Aarohi's POV:What a pleasant morning and worth watching view.Nah, not any scenery, it was Aaryan getting ready standing in front of the mirror. I was sitting on his bed carefully covering myself with a duvet, firstly because it was very cold and secondly because last night I didn't had any clothes to wear and so I had to settle wearing an extra long t-shirt. All Aaryan's fault. "Are you planning to get out of that bed?" Aaryan asked looking at me through the mirror. Nah, I'm too shy for that."After you go," I replied hiding my blushing face. He shook his head and then started fixing his hair again. He was out of the shower and was getting ready because he had some important work, a client was coming to meet him and it was not possible to cancel the meeting. My heart was not ready to let him go anywhere but mind was convinced. Work is also important, ev

Aaryan's POV:"Hi, mom," I said cheerfully. I was already very happy because of the last and getting a call from Mom added to it. She does call me every day but today it was early in the morning. I was very excited to tell her about yesterday excluding a few things of course but knowing her reaction, I decided not to tell her anything."Umm...hi." She replied. What happened to her? I was expecting her to be in her normal self, cheerful just like she always is but today there was a hint of sadness in her voice."What happened, mom? Is everything alright there?" I asked and went to close the curtains as my very sweet Aarohi was getting disturbed because of the sun rays. It was 10:40 a.m. already yet she was not ready to get out of the bed"Everything is fine here but I can't say the same about you." She replied. Me? What happened to me?"What is it mom,

Aarohi's POV:"Did you talk with your parents?" Aaryan asked while resting his cup back on the table. It was Sunday so we decided to hang out somewhere. After lots of discussion we settled for a mall, we were just walking around when Aaryan had an immediate urge to drink coffee and so he dragged me to the coffee shop where he was happily enjoying his coffee and I was just looking at him."Not yet, did you?" I asked. We both have to talk with our parents and I obviously didn't do it yet, so I wished to know about Aaryan's answer."No. Mom did saw my ring but she didn't make any comment. Moreover, I don't have to get permission from them as I know they will agree with my decision." He said confidently. I don't know about Aaryan but I surely have to take permission from my parents and I don't know when I'm going to do that. I tried to talk with mom but she acts like I'm non-existent and talking to d

Aarohi's POV:One week later,"Good morning." I greeted Aaryan the moment he received my call. It has become a habit to call him daily since he went back. For two-three days I enjoyed calling him daily but then a thought crossed my mind, what if I'm acting like a clingy girlfriend? So one day I didn't make a morning call to him and that proved to be the second-worst mistake I did. First was telling Aaryan the reason why I didn't call him. I never thought he will but he actually scolded me a lot, in fact, he even said how upset he was, not to get that call from me. Since that day, I make sure to call him daily."Good morning, love. I was dreaming about you.""Really? And what was that dream?" I asked excitedly. Wait dreaming? Did he slept again?"You slept after you came from the gym?" I asked. He replied saying that yes, he slept as he was very ti

Aarohi's POV:"Aarohi please listen to me," Aaryan said following me however even this time I didn't reply him. I didn't had anything to say, all I wanted to do was cry, cry and cry. I never imagined to be greeted with a heartbreaking shock, I came to surprise Aaryan however I was the one who got surprised....bad kind of surprised. I was so hurt after what Shwetha said that I lost the mood to do anything."Aarohi, If you don't want to talk about it....fine but at least stop crying. Please." He requested. Aaryan was not going to leave me alone and on the other hand, I didn't wish to break down in front of him."I'm not crying," I replied and moved ahead."What is even my mistake? Why are you ignoring me?" He asked again. He was right, it was not his mistake yet I was ignoring him but then again, if he would have came to open the door at least I would have been smiling now. I was