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"Good!" The music director gave me a thumbs up and I smiled getting out from the recording room.

He spun his chair to face me, "It was awesome, Warisha! "

I gave him a warm smile "Thank you for giving me this beautiful song."

"Being honest here, when you debuted with your first song with SANAM, a year and half back, and then lined up peppy and romantic numbers; we never thought that you can do justice to sad songs but here you are." He complimented.

I really didn't had any reply so I skipped this with smiles and giggles. I am too annoyed and bored with listening to same thing after recording all this sad songs. God!

"Wanna join for coffee? Mausam bhi waisa hai." He smiled pointing at the dark clouds floating in sky outside the window. Bliss! Oh I love rain so much!

"Would love to but as you said, mausam.. " I pointed outside and continued, "I need to get back home before it rains. So sorry." I shrugged my shoulder apologetically.

They chuckled "Array Warisha! Don't be sorry. By the way, you're staying with Sanam, right? By home you meant their residence? "

What the hell...

"Uh.. Yeah.. There's some paperwork needed to be completed for my apartment. So.. Yeah.. "

"You guys are dating na? "

I skipped meeting their eyes. Damn! Don't they have any sense to...

"No, sir. We aren't."

True. We are not dating, we WERE dating.

"Tch.. Haven't you heard? Sanam is dating his upcoming video's model.. What's her name.. Natasha! " his assistant spoke. Then he turned towards me, "isn't he Warisha? You stay in his house.. Tumhe toh pata hoga."

I smiled, "ah..sir yeah, I stay in their house. That doesn't mean I'm going to interfere in their personal life. I believe I have more important things to do than that, like... mixing this song? "

Hearing my witty reply the crook smile which they had while talking about Sanam's life faded slowly and that gave me immense Sukoon.

"Bye, Sir? " I picked my purse from there.

"Yeah.. Bye.. " they replied, still shocked from my reply I guess. I suppressed my smirk while getting out from there.

Bade aye mere Sanam ke bare me-

'He is not yours', my subconscious reminded me.

Hmm.. Yeah, he isn't mine anymore. We broke up. But we weren't dating when I was 16 and use to call him mine either. So that means he is mine forever. Not as his ex but it's my fangirl right! So shut up! I groaned at her as I continued my walk through corridors.

'Didn't you hear he is dating Natasha?'

Natasha.... It must be rumour like all previous one.

'But you have seen them kissing. You can't fool yourself. ' she smirked and unknowingly like an idiot I voiced, "Look! " and bam... Oh shit! No nnonono I don't wanna fall down. I closed my eyes to engulf the pain of being hit on concreted floor but instead, I was encircled in warm, strong... Familiar arms.

Oh please no. Push me down from a hundredth floor but don't tell me what I'm thinking is right.

Praying that my mind is wrong, I opened my left eyes slowly and closed it again when I saw that my mind was right.. Indeed.

"Tumhe chalna nahi ata kya?" He whisper yelled, helping me to stand back on my feet.

I gained my balance, straightening my dress and settling my hair I replied "I didn't ask you to help me. Jao na apni Natasha k pass."

"What! You... " he inhaled is further words and walked passed me.

"Oh shit! Maine un directors ka gussa Sanam pe nikal diya... " I murmured to myself taking two steps to follow him but I stopped and continued my walk out from there.

I was near main gate checking cab applications. All cabs were at least half an hour distance away.

"Damm you.. " I threw my phone inside the bag and started to walk out from there, looking for cab.

The wind were getting wild and dark clouds were roaring. It could rain any minute now.

Every taxi were passing by, ignoring me completely. Walking by side of road I saw a car driving slowly beside me. I took a glance and saw it was Sanam in his car. I rolled my eyes increasing my walking speed.

Stalker ki tarah car slow kar raha hai. Seedhe-seedhe bol nahi sakta 'ghar chalte hai.'

My phone beeped as I received a message. I searched my phone and saw it was from him. I turned back to take a look, he was on driving seat of course, looking at my direction from where is car was parked or stop or too slow to guess that.

It started to rain lightly as I opened his text which read, ''

I looked towards him again and throwing my phone inside I gave him a cold glare. He started his car again and slowed when it was beside.

It was raining heavily by now and I was drenched. "Andar aajao bheeg jaogi." He said dryly.

"No thanks. I'm already drenched FYI." I said closing the door which he opened for me.

He shook his head and got out from his car and walking in my direction.

"I said car mein baithon. " he commanded blocking way.

I tried to walk pass him, "and I said, mujhe nahi baithna." But failing.

"Sanam, please hathon! " my all build up anger and frustration was making me aggressive but my anger was about to end up as tears.

"Get inside the car."

I pushed him out from my way and sped walked away from him. I don't know why I was so angry on him. It was the conversation with the directors inside the recording, his behavior towards me or my feelings!

A strong grip on my forearm pulled me and I was forced to look at him, "Kiss baat ka itna gussa hai tumhe, Warisha! "

I tried to get myself free from his grip, "mujhe kisi pe koi gussa nahi hai." I said through gritted teeth. "Mujhe jaane do Sanam, please ko scene mat create karo."

He narrowed my eyes and pulled me to his car, opening the door and pushing me in, "SANAM! " I snapped as he closed the door.

"Pagal hogaye ho?! " I shouted when he got in.

"Fasten your seatbelt. " he commanded ignoring my words.

"What the hell! "

He turned a little to fasten my seatbelt. My breath was caught in my throat as his scent filled my senses. I turned to look outside and he started the engine. There was dead silence inside the car, a very strange and uncomfortable one. Like the words and emotions were piling up and were ready to burst. I don't know about him but in my case, it was true. I wanted to ask him about his relation with Natasha and all those gossip which were going on but I knew that these all are lie.

Lag ja gale k phir yeh haseen...

My phone ringed bringing me out from my ocean of thought. I answered the call, "Bhai? "

"Kaisi hai tu? "

"Main kaisi hoon? " I asked myself. Even I don't know how I am. "Thik hoon main." I said feebly, without any cheer.

"Is it raining there ? You're not getting drenched, are you?" He asked in elderly tone.

"No.. I'm in car, going back home with... " I looked at him, "..Sanam."

"Oh! You're with him! Then I'd call you later! Bye! "

"Bhaij--" beep.. Beep.. Beep. The call was disconnected.

"He doesn't know about our break up? " Sanam asked.

"No."

"Are you.. dating ..someone? " I dared to ask.

He took a right turn, "what do you think."

"Natasha loves you... "

"So do you." He countered.

I looked at him confusedly, "You said that I don't love you."

"I never said that." He defended.

"You did! " I spat.

"I said; that you don't TRUST me

There's a difference in both, Warisha. I know that you love me, more than anyone else can do."

I chuckled humorlessly, "There are many people who loves you more than you could ever think. My feelings for you is nothing compared to theirs. "

Before he could say anything I brought my question back, "You didn't answer my question, Sanam..." I paused and then continued,

"...Are you dating someone? "

"What if I am? "

"I'll be happy for you."

"What if I'm not? "

"I'll be happy for myself."

He just smiled and I exhaled. I didn't know how to take it and I really don't know why I asked him; "Do you still love me? "

He gritted his teeth and stopped the car. Ugghhh... Warisha!

"Do you still love me? " she asked and I kicked the brake as we reached our society.

I was gritting my teeth, I didn't know what to reply. First her question about Natasha and now this.

"We have reached. Get out from the car." My voice came out harshly unintentionally. I saw hurt in her face as she got out from the car in rain to walk to the building.

I was looking at her walking in rain completely drenched. I got out from the car and was walking slowly because I didn't want to share the lift with her but decided against it when I saw the group of boys entering the lift as well who were famous for all cheap deeds.

Keeping my hands on door to stop it from sliding close I got in, standing beside her. She was looking down, I knew that physically she was here but mentally not. She must thinking about my words, completely unknown to her present environment.

I heard the boys giggling and when I turned back they stopped. I looked at Warisha and then I realized that the boys were looking at her, who was completely drenched and her wet clothes hugging her body.

The cheap action of these boys made my blood boil. I wanted to beat the shit out of them but now my focus was on something else. I held her hand, making her stand in corner of the lift; her back was resting on lift's wall as she was facing me confusedly. I stood close to her keeping my one hand over her shoulder. "Not a word." I said firmly in low voice as I blocked the view of the boys.

She looked passed me and then back into my eyes, smiling to herself.

"What? "I asked.

But I guess it was her turn to test my patience.

The boys got out from the lift so, I stepped away from her.

"Why were you blocking me from those boys? "

"Tumhare-"

"Jagah koi bhi hota to main yahi karta." She stole my words. "Kab tak is line ko use karoge, Sanam."

The door slide opened as it reached our floor. This made me escape the situation and her questions. I got in our apartment with her following me.

"Sanam! Sanam you cannot escape my questions always!"

"Warisha, apne room mein jao. You will get yourself sick in those clothes."

She pulled me by my forearm, "Sanam, do you remember the day when I confessed that I love you? I was frustrated and angry on myself because of my feelings for you and you were angry on me because of my ignorance towards you. Today, the situation is same but our role is different. Today you are in my place and I'm in yours! " she spoke. "Can we just stop pretending that we don't care about what happened? I can't take this anymore, Sanam, I can't. "

Was she right?

I still remember that day, very clearly; her ignorance, my behavior, her confession, the rain and... Our kiss.

"Sanam please." Her eyes were teary. My hands were reaching to hold her but just then the doorbell rang and I stopped, excusing myself I went to open the door.

When I opened the door, Natasha flung her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly, "Baby I knew you missed me too. I love you so much! "

I held her to steady myself and heard a loud banging noise caused by Warisha while closing her room's door. I stood away from Natasha. "Tum yaha? "

After my collision with Warisha and her saying that 'go to your Natasha', I got Natasha's usual text of asking us to be back and in my anger I replied 'Fine.'

Which brought her here and things ended up not so fine when everything was about to get fine.

Sanam! What have you done with your life?!