Abhi and Armaan back in Mumbai Abhi and Armaan are having breakfast in the terrace of their hi-rise condo. Armaan pours Turkish coffee into two cups and passes one to Abhi. Abhi: Armaan, how could you strip up there in front of so many people? As it is, I have trouble with other guys seeing you whenever we travel, but exposing yourself like that? Armaan: Darling, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it. Sid kept calling me a loser because I wouldn't go up there and compromise myself, I tried to ignore him because he was drunk. I told him to knock it off, but he wouldn't stop until I took the stage. Besides, it was Yuvi's idea.
Abhi: Come on Armaan, nobody makes you do anything you don't want to do. It looked like you were just showing off those chiselled abs in front of half of Mumbai.
Armaan: accha baba, I will never strip again. I really felt ashamed the next day, I swear. It only happened because I threw a party at Sid's place to try and get him back together with his wife.
Abhi: I know about the party yaar. But I just dont want the entire city calling your cell and sending flowers to our door because they saw you without a shirt on. It's bloody embarrassing.
Armaan: Abhikins, it was just an impulse on my part. you're right, I should not have listened to him. Will you forgive me if I take you to Japan for some sushi?
Abhi: It's ok Armaan, I know you would never look at another guy like that. I know those eyes are only for me.
Armaan: *kisses Abhi's hand* Of course they are, sweetheart. And they always will be.
Abhi: That's why we're made for each other. We don't need the world to understand our love.