"So we will be going to goa... For shooting the first episode and a music video thing... I will make all the arrangements abeer... You just have to decide about the show and music video thing... Obviously you know better..."
Abeer listened and nodded his head in a yes.
"It is great meher... I will do it... Thanks..." said abeer.
"Can we stop being so formal all the time... Its kinda uncomfortable..." Meher asked.
"Aur kya... I'm tired already... Greattt..." Abeer replied.
"Ya..."
"By the way you were always the one responsible among us two... And then you call me to pick you up... You were drunk and had that funny guy you called your new brother... What was wrong...??" Abeer asked.
"You dropped me home... Thanks for your help... Bas ab aur kuch mat pucho... Pleaseee..."
"Tell me Meher... It will be our secret..." Abeer made a cute face.
"I was jealous... Keep that secret buried in your heart now..."
"Jealous... Of whom...??"
"Are you really asking me that...??? Unbelievable... I saw you walking hand in hand with a girl... No more questions now..." Meher said to abeer looking in his eyes.
"She is my girlfriend... Niyati..." Abeer said looking everywhere except meher.
"Congratulations but I don't want to talk about her... Leave..." Meher turned the chair around, her face towards the wall.
"Meher I'm sorry yaar... But I hope you know we are over..."
"I know... Leave please..."
Abeer got up and left the cabin.
Meher shook her head annoyingly and closed her eyes.
"Arrgghhh this girl... You are gonna have a tough time girl... Abeer is mine..." Meher muttered under her breath and grinded her teeth.
Abeer went and sat in nisaar's cabin. Nisaar was quietly looking at him, waiting for him to let it out.
"She saw niyati and me yesterday... Got jealous and ended up in a bar..." Abeer said in a single breath.
"What were you guys doing...?? I still can't forget how we met that day..." said nisaar.
"We were just walking hand in hand..." Abeer told nisaar; glaring at him.
"Still better... Glad she didnt witness what we saw... Meher is still in love with you but you are hell bent on saying you love niyati... Its complicated..." Nisaar concluded.
"I have niyati and I'm happy with her... And regarding meher, you know what I want..."
"A better guy... Nope... A guy best for her..."
"Yeahhh..." Abeer sighed.
"You are such an idiot... You will regret it one day..."
"Don't irritate me nisaar... Jag jaahir mat kar ab yeh baat... I know you aren't a niyati fan..." Abeer said and left the cabin angrily.
Abeer reached home and straight away went to niyati's room. That girl can lit up his mood within a minute. He saw her sitting on the bed and her eyes fixed on the laptop screen, in the dark room. Abeer quietly went and jumped on the bed scaring the hell out of the poor girl.
"Aaahhh..."
"Hehe... That's me baby... Relaxx..." Abeer grinned at her.
"You scared me abeeerrr..."
"What were you doing...???" Abeer said turning the laptop towards him.
He looked at the screen, then at niyati and then again at the screen.
"Paranormal activity..." Niyati said closing her eyes.
"And then you come running to me and sleep in my arms... Like the last time... Great... Watch another part too... I will be more than happy..." said abeer turning the laptop towards niyati.
"No no... Pleasee... Woh actually..."
"Kya...??"
"Darr ko itna darao ke darr hi khatam ho jae... So I was trying the same..." said niyati embarrassedly.
"That happens only in movies... You won't be able to sleep for nights; if u try this... I know you..."
Niyati smiled nervously and shut the laptop down.
"Plan cancel... No torturing myself... Silly movie..."
"Good..." Abeer said after switching on the lights.
The door knocked and abeer opened the door.
"Dad..."
"Tum bhi yahin ho..." Kuber said raising his eye brow.
"Good evening uncle..." said niyati standing beside abeer.
"Good evening darling... Now I want both of you to get ready... In your respective rooms... And meet me downstairs in another half an hour..." said kuber and walked away.
Niyati closed the door and looked at abeer.
"Did he really teased us just now...??" she asked in shock.
"I guess so..." Abeer replied.
And somehow niyati bursted into laughter.
"I can't believe it..." Abeer said.
"Hehe... Now you go... Lemme get ready..." Niyati said opening the door.
"Don't look too hot..." Abeer said and winked at her.
Niyati saw him leave the room and shook her head with a wide grin on her face.
"What happened di...??? Are you alright...??" Tarun asked meher.
"Ya..." Meher lied.
"Di please don't lie to me..."
"Abeer is seeing someone... You obviously know about it... I guess..." said meher.
"What..??? It is not possible... Jiju must be pulling your leg..." said tarun.
"He is not lying... And stop calling him jiju now... He has probably found another tunnu to replace you... As he found that girl to replace me..." Meher told tarun,intentionally.
"No... We have to do something... He is ours... Only..."
"Why are you that possessive of him..??" Meher asked tarun.
"Arrey jiju hai woh mere... Aur di... Only he... Only he can be your life partner... No... Only you are supposed to be his life partner..." Tarun replied.
"That's like my brother... So you are also team meher... Right...??"
"For life di... Team mehbeer..." Tarun grinned.
Meher smiled and hugged tarun.
"So... We are going to a business party and I want my family to accompany me... Now that you guys are here... -"
Niyati cut kuber in between and asked "but what's so special about this party uncle...??".
Madhvi looked at abeer from the corner of her eye, who certainly got the message. Niyati shouldn't have cut kuber's sentence like that.
"I'm getting an award tonight... Businessman of the year..." Kuber replied.
"Ohh wowww... Superrr greeeaattt uncle... Congratulations..." Niyati wished kuber and he thanked niyati with a smile and a warm hug.
Abeer raised his eye brow at the loving exchange between the two.
"Madhvi isn't niyati lucky... She just came to our house and see I'm being honoured..." said kuber.
Madhvi wanted to tell kuber that it wasn't the first award he will be getting and there was no need of giving the credit to niyati but she just smiled instead. If she said a word that displeased her husband, their whole evening will be spoiled.
"Congrats dad..." wished abeer.
"Thank you son..."
Madhvi and kuber walked out of the house while niyati stopped abeer, holding his hand.
"We are going in a separate car... Your car... Right..??" Niyati asked.
"Yo... Come..." Abeer placed his hand at the small of her back and led her out of the house.
"Why are these business functions that boring...??" Abeer sighed the moment he entered the venue.
"I have been attending them all my life... And trust me I still have no clue... They are ought to be boring I guess..." Niyati whispered to abeer.
"How smart... " abeer teased niyati.
"Abeer..."
"OK.. Fine... No teasing..."
"And no drinking... I can already see alcohol everywhere..." Niyati glared at abeer.
"Mere nashe ki bottle mere saath hai... Meri baahon mein..." Abeer said while holding her hand.
"Yeah... True..."
"Call him..." Meher ordered tarun.
"Should we di...??"
"Tarun drop the act then... Jiju humare hai non sense..." Meher crossed her arms.
"I'm calling him... Relax..."
Tarun dialled abeer's number and when he picked the call, gave meher a thumbs up.
"Hello... Tunnu..." came his voice.
"Jiju... Jiju woh... Di... Jiju... Ghar jiju..."
Meher controlled her giggle and signalled tarun to keep up the act, he was doing great.
"Kya hua hai...?? Bol toh sahi... Tunnu..." came the worried reply.
"Jiju please come home... Its urgent... I don't know what to do... Di... Jiju pleaseee..."
And the call disconnected.
Abeer looked at his mobile screen when the call got disconnected. He entered the venue again to see niyati talking to madhvi and kuber busy with other acquaintances of his in the party. Abeer walked up to where niyati and madhvi stood. He was about to say something when he saw a man checking out niyati, his eyes fixed on her bare back. Abeer wrapped his arm around niyati and glared at the man. Sending the signal loud and clear. Niyati turned and look at abeer lovingly.
"Who told you to wear this backless dress...??" Abeer spat out angrily.
"Huh... What..??"
"Abeer lower down your volume..." Madhvi told abeer.
"Niyati please from the next time you are not wearing such dresses... I don't want men to look at you like that..." Abeer told niyati, keeping a check on his tone and volume.
"But abeer... It isn't revealing or vulgar... It is just a simple dress..." Niyati replied.
"It is not London... Anyways I have go to somewhere right now... Its an emergency... Mom I will try to be back asap but if I don't, please handle everything... And you... (Looking at niyati) stay with mom..." Abeer said and left the party before kuber notices him.
Niyati was hurt and looked down.
"He never talked to me like that..." She told madhvi.
"Well technically I'm supposed to defend my son... So here it goes... He is choosing you over meher... Something about you must really interests him and pulls him towards you... I know that though... But my son is really possessive sometimes... He will not let another man set his eyes on you... And its an indication he clearly feels for you dear..." Madhvi replied.
"Really aunty...?? Will he really give us a chance...?? I love him... Very much but I'm scared... Scared he might not be able to give me the place he gave her... Will he ever agree to marry me...??" Niyati asked and madhvi saw a different side of her for the first time.
She wasn't that immature bubbly chirpy girl, at the moment. She was girl who had her own fears and insecurities and her moist eyes were certainly speaking volumes. The girl really loved her son and was waiting for him. Patiently.
"He will one day... But you promise to always keep loving him like that... My son has went through a lot in life and now he deserves to be happy..." said madhvi placing her hand on niyati's shoulder.
Niyati nodded her head and smiled at madhvi.
The doorbell rang and tarun opened the door. Abeer looked at tarun and entered the house. When tarun still smiled at abeer, abeer sighed and looked around.
"Meherrr..."
"I'm here... In the kitchen..." came the reply.
Abeer was shocked listening to the reply and loomed at meher who was in the kitchen cooking something. Abeer stood in front of meher and looked at her questioningly.
"What was the emergency...??" Abeer asked the brother sister duo.
"He was missing you... My poor brother..." Meher replied looking at tarun.
"Yes jiju... I missed you..." said tarun and hugged abeer.
"I can't believe it..." Abeer said for the second time that day.
"Why is it hard to believe...?? He misses you... I miss you... Maa misses you and bua -" said meher.
"Bua certainly doesn't miss me... Don't lie..." Abeer interrupted meher.
"Hehe... True... LOL" said tarun.
"Where is everyone...??" Abeer asked and took a chair to sit.
"Gone to a jagrata... Won't return until morning... And I was cooking today... So we invited you..." replied meher.
Abeer raised his eye brow at this and said "yeah... Like this... Emergency... Help help help... How creative..."
"Di ka idea tha..." said tarun sitting on the chair beside abeer.
"And log emergency mein bhi itna aaj dhaj ke aate hain..." Meher remarked.
"Ohh hello... I went to a business party with dad... He is getting an award and I'm here.. With you guys..." Abeer got up and went to meher saying it.
"Ohh yeahhh... I heard about it... But you can go if you want to..." Meher told abeer.
"I will stay... You must know I'm not a big fan of business parties..." Abeer said leaning against the kitchen counter.
"You are not a fan of business... But parties... Yes..."
"Intelligent... Impressive huh..."
Tarun smiled in awe looking at meher and abeer and the smiles adoring their faces.
"What are you making...??" Abeer asked.
"Nothing much... I have made shahi paneer, kheer is still being cooked and I ordered dal makhani..." Meher replied stirring the kheer.
"Why didn't you make it yourself...??"
"Huh..??" Meher asked.
"Dal makhani..."
"Ohh... Because you said I put a lot of dalchini in it and you don't like it..." Meher replied making a sad face.
Abeer was taken aback and thought of the time when he teased her saying it and when he made dal makhani; especially for her. The only girl he ever cooked for.
"I always loved it... Everything that you made with your hands automatically became the most delicious dish for me.." Abeer replied and bit his tongue when he realised what he just said.
Meher smiled and her heart bloomed with happiness. They weren't history and even if they were; history always repeats itself. Meher shook her head at this funny thought of her and found abeer looking at her. The same way he used to look at her. The same way every girl wants to be looked at.
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