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What Ayesha Thought Part 8

"Running away, huh? Ayesha Talwar, the Great Indian Tigress. The fearless one, the strong one. Talwar, is that really you? Running away like a coward? And there I thought I knew you!" He mocked me, knowing I wouldn't resist replying with something rather snide. I just had to be nasty, he'd tampered with my ego. And that's exactly what he wanted- me to get into an instant argument with him. He sucked fun out of it at times, me being sharp and snapping at everything he'd say. I knew he found it rather hilarious- my inability to ignore and not react. It was like trying to get a pig out of mud. In the end you'd just be dirtying yourself, whilst the pig enjoyed getting itself and you covered in filth.
"You knew me? You're stealing my dialogue Omar. This is what I should be saying. I thought I knew you." I didn't see a reason arguing, nonetheless, not counter attacking didn't seem to justify my character. So I went on, " See dude, I don't wanna fight, or argue or even talk to you right now. You've done enough for me. Now, I just need you to do me one last favour- stay out of my way!" and with that, I turned around and began to move again.
"God! Aesh, stop it now. Enough is enough! You see what you want to see, you believe what you wish to believe, you think what you want to think and then act the way you wanna act. Have you ever thought of anyone apart from you? I do't even fucking know why you're so angry." He stopped to breathe and let out a warm sigh on my face. He held my shoulder's, that was his 'let's talk' position, and continued, "Aesh,  At least tell me where'd you go? Did you go back home? Where you on a holiday? Where were since the past two months?" I eyed his hands on my shoulders with disgust, not knowing where I'd mustered all the slyness from. He let go of me.
"Omar, what part of 'I don't wish to talk do you not understand? It's simple english, should I translate it in Hindi for you?' I barked at him.
"Fine, don't talk. But I want to talk, and you will listen because this isn't fair." He let out a thin nasal shriek. "It's like one minute you're in front of me, and then poof you're gone. Disappear into thin air. I need answers Ayesha, and you will answer each and every one of my questions, I'll make sure you do." He begun hyperventilating.
I didn't respond. There wasn't much I could say. I had answers to every single question in his mind but right then, those answers seemed to sound like kindergarten justifications for spelling right words wrong. I could react to every single complain, but none of the reactions I'd calculated a million times in my head made sense now.
Why was I angry? Because he had someone girl in his life who might've been more than just a friend? or  was it because he never told me about it? So what if he didn't, who was I to have known that. Just a girl he'd met randomly at some fair six months ago. Just a friend? He must've had a thousand friends, at least have of which were girls. I was just one of them, no one special. I didn't deserve to know his personal life, his love affairs just because I loved him. He didn't even know i had the 'wrong' kind of feelings for him. Suddenly, I had nothing to say. I no longer had the upper hand, I couldn't accuse him of anything for I was the one who had wronged him. So I lied. Stupid isn't it? I lied, very conveniently. To hide one truth- that i loved him- I killed a relative, flew all the way to India without telling him, stayed there for two months breaking all contacts, and now I was back.
I sounded bonkers to myself, leave alone him. I knew he was doubting each and every word I uttered, but hell, was I born out of Bollywood or what? I convinced him.
The pestering, I knew would never stop, cause I sounded like a kid telling stories of farfetched galaxies and unicorns. Nonetheless, I got back what was mine- my friend, my heart!