my life with this lame level of flirting?" I asked him and he nodded.

"No other option."

"Break-" I was about to complete the word but he chose to cut me off with a kiss. I completely forgot about the threat he gave me. He placed his hands on my cheeks while I stood there amused.

Fuck, there's one more thing I completely forgot.

The lipstick on his lips.

I tried to push him but the small smile on his lips told me that he wasn't leaving me. He intentionally, brushed his lips all over my mouth to spread the lipstick.

Mumma, I'm gonna cry now.

After a few seconds he parted away and now I was scared to even look at the mirror.

"You are such a...dusht," I said and heard his evil laughter.

[Evil soul]

"Your dusht." He replied.

"Shut up. I wanted to take some pictures but you are such a dumb hooman, I swear to god. Ruined my face and your lipstick too." I said and took the same cushion which I threw first and hit him with it.

"Pictures? Who's letting you take that?" He asked me.

"You. No arguments. You completed two of your wishes, you did that forcefully that is another topic. So now let me take pictures. I'll not post them on the internet." He made a face and then said.

"You are not going to do that even if I say no. Adamant kid, you are." I showed him my tongue like a brat and then took out my phone to take his pictures.

I took some selfies and some of his solo pictures. After a while, we both lay on the bed not removing the shit present on our faces.

He let out a small laugh and I turned my head towards him with a curious gaze. "I haven't been this happy for a while."

I smiled after looking at the spark present in his eyes. If his eyes were the sky, then the spark was the stars making it shine and look magnificent.

A spark below another, bringing it in a line. Just like a star below another, aligning.

"Me too. This is officially the best part of my life, I might never want to move on from this." He turned his head towards me too and now we were both facing each other.

"There won't arise a need to move on. This is going to be forever. We are going to be forever." I nodded lightly with a smile.

I'm smiling a lot now.

"I like your smile. Although it's upside down, it's cute" He said and I smiled again.

No one has noticed that my smile is upside down, he is the first person to do that. I used to find it sort of weird in the start, but now I'm used to it.

"What do you even like in it?" I asked him.

"Not sure. But I like it." He caressed my cheek with his hand and removed all the hairs present there, tucking them behind my ear.

"What are you even sure about?" I asked him jokingly.

"You." I smiled which ended up on me showing my teeth on display.

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I thought why not make the chapter a little longer and therefore add everything altogether? How was the chapter? Your views on it? Almost a 5k-word chapter. One of the longest 🕺🏻

The first half might be kinda boring but what's a book with just fluffy stuff and not boring ones. The second one made me smile, giggle, laugh and feel single throughout.

Also, what song would you give Sahil-Ananya?

And how's the new cover? It's better than the previous one?

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