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“Lalalalala! I don’t want to hear your honeymoon plans,” I said, slapping my hands over my ears.
“Me neither,” muttered Aryan, as he bent and hoisted me into his arms.
I yelped in surprise.
“Put me down! Yash can help me to my room.”
“Let’s just get this over with,” he said wearily, heading towards the stairs, even as Yash stepped forward.
Thankfully, my mother’s room was in the other wing, far away from this commotion. I stared resolutely over Aryan’s shoulder, ignoring the identical grins on Nivy and Yash’s faces. My room was on the first floor, but Aryan didn’t seem out of breath at all as he climbed the stairs steadily.
Munshi Ji already had my door open, and Aryan walked over to my bed and laid me down gently.
I struggled to sit up, and he pushed me down again.
“What’s your problem? Just lie down,” he growled.
“If this is your bedside manner, I think you should ask for a refund on your degree. I need to take my pain pills before I settle down, you bully.”
He rolled his eyes and handed me the meds. I gulped them down and lay back against the pillows. Just then, my phone pinged.
I smiled as I read Yash’s message.
“Who is it?” Aryan asked, as if the words were torn from him.
I smiled smugly.
“Yash. He’s offering to come over and tell me bedtime stories.”
“I bet he is,” replied Aryan savagely.
“You sound upset,” I said, hiding a grin.
Aryan reacted to Yash much in the same way as I reacted to Arshia, but the doofus refused to accept that.
“I’m not upset! I just don’t like that playboy. What you do with him is no concern of mine.”
“Fine! Then you’ll be glad to know that he’s taking me flying tomorrow.”
He snorted as he settled my foot on a pillow.
“Flying on his fairy wings?”
I grabbed another pillow and swatted him in the head with it.
“For your information, he’s taking me flying in Veer’s Cessna. Yash is a highly skilled pilot,” I retorted.
Aryan pulled the pillow out of my hands and leaned over me as he placed it behind my back.
“I’ve seen that rusted piece of junk that your brother calls an aeroplane. It will come apart if he even tries to move it out of the hangar,” he scoffed.
That was very true, but I’d die before I’d let Aryan know that.
Before he could straighten up, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer until we were nose-to-nose.
“You’re so going to eat your words tomorrow morning,” I hissed.
“You’re not going anywhere with that sprained ankle, Jess,” he warned.
