Loving the wrong guy✔

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Chapter - 18

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Alia

Black eyes with anger in them. Anger when someone tries to take away the precious thing of theirs.

I saw that in them. He was mad enough to punch Dhruv to bleed out of his rage.

Have you ever wondered what if that guy gets over you and you have no way out? I thought, I was getting myself into that situation.

Dealing with two guys. One who was my friend and good to let me think over him but I refrained myself of thinking about him. Other was him claiming me with each encounter and I thought about him all the time though I never wanted to.

I sat on my bed with his diary yet not ready to read another him in that.

I opened the mid page of the entry to read.

2nd July.

Thud. Thud.

My heart thumped at the knock on the door and the diary closed and locked. Little later door bell rang.

No! No!

I cried on seeing that. Cursed the guest. But it was done. One way was to break the lock, read and dispose.

And I thought it was the best idea.

Door bell rang again. Thud. Thud.

I looked at the watch and horror overtook me.

11:00 pm.

At night. Someone was on my door. My friends? They might have informed.

Mom dad? They don't prefer these kind of surprises.

Tia? Yes. But she had exams.

Who then?

I looked through the window I didn't know why.

Thud. Thud.

"Who's there? "

" Alia it's me. " Came the instant answer.

I formulated the voice nevertheless I knew that very well. It was enough of him to even follow me at this night.

I was ready to kick his balls so that I could see him on floor reeking in pain.

" Please open the door. "

Why on earth I thought to do so. That was surprising.

I stood very near to the door and other side was Jerk.

" No. What do you want? "

" Please open, will you? "

I struggled with myself. One side said yes then other no remembering how possessive he acted. He could be harmful too.

I started taking the quick round of my room making out what to do with my one finger in my teeth.

Open the door.

I ran to open when the diary on the bed came into my head luckily.

"Alia. Beasty. Open! "

I rushed back to pick that and opening my cupboard hid that under the clothes.

Alia? He was calling me by name. The second thing not normal.

I again ran towards the door.

No, I shouldn't.

Yes.

Yes.

I took a deep breath and released hurriedly.

Opening the little of the door, I peeked out.

I expected him to push open the door but he didn't. He lowered to match my height and I rolled my eyes.

" Is it a time to knock at someone's door? JERK. "

" Let me in. " His face shone in the dim light but eyes looked full and sad.

" Do I look mad to you?Why in the hell would I let you in? What do you want? "

" Please. " He pushed the door a bit. I snarled and he stopped.

" Go to your home. "

" I can't. "

Why the hell he can't?

" It's not easy to imagine you inside. How to allow in real? "

" I promise I won't do anything. I swear. I want to talk to you. I have got no other better place to go but you. Just let me in. "

I didn't know why I felt the truth in those words.

No better place than me?

Words coming were so awkward from him and it wasn't playful. The way it usually was.

" You did something and afraid of your dad? " I asked him.

He looked away and began to rub his hand. Then said," Maybe I did something. "

I had already smelled strangeness in him. My senses overcame my denial to let him in.

I opened the door.

He smiled and entered the small home of mine.

Walking Inside he stood at the centre of the room looking around him. His gaze fixed at my pictures on the right wall.

Then I almost dreaded to close the door with the strong boy like him inside my safe home. Still I collected my strength and guts to close the door behind him. He looked back as the sound of closing door reached his ears.

He looked so different from morning. Sweet, easy and emotional?

"Those are amazing. You are looking so cute and.. beautiful. "

I didn't know if I blushed. But I felt great.

He turned and walked towards the pictures.

" So this is Zia's best friend? " He said laughing and pointing Tia in one of the pics. Zia. I laughed.

" Tia. "

" Cute name as yours. " He said blankly, " You are looking like your mother. She is beautiful. Your dad? They love you so much, right? I never find you in agony but in anger and... Confidence. "

He laughed but I didn't felt it genuine.

I am sure he was very sad.

" They love me so much ."

"So lucky. " He walked towards the teddy bear in my bed.

" Why? Your parents love you too. "

He caught the pink and white bear and began playing with its ears. That was so cute to watch him do than him mocking and punching others.

" I just have them. Well, you like chocolate ice cream, puppies and teddy bears. "

" What do you mean? "

" I thought to gift you something. Just wondering if you don't throw.. "

" No, not that. You said about your parents. "

" Will you throw them if I gift them to you? "

How innocent he was at that moment. I didn't know what it was that caused it. I liked the way he was so playful earlier. He didn't suit to be this way.

" I won't throw them unless they are dirty pieces you know what I mean. "

He smiled and they said.

" That's good to hear and I definitely won't gift you dirty things."

That might be for him. But what I was pondering was that why was he here, and why quite different than usual?

He was getting so possessive of me, and so he placed the good punch over the nose of Dhruv, who for long was lost in his own as to what led him to get that when the puncher hated me and left no moment to irritate me, perceived that Jerk was not only jerk but suffered from problem of fits.

If he knew about the lift and kiss, he would have been in the great terror.

After all that, one thing so certain was that Jerk was mad for me and Dhruv was trying to express his feelings for me : he was expressing so when got hard punch. And the same night Jerk was sitting on my bed.

JERK is at home.

I turned my attention to him.

" So what do you want?.. And if you have intentions, not good enough for me than please place your butt somewhere else, and too, I will kick you out. "

I waited for him to speak but he sighed and said nothing, just watched me.

" Do you see me to be that shitty? But I'm not that. Just little... Sometimes I do things that are not.... Right? But you can trust me and see, if you want to. "

Trust him?

My eye brows raised at his words and I shook my head.

" I'm sorry for our first encounter at parking. Again sorry for cafeteria. For spilling water on you in playground... And anything else I left. "

" You do things that are shifty enough to be called s**t. And still you haven't answered why are you here? "

" Because we, I mean dad, me and mom were going to have a great talk and to argue the same thing over and over again and to shout, curse is what you don't want. Well, I think he might have got some string to pull and I don't want to hold the other end and pull it too. "

He was so fast rolling words but clear that he was avoiding the fight, which he was actually doing by denying to talk the matters.

" Okay. "

He looked up and then only I noticed something I never saw and expected from him: His eyes were watery and red, making him look very horrible with his black eyes which had lost his joy.

As if he was crying.

But he wasn't the one to cry.

I came closer to comfort him but instead, taking the jug and glass placed on the beside table, poured some water for him and extended it to him which he didn't accept and I stupidly drank myself.

"I have no bad intentions. I don't know but I thought to come here. I think I should go."

He stood up and hastily walked towards the door. He was leaving.

" Stay. "

At that moment what came in my head was to stop him, the different Aditya Malhotra, and I didn't like this side of him when he was so much drowned in sadness and glum.

" You want me to stay? " He asked looking quite surprised.

" I think I can trust you, " I rushed and came towards him and he turned, smile slowly covered his face and sad eyes brightened with hope, "for now,"

I added.

" Thanks. " I nodded.

That was so awkward to allow him to stand on the side of the door side where I stood.

He closed the door as he opened to go when I stopped him. Then we stood for more than twenty seconds watching here and there, and waiting for each other to speak first but, as usual, he took the responsibility to bring the situation at ease.

"Can I charge my phone? With your charger? I don't have that with me. "

He was having his backpack hanging on his shoulder all the time. Pacing towards the drawer, I grabbed the charger and turned and bumped into him.

" Ouch! "

" Sorry again. Are you okay? " He said steadying me and I offered him the charger fast to maintain the viable distance between us.

" I'm fine. Have you eaten anything? I will cook something instant for you......."

His eyes widened and mouth agape.

"You will cook for me? Really? "

I knew that was so unexpected thing for him but he was being so dramatic;

And I wasn't that rude to let my guest be hungry when I knew for sure that he might haven't eaten anything.

" Yes really. Because I think you might have not eaten anything and if you die starving, I don't want your dad to kill me. Your brother surely will."

He chuckled. " Dad might be happy to get rid of the spot on the family. Bhai would kill you though. But no one die from not eating a single day. So don't worry! "

" So what you would like to eat, sir? "I tried imitating the waiters in the hotels.

He laughed a bit and said, " Anything, you serve. And I will help you. "

" Thanks but you wait. " I pointed him to the sofa to sit.

I rushed to the kitchen processing what to make. After thinking, the fastest thing was the fried rice with soybeans.

I boiled the beans and in that time I cut veggies. Then I fried the veggies and rice.

I emptied the rice in a bowl and placed the bowl in my small dining table for four which was just beside the kitchen and then I walked to my room to him.

"Ready. " I waved him to follow which he did. I sat on the other side of the table and I pointed him the other door adjacent to kitchen, " That's washroom. You need to wash. "

He walked inside and I walked again to my room to bring him a towel. While I was doing all that, I wondered why.

He wiped his hands and sat to have his dish. Picking up the spoon when he finished his first bite and readied to put another, I watched him patiently to what he has to say about that, though that was just fried rice.

" It's great. You are good at cooking. "

" Thanks but it's just fried rice. "

" No. You have fried the veggies perfectly you know, and people over fry it like Robin. He over fry. But Geeta aunty does it well yet not good as you do... What? "

I doubted if he was buttering me and so my eyes narrowed.

" So be it. "

Next the time came when we both stood, not able to decide where to sleep. Of course, I was to sleep on my warm and sweet bed but it was him.

I didn't had extra covers and sheets for him and sofa was so small for him.

" Look! We can both sleep in the bed. Please listen! We will place the pillow in between. Trust me. "

There was no good option other than this so I agreed. " Hard limit. Don't cross the line. This is LOC. " I said placing the pillow in the mid of the bed.

" LOC? "

" Line of control. " I expanded when I knew he knew it.

I passed him the a single extra cover and we slept on each side of the bed uncomfortably for my bed wasn't big enough for three people.

By third person, I mean The Pillow which was settled taking the maximum space and I thanked it was there.

What on earth made me to let him sleep just beside was a mystery for me but one thing which was clear was that I had always had mixed feelings for him; I wanted him near but still away.

I know I am sounding awkward but it was that I felt when I was sleeping beside the Jerk with black eyes, my back facing him and just the pillow in between creating the distance between us.

This is insane!

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