Ayesha's POV,
I transferred all my stuff into the back of the car. I called the company and told them that I won't be using thier apartment so they decided to transfer the apartment's monthly rent into my salary. How awesome!As I talked to my parents, they reluctantly agreed for me staying at his place.
"Atleast you won't be staying alone. We don't have to worry about you getting in any kind of trouble." Mom said. Ofcourse Nida is as against it as Hitler was against the Jewish.Armaan delayed all his activities for the afternoon and personally accompanied me from my home in Kharghar to his in Andheri.
"I'm soo excited you're finally coming home." He said.
Home? I feel like a newly married bride moving to he
Ayesha's POV,My new job is really amazing. I feel so authoritative, and I made friends with everyone in just a short time. Everyone is soo friendly with me.At Armaan's place too everyone made me feel like home. Especially Armaan. I never thought he could ever be soo sweet to me. Although, there's one person I'm worried about, who maybe, is not happy that I'm staying here.Amaal.He is trying anything and everything he can to avoid me. Whenever we'd come in front of eachother coincidently, he would turn around and leave making any excuse he could no matter how lame. It feels nerve-wracking sometimes. That day when he tried to stop me from leaving I was soo rude to him. He honestly told me about his feelings and I.... Am such an idiot.😖😖😖
Ayesha'sPOV,It's been two days and we're still searching for my diary that I lost during Amaal's bday party. Amaal inquired from the from the interior decorating team and also the staff of the hotel but we had no luck.All the while, we are spending a lot of time together. We drive around in his car without a driver or a bodyguard. I don't know why he was taking such efforts to find an ordinary diary.'It means a lot to you. So we'll find it.'He had said. He's soo sweet. I know I'm putting him in lot if trouble. He should be in his studio making music and stuff. Who knew the such a famous music director would be roaming around Mumbai to find an ordinary girl's diary like that?Armaan will be back from Delhi tomorrow just know
Ayesha's POV,"The Malik brothers dating the same girl!"Something vile like this was all over the news. It had become a trending topic as if things weren't bad before, now they were getting much worst. The media personals were literally camping outside the house. It was difficult for us to even get out of the house.My parents were enraged seeing the news and took me a lot of efforts to placate them and explain the situation.... Amaal helped to talk to them too. Even though I was avoiding him....he was still helping me. Why was he such a great guy?!###"This is bad....this is really bad!" I paced the living room.Armaan sat with his head in his hands.
Ayesha's POV,"Um....who might you be?" I asked confused but politely not trying to be rude."I'm Sahil Sharma, the chief editor of Mirchi News." He said smiling.My eyes widened.He's from the media?!"Uh... I am kind of busy right now and so I'd really appreciate it if you could come back some other time." I faked a smile and tried to close the door but he stopped it with his hand. I gulped as he bent down at my face level."Miss Ayesha.... I'm not alone. At a snap of my finger all my reporters can gather her at this very spot to get exclusive pictures and interview of The Malik brother's girlfriend. Do you really want that....or rather, you'd like to negotiate with me?" He smirked s
Ayesha's POV,I came out of the music room making my way to the washroom when I bumped into someone as I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and was busy wiping my tears. I looked up and new tears of joy blinded my vision as my Armaan was right in front of me."Hey..." He gave slight smile."Armaan..." I don't know why but I hesitated to hug him even though I was dying to see him just a few minutes ago. He was just inches away from me....but somehow, he felt soo far away."Are you....uh...ok?" He asked rubbing his nape.I nodded.There was an awkward silence for a minute until Amaal came from behind me and kept a hand on my back. We both looked at him.
Armaan's POV,"Ayesha .... Ayesha wake up!!!" I shook her face holding it between my hands. She was unconscious....and soo cold. Her face and lips had gone pale too. I quickly dashed out of the car and opening her side of the door picked her in my arms pulling her out. I ran towards the building yelling for security. The guard rushed towards us with an umbrella startled to see Ayesha in that condition."Get me a doctor in the apartment 301 ASAP and also get me a spare key. Hurry!" I said hastily.He rushed in to get me a key."There's a doctor in this building. I'll inform her immediately." I guard said handing me the key."Ok." I said and rushed towards the apartment. It was raining so I couldn't take the lift and I had to carry her up 3 floors. Good thing I work o
Amaal's POV,I finally got my hands on the papers as I sat in my room to check them out. It was Ayesha's handwriting alright. So Shanaya does have her diary. But, why would she steal her diary...that doesn't make any sense now, does it?I went through the words on the papers and they seemed like...poems? No lyrics!!!Hold on....I pondered over them a little and soon realised that those were recreated lyrics of Armaan's songs.Whoa! Genius!If we weren't the ones who wrote the songs I'd had never realised that those were recreated. They were soo beautiful written. I felt inspired so I dashed to the music room and picked the guitar. As I murmured the lyrics....the new music just automatically flowed through the strin
Armaan's POV,I sat back on my chair listening to our new song after a tiring day. I closed my eyes and got lost in the song. Her face flashed through my eyes as always. Smiling, saying my name, holding my hand....I opened my eyes hastily. What is wrong with me? Why can't I stop thinking about Ayesha?! I ask this question to myself every freakin' day!!!I took out her diary that I had and randomly we through them.I should be hating her, I should be happy that she's finally away from our lives for good....but I just can't. I closed it and shoved it back inside my desk drawer.I need to see her.I grabbed my mask and car keys and made my way out.