Falling For You Again ( Under Editing)

chapter 5 "aaha's feelings for rihan"

"Guys, I gotta go," I said hastily, trying to extract myself from Rihan's embrace, but he held firm, his arm still wrapped around me. I tried to play it cool, placing his hand back on his side, but my heart was still racing from the close contact.

As I took a step away, Rihan's strong grip caught my wrist, pulling me back. I turned to face him, and our eyes met. "Your class is cancelled," he said, his gaze intense. , "Every class is cancelled, except statistics."Sidharth chimed in, "Let's hang out again today!" Kavya jumped in, her eyes sparkling, Rihan's grip on my wrist tightened, and he asked, his eyes searching mine, "Would you mind?" His voice clam, It was as if he was looking at me in a new light, the way I had always wanted him to. I couldn't help but wonder if I was reading too much into it, but deep down, I still yearned for him to hold my hand like that forever. Yesterday's awkwardness was forgotten; I just wanted to see him happy. I nodded, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I shook my head, still feeling his grip on my hand, his smile warm and genuine, not flirtatious. Just as I was gazing at him, he gently pinched my cheek, his fingers caressing my skin. I was taken aback - did he just...?

"Let's go then," he said, his hand still holding my wrist. Sidharth chimed in, "Can we go alone together?" as he stepped closer to Kavya, who was standing beside him.

Rihan's expression turned irritated, as if he was about to get mad at them , but Sidharth just beamed a smile, his eyes fixed on our entwined wrists. "Well, thank you very much," Sidharth said, his grinning face leaning in, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Okay then, let's go!" Kavya said, dragging Sidharth away, while he showed Rihan a thumbs-up.

The silence that followed was awkward, a first for me when it came to being around Rihan. I broke the silence, mumbling, "They look cute together, though." As I glanced back at Rihan, I saw him shake his head. I couldn't resist asking, "Will you let it go?" I held up my hand, gesturing to my wrist, and he immediately released his grip. His cheeks flushed slightly, his brows furrowed, and he covered his mouth with his hand, as if he was in trouble. I wondered if he was feeling unwell or if something was bothering him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, placing my hand on his head, "do you have a fever or-"

But he cut me off, saying, "Wait, I'll go to the bathroom, will be back," and started running towards the corridor ahead, leaving me wondering if something was bothering him. He seemed different today, and yesterday too... I was left standing there, not able to finish my sentence, feeling a mix of concern and confusion.

As I waited for him to return, my concern grew with each passing moment. He had been acting strangely since yesterday, and now he was rushing off to the bathroom, his face flushed red. I wondered if he was truly unwell, or if something else was bothering him. His mood swings were unsettling - one moment he was happy, the next, sad or irritable. I hoped he was okay, but his behavior suggested otherwise. I wished he would open up to me, share what was troubling him. Instead, he seemed to be hiding something, and his childish behavior was only making things worse. I couldn't help but think that he must have eaten something that didn't agree with him, maybe something heavy outside, not his favorite pasta from yesterday, which wouldn't have caused his stomach to ache. I decided to confront him when he returned, to get to the bottom of what was going on.

As I stood there, I saw him approaching me with a smile, but his eyes told a different story. "Are you okay?" I asked, my concern etched on my face. He hesitated, his blush still evident, and replied, "I'm alright, I just needed to pee." But his evasive gaze hinted at a lie but I chose to let it go, figuring he'd share when he was ready. We began walking towards the parking lot, the silence between us no longer awkward, but comfortable, like the familiarity of an old friendship.