HIGH //Abhishek Sharma Fanfiction//

24. Goodbye.

ZAISHA

"Zaisha open the door, I need to speak to you." Abhay ordered from the other side of the door.

"There's nothing to speak about Abhay." I said, holding back my tears.

"Aish, please. Just once."

"No."

"Please, Aish. I'm leaving tomorrow. I-I-" He stopped in between.

"Please Aish. Just once." He begged.

I unlocked the door.

He walked inside and shut the door behind him.

"Aish." He walked towards me and cupped my cheeks.

"You really want this?" He asked.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

"Y-Yeah." I choked.

"Why?" He whispered.

"Abhay you don't see it." I said, walking away from him.

"I don't see what, Aish?" He asked.

"You don't see that you're Abhishek Sharma whereas I'm just a normal girl. You don't see that we cannot make this work, Abhay. There'll be too many problems. I just cannot be in the spotlight. I can't see shit written about me just because I drink and smoke. I can't handle the hate coming from your female fans out there just because I'm in a relationship with you. I can't take the blame they're going to give me just because you didn't perform well in one of your matches. I just can't." I told him.

The tears I've been holding on poured down.

"That wouldn't happen, Aish, and how would you know if you don't even try?" He questioned.

"And how do you know that wouldn't happen? Abhay, I would be getting the hate and the blame, not you. It's-" He cut me off.

"Your insecurities are ruining what we have, Aish."

"Ask you heart. Does it really want what your mind wants?" He questioned.

"My heart talks about nothing but you." I chuckled, wiping my tears.

"Just give us one chance, Aish. Please." He pleaded.

"Abhay, you'll get tired of me someday. You know how I am." I reasoned.

"I won't, Aish." He said.

"Everyone says that."

"I love you." He said, pulling me into him.

"And I love you too. You make me feel so fucking vulnerable when I'm around you. I can feel how my skin breaks open, letting you see what I'm truly made of. And you see all throught it. All of it." I said, looking into his eyes.

He wiped my tears and kept his forehead on mine.

"I don't want you to love me because I'm good for you, I say and do all the right things, or because I'm everything you've been looking for. I want to be the one you didn't see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you've ever believed about love. I want to be the one who makes you feel reckless and out of control. The one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to. I don't want to be the one who tucks you into bed. I want to be the reason why you can't sleep at night." He whispered, brushing his lips on mine, before capturing my lips with his.