《HIGH //Abhishek Sharma Fanfiction//》12. Creeped out.
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ABHISHEK
I woke up and found myself in Aishi's room. Grabbing my phone from the side table, I checked the time.
6:07 p.m.
I walked into the washroom and splashed some water on my face, before drying my face with a towel hung in the bathroom.
Her bathroom smells like rose flowers.
Walking out of her room, I went into the living room, seeing everyone awake with a cup of mug in their hands.
"Oh, you're up! What do you want to drink? Coffee? Tea? Juice? A hangover drink?" Riya asked me, standing up and walking into the kitchen.
"A coffee will do, thanks."
"You're welcome." She smiled and went into the kitchen.
I sat beside Aishi on the couch, who had her head in her hands.
"Kya hua?" I asked her.
"Hangover." She chuckled, looking at me.
"She does not remember shit." Mayank laughed.
"Exactly! She didn't even believe us when we said that she gave you a shotgun kiss." Shubman said.
I looked at Aishi, who was already looking at me.
"Did I?" She asked.
"You did." I chuckled.
"Wow. Who on earth knew I'd be giving a shotgun kiss to my crush." She said, shaking her head, and chuckling.
It then hit me.
She does not remember that we kissed.
"Why're you looking at me like that?" Aishi asked while laughing.
I didn't even realise I was staring at her.
"Sorry." I said while chuckling.
Do I tell her or no?
"Here Abhay." Riya said, handing me a mug of coffee.
I thanked her and took it from her hands.
"What plans?" She asked, sitting on the couch.
"No plans. We better get going so that we get a good night's sleep before tomorrow's training." Manjot stated.
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Aishi took a sip of her orange juice and kept the glass back on the table, before leaning into Manjot, who wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
We spoke for a few more minutes and then left.
Walking into my hotel room, the only thing I could think of, was my kiss with Aishi.
Do I tell her that we kissed? If I did, how would she react? Ugh! What do I do?
I decided to not tell her for the time being.
*
"We're here!" Aishi said, running into the gym.
Sidharth, the boy we met at the party, along with a few more people walked in behind Dhriti.
"And what took you so long? You're like two hours late." Neel said, checking his watch.
"Dance practice." Aishi mumbled, keeping her bag down.
I was currently on the lat pulldown machine when Sidharth looked at me.
"Now I know why Aishi was in such a hurry to get to the gym." He said, pointing at me, causing everyone to laugh except Aishi.
"You guys should stop. He'd get creeped out." She said, blushing.
"Nope." I said, shaking my head.
"See!" Sidharth exclaimed.
"Shut up, Sid." Aishi rolled her eyes.
The boys and I met her friends; Dev, Meeraj, Akshat, Neha, Aarav and Sidharth. Riya was here too.
"Okay, Neel. We need the studio today for about an hour. Got a fest tomorrow." Dhriti informed him.
Neel handed her the keys of the studio, which was adjacent to the gym, only a huge glass door seperating both the rooms.
While working out, I stole a few glances at Aishi who was dancing.
*
"Thanks Neel." Aarav said, handing the keys back to Neel.
They said bye to us and left, except Riya, Aishi and Dhriti.
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Riya sat down, her phone in her hand, while Aishi and Dhriti were on the treadmill.
"Which fest?" Neel asked them.
"Lasya." Riya mentioned.
"That means you guys won't be coming tomorrow?" Neel asked to confirm.
"Nope." Dhriti said.
Neel nodded and went back to what he was doing.
After working out for thirty more minutes, I warmed myself down.
"We'll get going now. Bye Neel. Bye boys!" Dhriti said, waving at us.
Aishi and Riya did the same, walking out behind Dhriti.
My eyes caught Aishi's and we smiled.
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~ Kya hua?- What happened?
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