HeyYa!

This is my first time writing a 1st person POV just because it expresses more feelings than the 3rd person POV..

Had a tough time crafting it but I think I will keep most of the future chapters in this format. Especially the ArYa chapters!

YUP!! ArYa is the ship name :) :)

Do comment bellow if you have other suggestions.. BD

HappyReading!

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SIYA's POV
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"We have guests in case you have forgotten!!"

Oh my gosh!

What was that? I have never yelled like this before, especially not at my dad. Trying to act as normal as possible, I stood still as he narrowed his eyes at mum and stormed out of the kitchen.

"Are you ok?" I asked mum as soon as dad was out of sight. Yeah, I know, wrong question but still! What else could have I asked?

She slightly nodded and bit her lower lip, "you know what Siya," she looked at me, "never fall for a man like him," she squeezed my hand and left the kitchen.

Now that was a bummer! As I watch her approach the staircase, I tried figuring out what was that all about. She had never said something like this before then why now?

Their late night fights, when ever dad comes home for short stays from his business trips, are always too loud. No matter how hard mum tries to hide that flawed side of their relationship from us, she is never successful enough. She let's him dominate her, call her names and insult her, her ethnicity, her religion but she never complains about it. She loves him regardless to his ruthless behavior and yet, here she is, indirectly telling me that my father is not a ideal life partner. And to be honest, I kind of do agree with her on that.

He spends most of his time in either Sidney or Wellington and is hardly home but whenever he is here, a sword hangs right above everyone's head. Whoever goes against his rules, becomes the victim. Well, that's a different case that lately Sameer has been raising his voice quite a lot and has been getting away with it. Something about this family system is starting to irritate him and he has absolutely no problems with expressing his opinions.

After all, family is not just about blood relationships and obeying your elders; it's about respect, importance and love which everyone deserves. I remember when these three words really made sense in our family. No yelling or complaints and just fun. When everyone really 'lived together.'

Those memories are a bit fogged up but I would love to live those days again when Sunday picnics were a must and no excuse was good enough for skipping a music lesson. Days when my dad used to teach me new pieces and mum used to capture every moment in the video camera. Late night cartoon movies, vacations. Those days when my dad encouraged me to dream and not shatter them into bits and pieces.

Yeah, dreams. I have those. In fact, I have a list of things I want to do and goals I want to achieve in life. He is the root of almost half of those dreams, he was one the one who told me that they could come true if I tried. But who knew back then that he would be the only one to become a barrier between me and my 'life'.

People think I am a his baby girl, who is too shy and good for this big bad world, but that is not true. This side of me took over only when he decided to stand against me and my dreams instead of with me and my dreams. I wake up every morning with a hope that he would realise that and the moment he swaps sides again, I know will prove everyone wrong.

When I look at things through his point of view, I see myself in stupid white lab coat and I completely understand it's his idea of a more reputed and money making career. However, when I see myself as a performer, after shutting off his dominating thoughts, I feel more positive and connected to it. Working in a field you love is much better than a fat paycheck and reputation. It sucks how I have no guts to tell him that...

"You got a minute?" A male husky voice brought me back to reality.

I turned around only to find Armaan standing inches away from me. Surprisingly, this was the first time I actually noticed what he was wearing. Our outfits were colour-coordinating and he looked hot so I took a few seconds to admire him in his maroon sharwaani (Indian traditional outfit for men). It wasn't as great looking when he first bought it that day at the shopping mall but now, it complimented his body shape in every way. Light complexion against dark outfit really made his facial features stand out. With his hair nicely gelled up and clean shaven face, he looked cuter and hard to resist.

I could just melt right now....

I realised I was going to embarrass myself if I kept staring to him like this so I quickly looked away as he awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Look we really need to talk," he kept his left hand on my shoulder, and his warm touch once again sent shivers down my spine.

This was really not the time for the 'talk' and I certainly did not have enough strength to go through another drama. Speaking of drama, it reminded me about this morning again. Even though I spent a day blaming myself for everything, it was not right how he treated me.

Firstly, I don't use boys as toys and even if I do, he has no right to ask me for an explanation unless we were.... Dating...
Aggrhh! I can't settle for such attitude and let him treat me like trash just because he was jealous..

Maybe.. Or maybe not?

Get back on track, Siya!

"I don't have time," I said bluntly and pushed his hand away.

I walked past him but something stopped me. Armaan gripped my wrist and pulled me back. I bounced against his rock hard chest while he stiffly placed his both hands on my shoulders. We were so close that I could even hear him breathing as soft air brushed past ears when his chest heaved in and out. My heart started pounding again, butterflies danced in my stomach and my whole body tingled. I don't know why I feel like this around him but Alison claims that it's 'love.'

I think not!

"Let me go," I tried pushing him away.

"We need to talk," his warm breath hushed past my ears as he clamped his hands tightly around my shoulder, making it almost impossible for me to escape.

"Are you sure you wanna talk to a whore?" I immediately regretted my choice of word.

He loosed his grip with in a second and walked around to face me, "I never called you that," guilt took over his face.

That face......

"Asking how many guys I play around with is basically calling me a whore but in a less offensive way, Armaan. You really want to 'talk' to me when you can't even tell if I am 'playing' around with you or not? I don't think so." I said blankly, and he made an even sadder face.

Every part of me wished to stay there and listen to him. What if he wanted to apologise? What if I was the one over exaggerating it?

"No Siya! No backing out now!" A voice in my head said.

"Look I am-"

"Not interested," I felt my voice was going to brake but I pulled myself together.

How dare he accuse me?

People might think that I am a cry baby, but I also have my tolarance limits and you do anything but question my character! I already find it so hard to hide the old, wild me from others; and with all that effort I put into it, I can not allow anyone to mock around and ruin it.

I walked past him again but this time he didn't stop me. I felt his eyes on my back and I just wanted to get out of his sight so blindly walked across the living room. Damn! If he was to stop me again, I would have easily given it in.

Ouch!

I bumped into something.

"Woah! Here you are!" Tanya looked relieved, "you know there is a 'Beeeehh' who wouldn't stop insulting me and it's so suffocating!" She rolled her eyes.

Not again! First Armaan and now Kaira vs Tanya. Why can't people just leave me alone?

"How about you guys keep me out this? You are his ex and she is his sister so sort it out!"

"Cousin!"

"Whatever," I howled at her and climbed the stairs, feeling horrible.

"What was that?" I heard Tanya say.

Man, I didn't have to be this rude!

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I impatiently flickered the lamp switch on and off. It was 3AM in the morning and I was just not able to get a hold of my sleep. I constantly changed my sleeping position while the 'kitchen scenario' replayed in my head over and over again. I couldn't decide if I did the right thing by leaving him there or not. The lease I could have done was giving him a chance to talk.

What the hell is wrong with me? I have my final exams in 3weeks time and I should be more concerned about my studies but all I can think about is Armaan.

Aghrrr it's annoying!

Giving up on the 'Armaan' debate, I jumped out of my bed and made my way to the balcony. It is quite, dark and cold; perfect time for clearing up my thoughts and plus, my all time favourite rocking chair was there to put me off to sleep.

Maybe I am just over thinking, I tried convincing myself and opened the glass door to greet the cold breeze. I love the weather these days; it's not exactly winter anymore and spring is approaching so it's neither too cold nor too hot.

Perfect. Just perfect.

I rested my hands on the railing and looked at the twinkling stars. When I was little, mum used to tell me stories about those stars and how they were the angels who guided and protected us in our rough and smooth times. That was the reason why I once knew all the consolations but then I grew up and reality set in. I had my real troubles to deal with and the fairy tales just made it harder for me to live my ordinary and boring not-so-fairy-tale life.

"You really are busy," Armaan whispered and I nervously twirled around but he was not there.

Sigh!

Damn! Stop messing around Siya!

"You know what? I could seriously use some help here," this time it was a little louder but he was still nowhere to be seen.

"Imma officially going crazy!" I thought out loud.

"Really?" his voice grinned.

I looked around and spotted a huge shadow on the wall but not Armaan. I nervously took a step back.

What the hell?

Is that a ghost?

Am I hallucinating?

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

Shit!

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So this was chapter 15.

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