Accepted!

What Ayesha Thought Part 5

“So you’re saying you aren’t dating him, but you’ve slept with him?” My girlie from India barked into the phone.

“No, shithead, that’s not what I meant.” And with that I’d given up justifying how I ‘slipped’ into slumber while my head beautifully rested on his chest completely in synch with the ups and downs of his upper body, my arm being the perfect length to wrap around his belly.

“Listen, I don’t know what you mean. I’m confused! You aren’t dating him, you aren’t just friends with him, and you’ve slept in his room and not done ‘IT’ ! So what exactly are you doing?” She said everything so slowly, I thought I’d been taken back grade 2.

“Listen, I need to go- “

“No you listen; I need you to tell me. You aren’t dating this boy because you don’t love him or because he’s from Pakistan? Ayesha, what are you doing- “ She went on, rambled without me paying much heed. I stood looking out of my window. One hand stuck next to my ear with a confused female screeching like a runaway mad bonze and my eyes stuck on him. He waved at me from five stories down. Screamed my name over and over again and signaled me to come down. And there, I knew, it was it, it was him, he was the one!

“ Ayesha, Ayesha, AYESHA!” I heard her screaming into the phone. Her voice didn’t need a phone to reach me, she was a human loudspeaker!

Smiling, no correction- Grinning as wide as I could, I announced – “I’m in Love. I AM SO IN LOVE.”

“What? No, with him? You’re playing with fire Aesh! Listen to me- “ But it was too late, I’d hung up. On her and on anything that linked my heart to any of my brain cells.

I was in love. Since day one, and I had accepted it today. Omar Malik was never the one for me, nonetheless, I’d chosen to obtain the one forbidden fruit in the Eden Garden. I had a million, million dollar questions in my mind right then- Did he love me? Am I going to risk my best friend to love? Was it all worth it? Would I be telling him? And the last question was the only one I had an answer to. Was I going to tell him?- No, never. That won’t happen! Why? Because Ayesha from India can fall in love with Omar from Pakistan, but India will never fall in love with Pakistan and never will Pakistan spread its arms for India. What happened in London should stay in London, more importantly, what happened to this heart would stay in this heart!