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Dedication:

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Ayesha's P.O.V:

I've just finished talking to Abhi when Hussain walks into the living room.

He stands, poking his nose around for a while before sitting on the sofa opposite me; I can't help but notice the little bruise on his neck.

Before your minds start running wild let me introduce you to Hussain, Hussain is my older brother. You must be wondering why I address him by his name? There's an explanation for that.

Hussain's not the typical overprotective older brother, he's actually the complete opposite! The type who's still a kid at heart, sometimes I wonder if I'm older and my mum accidentally wrote the wrong date of births on our certificates? Maybe.

I remember when I was younger, I would sit with my mum, worrying about him when he would go out. I would constantly get up and stand in the hallway, staring at the glass door, hoping he would knock now.

I rushed to the front door at the slightest sound, in the hope it was him. I could recall the sour taste in my mouth when I would realise he hadn't come back.

I've spent half my life telling him off, I wish he would be less... annoying.

Anyway, so the reason why I don't call him 'bhaijaan' (older brother) is because, one, I'm simply used to calling him Hussain so even if I wanted to, it just wouldn't come naturally and two, this is one relationship where I'm not forced to give him respect, irrespective of whether he deserves it or not; so I feel he should earn my respect and only when I feel he fits the shoes I should address him 'bhaijaan.'

As he sits down I realise there's a bruise on each side of his neck.

"Is that a hickey on your neck?" I wonder aloud.

He looks at me, his cheeks reddening slightly but he doesn't say anything.

"That is a hickey, isn't it?" I ask, I'm convinced but I want to hear it from him.

His cheeks were as bright as a tomato now, a smile slowly crawling onto his lips as he began, "She's from Lancaster."

I stared at him for a while before I said, "So?"

"You know how far that is from here? She came all the way from Lancaster, just to see me!" He screamed, emphasising each word.

I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to hear my brother's entire love story; I was only checking if it's actually a hickey or not.

He continued rambling on as I watched Fawad's interview on Look Who's Talking.

I had managed to successfully zone out but his constant chatter was starting to ring in my ears now, "Aww, don't be jealous! I'll find you someone who can give you hickeys!" He said in a baby voice.

"Thanks, but I'm quite alright; I don't need a hickey monster," I snapped back.

"Haan, waise bhi, tujhe kaun kiss karega?" (Yeah, who would kiss you anyway?) He smirked as he rubbed the light stubble on his chin, pretending to wonder.

I picked up the cushion beside me and threw it at him, "If you don't want me to tell mum about this little award of yours, you better zip your mouth."

"What? No, don't you dare!" He shouted, clearly shocked.

"Seriously, if you don't shut up I will," I warned him.

It did the trick. For the next hour we sat in silence and watched TV.

***

We continued to sit in silence as Hussain drove us to town. Us meaning me and our mum, plus Hussain.

I was choosing a song to listen to when I heard my mum ask Hussain, "What's that on your neck?"

Immediately, I stopped what I was doing and looked up. I couldn't keep the grin off of my face as I waited for my brother to explain the hickey on his neck.

Luckily for Hussain I was sitting in the back whilst my mum sat beside him in the passenger seat. This meant she couldn't see me, if she could, my expression would have given him away.

I continued smiling as I watched my brother come up with an excuse.

"Err, I've had it since last night, I scratched myself a little too much," he explained, blatantly lying.

"It wasn't there when you came downstairs last night," my mum replied, clearly not buying his excuse.

"Yeah, because it happened at like three-four in the morning," he tried again.

"Scratch marks don't usually look like that," I said butting in.

Hussain's face went pale, he increased the volume of the CD player in an attempt to avoid any further questions.

I giggled as I stuffed the earphones into my ears.

Soon we reached town, as my mum got out of the car Hussain whipped his head around to face me.

"You better not tell her," he threatened.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Are you requesting or prompting me to speak up?"

He folded his hands, "Acha meri maa! Please kuch mat bolna!" (Okay! Please don't tell her anything!)

"Sochungi," (I'll think about it) I winked at him and got out of the car, laughing uncontrollably.

My mum stared at me as if I was crazy.

"What's so funny?" She asked me.

I shook my head, "Nothing."

***

I was walking out of the bank when I felt my phone vibrate, I took it out of my pocket to find a message from my mum.

When you're done, meet me upstairs in Sports direct.

I looked up to realise I was standing at the entrance of Sports direct, it's opposite the Lloyd's bank so I was there in no time.

I made my way into the shop, looking around for the lift. It took me a while but I found it, it was near a rack of clothes; I opened the glass door and made myself comfortable in the empty space.

"Wait!" Someone shouted after me as I was about to press the button.

I briefly looked up to see who it was but my phone started vibrating so I didn't get a proper look at the guy's face.

I looked at the screen in my hand as he opened the door; I stepped aside to let him into the confined space of the small elevator and continued clicking away on my phone.

I could hear him mumble as he stood beside me. It sounded like he said, "Khatta nimbo."

What a weird name I thought to myself, though I quickly shrugged it off as I looked through the notifications on my phone.

When I'm done, I sneak a look at the mystery guy, only to find, it's none other than that 'khuroos' who's standing beside me.

I closed my eyes as I faced the ceiling, "Yaar, mera toh bad luck bhi kharab hai! Jab dekho yahi chipak jaate hai!" (Dude, even my bad luck is awful! Wherever I go, I'm stuck with him!)

Third person P.O.V:

"Arrey, tum!" (Oh, it's you!) Rohan shouted enthusiastically as he realised it was Ayesha who is standing beside him.

Her eyes snapped open at Rohan's sudden voice.

He smirked at her while she rolled her eyes and pointed at the button for the first floor.

Rohan looked at the cookie in his hand, then at Ayesha and extended the cookie towards her, "Lo," (Take it) He said as he passed her the small piece of cookie.

She gave him a fake smile as she pushed the cookie away, implying she doesn't want it and pointed at the button again.

Rohan's eyebrows knit together as he spoke, "I don't understand sign language, if you want to say something open your mouth and speak."

Ayesha started fuming, she folded her arms against her chest as she leaned against the steel wall behind her. She didn't want to talk to Rohan, and more than anything, she didn't want to be in this lift with him.

She decided to wait for a few seconds, hoping Rohan would get bored and press the button but he doesn't move, not even an inch.

She glared at him but his smirk kept widening, irritated, she turned to open the door when the lift started moving, she went back to her spot opposite Rohan.

"Oh, you meant this! You should have said earlier, then we wouldn't have wasted so much time," Rohan tutted.

Ayesha scoffed, "Surely it's common sense to press the floor button when you get into a lift?" She muttered under her breath as she continued facing away from Rohan.

Rohan squinted his eyes as he tried to comprehend what Ayesha had said but because she was muttering, it sounded like an incoherent jumble of words to him.

He stepped in closer, "Knock, knock! Anyone in there?" Rohan shouted as he knocked on Ayesha's forehead.

She scrunched her eyes tight shut but didn't react. She knew he wanted a reaction, she refused to play into his hands and kept her cool.

She took a deep breath and played with her fingers as she pretended not to acknowledge Rohan's presence.

He moved back and scratched his head, 'Why isn't she reacting?' he wondered.

He thought for a while, when he could think no more he began humming to himself. He saw Ayesha roll her eyes and instantly, he knew this would work; he started singing.

Bheege hont tere, pyaasa dil mera
Your lips are wet, my heart is thirsty
Lage abra sa mujhe tan tera
Your body seems like a (rain) cloud to me

Ayesha awkwardly looked from one side to the other as she tried to ignore Rohan, Rohan noticed this and started singing louder.

Chhamke barsaayein mujh par ghataayein
Clouds rain down upon me
Tu hi meri pyaas, tu hi mera jaam
You are my thirst, you are my (drinking) cup

Rohan could sense Ayesha getting to the saturation point now, he took a step towards her, leaning away from the block of buttons behind him and her brown eyes widened as she straightened up, slightly facing him now.

Their eyes locked as Rohan stood at a distance of merely inches from Ayesha.

He put his hands on each side of her, without breaking eye contact he continued singing.

Kabhi mere saath koi raat guzaar
Sometime, spend a night with me
Tujhe subha tak main karoon pyaar
I will love you until dawn

Suddenly, the lift stopped working. Rohan broke eye contact with Ayesha as he looked around himself and went back to where he was standing earlier.

He rapidly hit the floor one button, still, the lift wouldn't start.

He walked over to the glass door and started banging on it, "Somebody, help! I don't want to die yet..." he stopped banging on the door as he thought to himself, "...I haven't even been kissed by a girl yet."

Ayesha sat on the floor and crossed her legs as she watched the show before her.

Rohan turned to look at her and she grinned at him, seeing him hyper was quite a sight, if only she had some popcorn...

She stood up and walked towards him, "Got anymore of that cookie?" She asked him with a cheeky grin, her eyes dancing at Rohan's plight.

Speechless, he handed her the packet. She took it and sat down as she munched away on the cookies.

Rohan watched her eat, "We're stuck in this stupid lift and all you can think of is getting fatter?"

Ayesha looked up as he spoke the last word. She was average size, not one of your bikini models but nowhere near fat enough yet and even if she was fat, why should he care? It's not like she's eating from his parent's money.

She gave him a quick glance, deciding it's not worth the energy she smiled and continued eating as if a deaf person.

Rohan paced the small space of the elevator as he ran his fingers through his hair, "What if we die, that would mean you're the last girl I was with. Damn, why couldn't it be-"

Ayesha finally spoke aloud, "Maine tumhe kaha tha ke mere saath lift mein aao?" (Did I ask you to come in the lift with me?)

Rohan shook his head, "Well then, shut up and sit down."

Rohan sat beside her.

"Aren't you scared?" He asked her.

She thought about his question, she wasn't scared, in fact she knew exactly how to get out of here.

Rohan pulled his knees up against his chest and rested his chin on top of his arms.

"What do you want to do when we get out of here?"

"I know I want to go home and put my head on my mum's lap, her soft fingers ruffling through my hair," a smile crept its way onto Rohan's lips as he spoke.

Ayesha smiled at the innocence in his voice and ruffled his hair.

Rohan closed his eyes, "You know when I was younger, I went out with my parents. I was so excited I ran ahead of them into a lift and the doors closed behind me.

I was four/five years old; it was my first time in a lift so I didn't know how to operate it. I began banging on the door but it wouldn't open, I pressed all the buttons and as my luck would have it, the lift broke down. I was in there for four hours, all alone... being stuck in here now brings all the memories back."

Ayesha put her arm around his shoulder, rubbing it lightly, as if to say 'It'll be alright.'

Rohan looked up at her and they moved in a little closer.

Rohan shut his eyes as he leaned in further, slightly angling his head to the side, Ayesha chuckled lightly as she looked at him. She held his cheeks in her palms, her fingers sliding off his smooth skin as she inched closer.

Her lips skimmed over his jawline as she moved near his ear and whispered, "Really? You've never been kissed by a girl before?"

She giggled as she jumped up onto her two feet, Rohan's face soured and he immediately opened his eyes.

He scowled at Ayesha as she held her hips and continued laughing, her eyes gleamed in the spotlight above. He watched her in awe, something was quickly changing within him.

As Ayesha pressed the floor one button, the lift started moving. Rohan's face fell as he realised they'll soon be out of the lift.

"Ho-" he started asking but didn't complete the word. He was surprised the lift started working, he wondered if Ayesha had a magic touch?

"It's not like the normal lifts, you have to keep the button pressed to make the lift work. You probably didn't realise this but you were leaning on the button before you decided to invade my personal space, which is why the lift had stopped."

As Rohan realised how stupid he was thinking the lift had actually broke down, all the blood in his body rushed to his face.

The lift successfully arrived at floor one and Ayesha made her way to open the door when Rohan stood in front of her.

She raised an eyebrow and he pouted at her. In a swift pull she was in Rohan's arms, he looked into her eyes, they were reflecting the mischief in his.

He leaned in to complete what she'd left incomplete but she ducked out of his arms and moved towards the door.

Ayesha opened the door to leave, but stopped midway as a thought crossed her mind.

She turned to face Rohan, "Remember that day in maths, you had said 'If I had to flirt with someone, you'd be my last option.' Well let me inform you, "Bachpan mein mujhe sikhaya gaya tha, kisi airi gairi cheez ki mooh nahi laga karte." (When I was younger I was taught to stay away from useless things.) (A/N: Hey guys, can any of you guess which film this dialogue is from?) Ayesha said, hinting at why she didn't kiss Rohan and that they were at quits now.

Rohan held an imaginary dagger against his chest as he watched Ayesha go. He knew the war between them wasn't over yet, but he also knew there were some sparks between the two of them. What's more, he was sure Ayesha felt them too.

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Author's note:

~ FINALLY, the new chapter is here! I'm sorry it took longer than I had planned but hopefully you all enjoyed the chapter.
Make sure to let me know what you thought by leaving a little comment and if you had a favourite scene, do share it with me in the comments section.

~ Hopefully you were able to see another side of Rohan in this chapter; has your opinion of him changed?

~ Honestly, how many of you thought 'Royesha' would kiss?
Did you want them to kiss?

~ What do you think will happen next?

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P. S. Have you guys heard the 'Tamasha' album? It took a while to grow on me but I'm definitely enjoying the songs. Which are your favourites from the album?

Special mention: When I saw 'Tum Saath Ho' was sung by Alka Yagnik and Arijit Singh I was so excited to hear the song and believe me, the song lives up to its expectations; it's one of those beautiful romantic melodies. If you haven't already, make sure you check it out!

~ Kirren☺
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