Rohan

I saw Esha walking off from Gyan's home. I followed her. She was waving her hand for a taxi. I walked to her. "I will drop you home. It's late." I told her.

"Don't act like my guardian." She said and then ignored me.

"Hey, we need to talk. Are you really breaking up with me?"

"Didn't you get that yet?"

"Esha... Come on. Just for this problem...."

"You called me materialistic. And COLD if you remember."

"I am sorry," I said. "I just hate it when someone talks against Aditya. I get defensive for him automatically. And you know that."

"Then go date Aditya..." She snapped. And a taxi stopped when she waved her hand. She began to get in the taxi.

"I am not letting you go alone," I said pulling her hand. "This is Delhi, for god's sake."

I pulled her along with me, even when she protested, and led her to my bike. "Get on," I ordered. She did not.

"There is no need to talk to me if you do not want to. Just get on for now. Let me drop you home."

She didn't say anything after that and got on the bike. I drove her home. I felt bad about a lot of things I told her... Perhaps, Piyali does deserve a normal guy who can see her. A guy who does not have to ask his friend to describe her smile and see it for himself. I know that Esha is right.

But this might be the only chance for Aditya to ever get a love story. This might be his only chance to get the happiness of being with someone. And I want him to grab this chance. And I honestly don't care if Piyali deserves a better guy or something. I want her to be with Adi forever.

When I left Esha in front of her home, she got down and said, "Thanks," in a really formal way. That sort of stung. I remembered how we had kissed for the first time in front of her house. It was two years back. Then, I could not have even imagined getting angry with her. I would not have even imagined that we would not talk to each other for a week. Now...It does not feel like a big deal. It just feels normal to get angry with her and fight with her. More than the thrill there was at the start of the relationship, now she feels like family, and I am too much used to her.

"We will get back together when your anger cools down, okay," I told her.

"Without you even making any attempt for my anger to cool down?" She asked.

"I don't feel like it yet. I am angry with you as well."

"Great. Then that's settled right, let's break up."

"Why do you have to be cold like this?"

"You are again calling me cold."

"Well, you are bringing up break up and stuff between us. I don't want a breakup." I snapped.

She went silent.

"What?" I asked her.

"See...when all love cools down, people just fight. That's why I am worried for Piyali. When the love and sparks cool down between her and Adi...what will become of them?"

I had nothing to say.

"Just go home, Rohan. I don't want to talk to you right now." She said and went into her house.

I got on my bike and rode back.

Adi was waiting for me in front of my home. I stopped my bike and got down. "What's up? Why are you outside?" I asked him.

"We need to talk." He told me.

"Is this about Esha and me?" I was in no mood to talk about that topic.

"Hm..."Adi said.

"I don't want to talk about that," I told him and began to walk into the house. He followed me inside. He greeted my mom and dad on the way and followed me to my room.

"What?" I snapped at him when he was in my room.

"Piyali told me what the problem is," Adi said.

Damn....!!

"Esha is right." He said.

"Not you also.."

"She is right. But I don't want to let go of Piyali. Nor am I going to..." He said. "I am okay with Esha thinking like that because that is her being concerned about her friend and that is a good thing. But, I am not going to get worried over that either. I am not letting go of Piyali."

Oh, thank god.

"So...chill, man," Adi said. "You get too much serious... Don't you know me? I do not get easily hurt or concerned like that." He put his hand around my shoulder. "And I am seriously going to kill you if you let go of the girl you like like that."

I sighed...

"It's impossible now. I called her materialistic and cold. I am dead now. She is pissed as hell... She won't listen." I am an ass.

"Well, then you deserve this," Aditya said and sat down on my bed. "You might even deserve to be beaten up by her." He was grinning. I liked that he was his usual self even after hearing Esha's thoughts. But then, he is the type that easily knows how to hide his scars and pain with that smile that shines brightly. He can hide anything under that smile. So it's difficult to understand him. I always think that I know him, then I feel that I do not. Because Aditya's contagious bright smile hides all his feelings underneath. He can pretend happiness so well that it can even fool his mom.

"Are you happy right now?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean right now... When you are with Piyali."

I did not say anything.

"What?" I asked him.

"I am happy, Rohan." He said. "But it's a different sort of happiness. Not the sort I can express with a smile. It's something I feel deep in my heart. And I am not willing to let that go for anything...Yet."

"Yet?" I asked him, with my eyebrows raised. Yet? Han?

"I feel that she might leave one day... I am scared that I am not good enough for her. And I will fail to be a good partner for her... And that she will realize that one day and leave. I am sort of scared about that." He looked away, so as I do not see his expression.

"She is not that sort of a girl," I told him.

"Hm..." He said.

"I'm glad that you are happy though," I told him. I had nothing else to say because I could not 100% reassure him with anything. And it's a fact that he cannot see. And might fail in some areas when compared to a normal guy. And we have to face reality... "And, don't be pessimistic. Let's be optimistic and think only about good things. What if you two end up getting married and live raising three or four kids and live up to 100 years old and become an old bickering couple."

He chuckled.

"You like that though, don't you?" I asked bending down to him.

He looked at me, gave me his electrifying smile and nodded with confidence. And we laughed.

"And you - makeup with, Esha, as soon as possible," Adi told me. "I have heard that Make-up sex is too good."

"Eh...." I punched him. "Don't say stuff like that aloud. If mom hears I will be dead."

He laughed out. I punched him again... And then we were wrestling around like old times. Even if he can't see, he is pretty good at it.

When we were 14, we both were pretty interested in and curious about girls. I used to look at all the adult magazines that I get from the guys and I was Adi's guide to girls. I described him stuff, as how it is... I felt really bad about the fact that he cannot see.

"How would a naked girl look?" Adi asked me when he was 14 years old. I was the only person he could ask that.

I would describe him as much as I can.

"Have you seen one?"

"In magazines... And pictures...." I tell him.

"I envy you..." he says. "Ah...when the hell can I see...or feel one?"

"Hey, I have not felt one either," I argue with him. "And you sly one... You are thinking about feeling a girl."

"Well, that's the only thing I can do." He says...

"So how is it?" I asked Adi... "Your first girlfriend."

"Good. I like when I am with her... And..."

"No... I don't want to hear the mushy things... Let's get to the point. How far have you gone with her?"

"This is why you deserve to be dumped...dirty-minded." He made fun of me.

"Hello..who was who wanted to feel a girl?" I yelled at him.

"Sh... Your parents will hear. And I have a pretty good impression in front of them." He pulled up his collar.

"Yeah, right...."

"We have kissed..." He admitted.

"And?" I asked.

"It feels good..." He said.

"I am proud of you, my boy" I tumped his back.

He ruffled his own hair in slight shyness...

"So, kiss that is all?" I asked him.

"Well, hugs and kisses... And holding hands and resting her head on my shoulder... We are just up to that level yet." He said.

Maybe because I have already progressed further with Esha, it felt a bit slow for me.

"It makes me want more though..." Adi said.

I grinned.

"Honestly, you have spoilt me," he complained to me. "I was such an innocent boy..."

"Oye..." I yelled at him. Well, it's sort of true... I used to tell him in detail about girls in adult magazines... And later read him smut stories. Also, sometimes lend him porn where the audio is really good.

"But... Do you think I will be able to do it right?" He suddenly asked sounding serious. "Since I can't see her... Will I be able to do that?"

I looked at him. He seemed really concerned over that.