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It was a dark room as a man stood near a window, facing his back to few men.

"Who is this Sujal Garewal?" the man asked.

One of the men from the group answered.

"He is said to be the rising star of our world. All the assignments that we use to get is gone to him. He is really good at his work, finishes all the work which he takes in his hand. He can be a threat to your position Bhai " the man replied to his Boss, who was not much pleased by this piece of information.

"Rising star?" Shyam Shergill, the Boss of Delhi mafia mocked and let out a menacing laugh.

"Where can we find this rising star?" Shyam Shergill asked his men.

"There's a garage in Laxmi Nagar, our sources say that we can find him there in the evening. Do you want us to do something, Bhai? " one of the man asked.

"No! I will personally look into this matter! I will take down this rising star on my own" Shyam said and took out his gun. Looking at the gun he turned to look out of the window, planning on his move

...

"Sujal Bhai, you know that Shyam Shergill? He is after you! please go from here. He knows about this place." Vivek said to his Bhai, who came huffing and puffing into the garage.

"Let him come! I can handle him!" Sujal replied least bothered by the information.

"Bhai, you can't take him lightly. Please listen to me. Just for today go somewhere else. He knows about this place. please" Vivek pleaded.

Sujal eyed Vivek and without uttering another word he got up from his chair and exited the garage.

Vivek saw the retreating figure of his Bhai and sighed in relief.

...

Khushi was placing the plate on the Dining table. Placing the plate on their rightful place, she was about to again enter the kitchen when her hand hit the dining table and a plate came crashing down and shattered into pieces. She saw the plates shattered in pieces with a new restlessness griping his heart. She bent down to pick the pieces, her heart growing with unknown fear, she tried to push away this feeling and concentrated on the task in front of her.

...

Sujal was wandering aimlessly on the abandoned road. As he was turning around a corner, he felt a bullet zoom pass his shoulder but not before gazing his shoulder. His hand instantly went to his shoulder, blood instantly oozing out of his shoulder.

...

A piece of glass pierced Khushi's finger. Her head jerked up. her heart thudding loudly inside her rib cage. She stood up. her hands trembling due to the unknown fear. She looked outside her door, and her legs on her own record took her towards the door.

...

His head jerked to look back and he looked at the man standing at a far distance. Turning again forward, he hides himself behind a wall.

Controlling his irregular breathing, he took out the gun. Peeking from his hidden place, he aimed his gun at the man in front of him, but the man too went behind a wall. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he again covered himself.

Sujal waited for sometime before coming out. It's now or never. It's either him or he.

Shyam peeked out of his place and saw there stood his prey, openly challenging him.

Shyam too came out from his place and instantly aimed the gun at Sujal and without waiting for a second, he strikes a bullet at Sujal, which gazed his other shoulder, making his sleeves wet with blood in no time.

...

"Sujal"

Khushi let out a whisper, her breathing irregular. She was about to exit the door but something stopped her. she saw behind her, her Amma was holding her hand.

"Khushi where are you going? It's so dark outside. You are afraid of dark, Bitiya." Garima looked at her daughter, confused.

"Amma ...Amma...let me go ...please...Please let me go...he ...he needs me there" Khushi pleaded, her eyes filled with tear.

"Who? Who needs you Khushi? You are not going anywhere! " Garima chided, she had noticed Khushi's weird behavior from last few days and she really can't allow her to go somewhere at this odd hour.

"I will have to go, Amma! Please, leave me!" Khushi jerked her Amma's hand from her and bolted outside.

"Khushi, please! Listen to me Bitiya! Please, don't go. Please!!!" Garima Gupta shouted at the running Khushi.

"Amma, I am sorry. I will have to go!! I am sorry, Amma" Khushi shouted back.

Garima slumped against the door

...

Khushi ran aimlessly on the empty roads.

"Sujal!!"

"Sujal!!!"

"Sujal!!!!"

Sujal's ears caught the familiar voice. Khushi!

Khushi ran in the road till she found the object of her restlessness. Letting out a sigh of relief she ran towards him but stopped when she saw the other man standing in front of her.

Sujal saw Khushi standing in front of him.

"Khushi!!! Go back to your home!!!" Sujal Shouted, wreck with fear, fear of losing his precious thing.

Khushi looked at Sujal and shook her head, tears flowing freely.

Shyam looked at love birds in front of him.He let out a sickening laugh.

"Oh! Toh yaha ishq ladaya ja raha hai! Is shaitan ki jaan..." Shyam pointed towards Sujal "...Is tote main basi hai!" Shyam completed while pointing at Khushi.

"Oh! I am sorry. Ye tota nahi ye toh maina hai!!" and there again came his sickening laugh. But soon masking the serious look he changed his target, now the gun was aimed at Khushi.

Sujal's breath hitched, seeing the scene in front of him.

"Shyam!!! You want me!! Leave her, she has nothing to do with all this. I am here in front of me! Do whatever you want with me, please leave her." Sujal said, helplessly.

But Shyam stood in the middle of the road, not paying any attention to Sujal's word.

"Oh! So the rising star has a love story! I can see a beautiful lover here! But you know what, Sujal? I hate love stories!!! But you know I love the shaitan and tota's story! Have you heard that story, Sujal? Kill the Tota and the Shaitan will die eventually. So what say, ha? " Shyam said with a smile on his face .

"SHYAM!!! YOU bas***d!!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE CALLING FOR BY DOING THIS!!!!!" Sujal's voice thundered in the empty road.

But Shyam , not paying a heed, he pulled the trigger.

And then the sound of two bullets being shot, echoed in the surrounding.

Sujal dropped the gun on the road, all the strength being vanished from his body. He stared in front of him. Instantly everything went quite like dead. He saw Khushi! Her kameez drenched with blood. Shaking his head in no, he bolted towards Khushi. He caught her as she was about to hit the hard road.

"No...Khushi...Khushi...Please!!!" Sujal begged taking Khushi head on his lap, as he sat on the road.

Khushi looked at Sujal, smiling. No regret on her face.

"Khushi!!!! who asked you to come here?!!!! Answer me!!! See what you have done!!! Let me take you to hospital!!!" Sujal tried to pick her up but Khushi protested.

"Please...I ...I don't want to go anywhere ...I just want to be with you..." came Khushi's voice in rasp.

"Khushi...let me take you to Hospital, jaan..I...Please...Please" Sujal pleaded, tears flowing down his cheek.

Khushi raised her hand and wiped the tears off Sujal's face.

"Hume hospital nahi jaana,please...aap ko hamari kasam"

Sujal looked at Khushi, his tears falling on Khushi's face.

"You know what Sujal? When ...when someone commits some sin...you know...you know how Devi Maiya punishes them?..." Khushi asked smiling through her pain.

Sujal shook his head, unable to think of anything. What's worse than seeing your beloved dying in front of you?

"She...She is very impartial...I will tell you what she does...She punishes you by taking away...taking away your precious thing..." Khushi let out a small giggle..

"Am I...am I...I your precious thing?" Khushi' asked, a big lump forming in her throat.

Sujal shook his head, vigorously.

"No!!!! No...you are not my precious thing...you are not my precious thing...tell...tell your Devi Maiya that you are not my precious thing...please ...please don't leave me...I can't live without you...I have no one Khushi...only...only you...I need you...i want you... " Sujal poured, in the trembling voice. A pain like never before, pierced his heart.

"Sujal? ...you...you remember ...you remember the night we fought and we didn't meet for few days? ...That...That...night...I ...I prayed to Devi Maiya...I told her to take anything but in return ...in return make you a nice person...and...and now,...now I think that she wants...she wants me ...she wants me in exchange...it's nice na?...we both can sit and discuss how to change you..." Khushi smiled followed by a sudden pain in her abdomen.

"No!!! No!!!...please!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...God!!!! Please!!!!!!!! Don't leave me...Don't leave me!!!! I will do whatever you want me to do...I promise...I ...I...swear on you Khushi...bas Mujhe Chhod ke mat jaoo!!!!! Please ...what was the need to come here, you idiot?!!!!!!!! Please!!!!!!!!" Sujal shouted on the top of his voice.

Khushi smiled at Sujal.

"I can't wish the fire of hell on you, Sujal...it's better to burn in the pain on regret...Atleast it will ...it will make you a better person...You have to promise me, Sujal...that...that...you will change...promise me... I love you..." Khushi raised her hand.

Sujal looked at the raised hand, he immediately placed his hand in her's.

"Promise..I promise...Khushi...Now you will not leave me, right? I will become a nice person...than you can introduce me to your Amma...I promise I promise...Khushi...Khushi?" Sujal patted her cheek, he saw her hand become limp and drop to her side. A sharp pain shot at his heart.

"Khushi...Khushi...Khushi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No...No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! come back!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said come back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a sinner!!!!!!!! Why are you punishing her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please, give her back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sujal shouted at the heaven.

Sujal hugged Khushi's limp body. Tears like hot lava descending his cheek. Hugging his body close, he cried on his loss. Loud sobs wrecking his body.

"I LOVE YOU!! I Love you , Khushi!! I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will become a nice person...I promise you...I will become a nice parson and will join you soon...wait for me, ok? I will fulfill my promise and will follow you soon...." Sujal sobbed embracing his beloved's body close to his heart.

Sins need to be burnt, either with the pain of regret in this world or with the fire of hell in the hereafter.

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Entry #11

Quiescence

"I love you Khushi" The husky voice owned by the owner of the most hypnotising caramel eyes ever, vibrated in the silence of the room.

"Have been loving you from the time I wasn't even aware of the existence of love. I have always tried to run from my feelings, hide them, bury them in some dark corner of my heart but I never knew you lived in each corner of my heart, allowing me no space to dump my feelings. It was always your presence which made me feel happier, livelier and in other words, made me feel human. You and me, we both know we have come a long distance and now is heights Khushi. I don't think I have it anymore in me to ignore my feelings. I want you Khushi. I want you to be in my life, for forever."

"Will you marry me Khushi? Will you provide me the honour of calling you my better half?" He asked, getting on his knees and extending a hand towards the overwhelmed figure of his beloved.

"Yes..!" She replied with a ferocious nod and happy tears streaming down her face as she slipped her palm in his hand.

"CUT!" a third voice roared in the room, followed by wild applauses.

"That was the best shot ever Arnav" The director screamed out the words at Arnav Singh Raizada who was still looking at his hand, which held the soft palm of Maanvi Chaudhary in them.

"The shot is over now Maanvi" The snorting voice of Shyam, broke the reverie of Maanvi who quickly pulled her hand back.

"Congrats to you too Maanvi. This shot was the best I ever got. You and Arnav seemed to be living the characters of Khushi and Aarav" The director complemented, overjoyed at the perfection of the shot.

"Yeah, really looked like desperate love birds" Shyam commented and noticed a scowl forming over Arnav's face but continued anyway,

"With the intensity of those looks, I really thought a Mandap was going to apparate in the room and you two were going to wed each other in no second"

"I am getting a call" Arnav said and in large strides walked out of the room, aware of the pair feminine eyes which were fixed on his back, as he dashed out.

"We need to talk Maanvi" Shyam said out, his gaze following the gaze of the former.

"Not now Shyam" She replied, tearing away her gaze from the receding frame of Arnav and rushed in her green room.

~~***~~

Arnav stood with a rigid form in his green room, his hands in either pockets of his trouser.

Standing before the long glass window, he watched the rain pouring down.

His heart was a flurry of emotions at this minute and he knew exactly where his heart was trying to lead him.

Three years back, Arnav Singh Raizada was the happiest man of Earth. He had a lovely girl to call his own, a promising career as a TV actor but in blink of an eye, he had been robbed of everything.

He had lost the love of his life, his Khushi in a car accident. That was the last day he had experienced a heart beating inside him. He had become a shell, hard to crack, hard to get in.

Even though his life had frozen in that minute, his career had moved on, to great heights.

The heights which Khushi had wished for him.

"Promise me Arnav, you'll not stop here. You'll keep moving in life. You'll make my dream come true" were her last words to him.

So, he had to follow them.

He had bagged shows after shows, brought them to heights, had the biggest fandom ever but all this while his heart had been bleak and quiescent.

Quiescent till the day he had signed this new show, "Pyaar, ek anokha ehsaas".

The title of the show itself was a reason for him to agree to the show. It was a title he could connect to.

But as he had arrived for his first day of shoot for the show, he had felt a strange stir in his heart, like something strong, something familiar was around.

And then he had seen her.

Dressed in a simple green suit, she was walking towards him, her face adorned with a smile which reminded him of someone, someone he loved, still loves.

"Hi Arnav, I am Maanvi. The female lead of the show. I have heard so much about you. It's a great pleasure and fortune too be able to work with you" She had said, offering a hand to him.

He hadn't known what had urged him to extend out his hand into hers but as the touch was made, he had felt a sudden and heavy rush of blood to all parts of his body, rejuvenating the organs, not in a biological way but in an emotional sense.

Something was familiar about the touch.

But before he could have guessed what she had left, leaving him in a state of wonder.

That had been the beginning.

The more he had known her, the more she had seemed similar to someone in particular.

Her infectious smile, her constant talks, her exuberance, her happiness-radiating self, every damn thing about her had made him get attracted to her.

She had been like a magnet to him.

He had miserably failed at keeping himself away from her, once again something he had already tried once with his Khushi.

As the time had flown by, the show had reached heights which no other show could have dreamt of yet Arnav was restless like always, this time with new reasons.

The day he had decided to give into his new feelings, he had got to know about her engagement, with a lawyer, of course selected by her family.

So that was the reason of her recent gloominess? He had wondered.

He had wanted to talk to her but that Shyam man had started coming to sets, shadowing her all the time.

And today was one such day.

The confession scene was to be shot today and the show was going off-air in next two weeks.

The show creatives were planning for a second season but Maanvi had already refused, stating up her impending wedding in the coming month and the busy life thereafter.

And Arnav Singh Raizada was surely not going to ask her to reconsider her decision, disregarding the fact that he had desperately wanted her to say yes for the second season.

Today after the scene was shot, he had noticed the moisture in her eyes, along with an accusation.

An accusation that he wasn't courageous enough to take a stand for his feelings, that he was so easily letting her slip away.

Was that a signal from her end?

Did she want the same as him?

He'll have to find out.

~~***~~

"Maanvi, I have had enough of your tantrums" said an agitated Shyam as he barged in her green room and found her looking blankly at the mirror.

"Please leave me alone for a few minutes Shyam" she replied, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"So that you can sit here and day-dream about Arnav?" He retorted in a sour voice.

"You're crossing limits Shyam" She said, getting up from the stool and turning towards the furious face of Shyam.

"What I am crossing limits? And here I was wondering it's you doing the same" He continued acidly, taking steps towards her.

"How dare y.." Maanvi started, her face red with the accusation but was cut in.

"I dare much more Maanvi. You think I'm a fool? I know you aren't willing to marry me and it's your parents who have brought you in this but to make you aware, I am not letting you back off for anything rather anyone"

"I am not backing off from the marriage" She screamed out.

"But I see your heart clearly is. I have seen you giving those love-sick looks to that Raizada. I know he's famous, I know he's good-looking but what I want you to know is that I want you...at any cost" Shyam said out the words while his lustful gaze lingered all over her body.

"Get out Shyam." Maanvi said the words with slight apprehension as he took another step at her, his gaze halting at her lips.

"Not before I taste something I have always wanted to" He said, taking another step and caging her between his arms.

"Leave me" She wriggled to get out of his hold.

"I am sure you're going to like this Maanvi" he said and steadying her face with his palms, leaned in.

"LEAVE HER" the thunderous roar of Arnav Singh Raizada filled the not-so-spacious room.

The intensity of the voice reflexively made Shyam lurch back from the shivering frame of Maanvi.

As she sensed the arms around her body being withdrawn, she looked up in Arnav's direction and her heart thudded violently at what she witnessed there.

Arnav was standing in the doorway with his jaw set as hard as stone yet his eyes were brimming with unadulterated possessiveness, for her.

"Arnav" She said and rushed towards him to hug him.

"Shh. It's okay Maanvi. Calm down" He said, glaring in Shyam's direction but at the same time running a smooth hand on her back.

Sensing what was coming up his way, Shyam decided to leave the room.

Messing with Arnav Singh Raizada at this moment wasn't going to be the best thought.

~~***~~

"Water" Arnav offered the glass to her as she sat on the same stool, this time with a different glint in her eyes.

"Thanks Arnav" She said and taking a few sips, placed the glass back on the dressing table.

"I..." Both of them started at the same time and stopped abruptly.

"Go on" He said.

"No no, you go on, Gents first" She quickly replied.

"Okay" He said with a clearly visible amusement on his face.

"You smile?" She asked awed by the small smile on his face.

"What the?" He swore, after years.

"Oh god! You swear? Had never heard you doing so" She continued in her usual chirping self.

"Shut up Maanvi" He said, trying to sound offended but that just allowed her more laughs.

"Hold it right there. No one is allowed to laugh at Arnav Singh Raizada"

"I see. How come you never let me know of this rule?" She asked, trying to stop her laughs.

"Okay, that's it. I am leaving" He said and got up.

"No wait" She said holding his wrist and left at once, realising what she just did.

"I am sorry..I" She fumbled as he turned at her, his intensified gaze at her face.

"I's okay. It's just that when you laugh I...get reminded of someone...I love" He said out the words, with much difficulty and her expression at once changed into empathy.

"I know" she whispered.

"You know?" He asked, surprised.

"Yeah. I mean I know you once loved a girl."

"I still love her" He cut in, more loudly than he had intended to.

"I am sorry. That's what I meant." She said, touched by his genuinity.

"It's okay. I..I just get a little.."

"I understand Arnav" She said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"So, how do you know?" He asked, coming back to the question.

"I was her friend" She replied, revealing a truth he hadn't been aware of.

"What?" He asked, stepping back in surprise.

"I know I should've told you but I couldn't Arnav"

"We were good friends but I was not in Delhi for four years. But we used to talk a lot, not daily but a few times in a month. And during these times, all she used to talk was about you. Your habits your likes, dislikes but as I said, she never mentioned your swearing habit" She went on, explaining in a monotonous way, unaware of the expressions which were crossing his face.

"But I when I got to know of her...It was very late. No one had informed me so I couldn't come. But when I returned back to the city, I wanted to meet you Arnav. I wanted to see the person who had always been the cause of the happiness of my friend. It was then I learnt of the shell you had closed yourself into. I learnt of the quiescence your heart was in the state of. So, I maintained my distances, knowing well my presence around you and the knowledge that I was a friend of Khushi would give you nothing but more pain but what I didn't know was that destiny had its own plans. I was back in the city and I needed a job. That was when Mr. Singh approached me for this show and without knowing you were the lead, I accepted. I was so surprised to see you here but I maintained the faade as if I didn't know you. And in between all this, I never realised when did I actually started falling for you. It was hard Arnav, to keep myself away from you. After knowing that how badly you were in the need of someone who would lead you to live your life again. I tried to be a friend to you and do everything which Khushi would have done to make you happy. And you were responding, I could see that in your eyes."

"And that is when you got engaged to Shyam because you thought you were betraying Khushi by taking her place in my life? You started distancing yourself from me?" He asked and she was surprised that how accurately he had guessed her inner thoughts.

"Yes" She replied, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Without caring that it was once again shelling me up?" He asked.

"Arnav?" She said, looking up at his eyes which now held myriad emotions.

"Yes Maanvi, I love you. Maybe not like the way I had loved her yet I assure you this love is equally beautiful. I want you in my life Maanvi." He said, surprised at his words.

He had thought it to be more difficult but somehow this wasn't.

"But Arnav.."

"Shh. No more words Maanvi. Love is something which can't be described, let alone comprehend. It exists in so many forms, so many realms and what I feel for you is different yet similar. Ye ek anokha ehsaas hai Maanvi and I want this ehsaas in my life, for forever. And there is no denying it Maanvi. You can't deny it to me. This is one thing I have learnt from my past. Love will find you, no matter how severely you want to stay aloof to it."

"And Shyam?" she asked in a breathless tone.

"We'll make him quiescent" Arnav replied and she finally smiled.

"Know what Arnav?" She asked, getting up and walking towards him.

"What?" He asked.

"I love you Dammit!"

"Me too Dammit!!" Arnav replied before taking her in a hug and silently thanking his Khushi for sending an angel similar to herself in his life.

The quiescence had finally expired, giving way to new happiness in his life.

Holding onto past isn't the wisest decision always.

Sometimes we need to move on and hug the new hopes in life because life never stops.

It gets beautiful second by second.

You just need to develop the right perception.

And find the Mr./Ms Right for yourself.

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Entry #12

My Heartbeat.

Heart beats to keep us alive, isn't it? Well, Yes... It's the same here! But wait, what if once your heart tells you that it beats for the one in front of you, what would you do? The same happened with Zaroon.. Dr. Zaroon Junaid, being a cardiologist he couldn't stop his heart from being someone else's, Want to know how?

A very foggy day with rays of sun still peeping out from the heavy clouds, Zaroon drove his car with a great speed not giving a damn to the world outside but only his mind stuck to the call he just received, there were still miles to reach Delhi, but still whispering prayers for her. All the flashbacks of his happiest and most beautiful time were flashing in front of him..

A very fateful day he was driving with the same speed with loud songs and his goggles on, he didn't cared for anything else.. and to describe his life at that time, the best word will be perfect!' according to him but suddenly a scooter bumped into him and he muttered, "Damnit!" banging his fist.

His eye fixed to the view in front of him a girl with long hairs wearing a light pink Salwar Kameez, looking solely angelic. She stood in front of his car with an O' expression making her look more cute and her hands on her hips depicting her anger. Coming back to his senses Zaroon quickly got out of his car and went to her and being it an early morning not more people could be found there.

Zaroon tried apologizing, "I.. I..-" only to be cut off by her in between.

"Dekh ke gadi nahi chala sakte aap? Aur ab ye I.. I kya laga rakhi hai aapne!" she scolded him while his curved up in a slight smile seeing her so angry.

"Look.. I'm So-" Zaroon said but she again didn't let him complete.

"Humein apki koi Sorry Borry nahi chahiye! Help me!" she spoke, amazing Zaroon.

"and What if I don't?" He said raising an eyebrow at her while her one hand again went back to her hips and imedietly she pointed at him with the other.

"Samjhte kya hain aap, apne ap ko?" he eyebows scrunched in anger.

"Zaroon!" he said making it look as a matter of fact and contuined, "and I'll help you only if you request me rather than this ordering." He shrugged.

"Hawww!" he said and giving him a look went to her scooter and securely parked it. and came back while Zaroon stared at her in amusment.

"Look you bumped into my scooter and now you have to drop me at my college! And its an order!" she said crossing her arms at her chest.

Zaroon was for sure shocked! And coming over the sh he spoke, "Excuse me! You were the one whoo bumped into my car!"

"Tch tch.. Guys these days.. well, fine then! It was just a small payback of what you juustt did and agar ap nahi chaahte so okay I'll go byy my own" she said sounding helpful. While his eyebrow shot up listing to her talks, honestly he wanted to chuckle at her antics but maintained the serious look.

"Fine, Aajaiye!" he said unlocking his car.

Zaroon drove swiftly and calmly though he could see her biting nails and continuously checking time, "She must be getting late" he thought. But waited for her to say it aloud and after much waiting he looked over to her.

She was munching on some.. Jalebis in some round steel box what she was probably carrying in her bag. She looked at him gazing her once in a while and spoke, "Em..lenge?" she asked extending the box towards him.

"Er.. No thanks!" he refused poliety. "Are you running late for college?" he asked and she nodded.

"Okay then" he said accelerating the car and bit when she spoke up, "Um No! Don't.. " and looked at her and she quickly added, "im.. I.. I mean im scared of speeding cars." He told innocently.

They were near her college and without wasting more time zaroon quickly said, "I'm Zaroon, you?"

She smiled and replied, "Hum Khushi Kumari Gupta hain." He smiled back at her and again questioned, "Aap humesha aisi hi Hindi Bolti hain ya Koi special-" before he could continue she answered, "Hum Lucknow se hen." she said and he got it.

He stopped in front of her college and she tried untying her seat belt but failed and Zaroon obviously noticed it and without thinking he did the favor to her and their hands touched slightly. he waited for her to vanish from his sight but she didn't.. Not before she said, "Sorry and thanks." sweetly and left.

Zaroon smiled unknowingly, remembering how she stopped her breath when he undid her seatbelt and Yes.. their next encounter which was the very next day at his friend's wedding when he had seen her yet again looking flawless in red dress with minimal makeup and her hair let lose but curled, Drop dead Gorgeous!' a voice in his mind told him.

And their another encounter, just after a day at his hospital he was free for sometime so he was going to cafeteria when on the way he spotted her on Pharmacy, suddenly an unknown concern grew into him and he went to her.

She turned around to see the same guy..'Um.. Zain? No.. Z.. Zo.. Yes, Zaroon!" she mentally corrected herself.

"Hi Khushi!" he said with a smile. But the smile vanished as soon as he saw her ignoring him and tried to stop her, "hey.. Khushi.. listen-" she went behind her a few steps but she turned back and cut him off and spoke, "Dekhiye Zaroonji hum ne apse lift li iss ka ap ko koi galat matlab mat lijiye!" She poined at him.

"What!" he looked at her disbelief.

"Ap humara peecha karna band kijiye Zaroonji!" She said. While the mentally quoted, Peecha, What the hell!'

"Look, I guess you've any misunderstanding Mein aur apka peech-" he tried clearing the fuss but again mentally cursed their Cutting-Off'Connection' as she cut him off and spoke, "Kal raat shaadi aur abhi yahan bhi.. " she muttered.

He was really losing his temper, What did she think of him?' but before he could reply someone came from behind and called him, "Doctor!" and he looked back at the person, "Yes?"

"There is an emergency.. " the nurse informed and he nodded, "Alright." He said and giving her a look while she stood there shocked, he left.

Coming over her shock she muttered, "Buaji theek kehti hai Khusshi tum Sanka Devi ho!" she scolded herself.

Zaroon shook his head at the memory as only knew how angry he was after that.. But well not for much time as the way she came to apologize.

It was quite a while now since he had last seen her, though he was angry he wanted to see her, to meet her and while thinking about her he was informed his some friend named, Khushi has come to meet him. He recalled but he had no other Khushi in his life other than her and not losing more time he told them to lead her.

As soon as she entered his cabin she folded her hands saying a, Namaste' and he nodded And gestured her to be seated and she reprocated.

"I-" she began but he cut her off this time and asked, "Ms.Khushi Kumari Gupta, When did we became friends?"

"Ji?" she asked as she didn't expect such a straight question from his side.

"Wo.. Um-" and again before she could say something he cut her sentence and told, "I was not following you and that was my friend's wedding and this is my hospital!"

"Yes.. I know and-" she tried talking further but he spoke up, "anything else you're still not cleared about?" he said trying to sound much rude and he even succeeded.

There was silence for a few minutes before she answered, "Are we friends?" she questioned innocently.

"If only you don't take it into any wrong way." He said smilling.

He sat enjoying as she again made the cute expression for which he had no doubtly fallen already and said, "Hawww!" she crossed her arms and faced the other other.

But in the next few minutes both burst into laughter and got into a conversation, She offered him the Jalebis that she had cooked for him in form of apology and both got to know each other better.

The fallen slight yet the smile came back onto Zaroon's face when he recalled these memories and the beginning of their sweet relationship which she innocently named, "Friendship!"

He remembered the time when he was finally aware of strong feelings for her when her father got a heart attack and right after checking at her father and performing his duty he came out and was engulfed in a hug by her while her tears soaked his shirt and he just couldn't swallow that.

Till the time her father was under treatment he was always around her but neither he neglected his job though he was with her like a shadow and the first night when he had returned with coffee for both and she had refused instead side hugged him and stayed in the same position for a while before telling her real connection towards the stars..

"You know the bright shining stars in the sky are my parents.." she began while he moved his face a little to get her a glimpse of her but he didn't let go.

"My real parents.. Who became stars. My amma always used to tell me that people we love the most when go far away they become stars, the brighter ones!" she paused, "I don't want my Bauji to become one.. I want him to stay with him, he will.. Isn't it Zaroon?"she questioned looking up at him and he nodded.

Everything had gotten alright.. And he became a usual guest at Gupta House loved and pampered by everyone. His and Khushi's bonding was like no other, he didn't mind Khushi thinking of him as a mere friend but he knew she meant the world to him and her presence around him as a friend was better than not at all.

Zaroon accelerated his car as soon as he remembered Khushi once telling him, "Oh, Chinta mat kijiye.. Hum hamesha apke saath honge, the most shinning star of your sky." No!' he muttered.

He remembered how he had gotten a hope for his poor heart which was no more his but only beats for this girl.. His Khushi.

They were in the cafeteria when suddenly his friend Dr. Lavanya had spotted them and decided to play with this girl. Other than Sara, his sister, lavanya was the second one to know about Zaroon's feelings towards Khushi. Therefore she came and covered Zaroon's eyes from behind confusing both, him and Khushi.

"Lavanya!" he wihpered and stood up and they shared a hug while Lavanya saw the little Ms.Gupta burning in jeleousy and to add fuel she spoke up, "Aw.. Baby I've been finding you everywhere and you're here! Anyways, I Missed you so much and its been a very long time." She paused and eyed Khushi who was mentally strangling this Lavanya while Lavanya resumed, "Finally I'm with you again." She again clunged onto him.

Zaroon coughed at Lavanya's tone and turned to Khushi, "Lavanya meet Khushi." And before Zaroon could introduce further, Lavanya herself spoke up, "Nice to meet you Khushi, I'm Lavanya, Zaroon's girlfriend"

And Soon after two, "What! -s" echoed in Lavanya's ear as Zaroon looked at her shocked while Khushi looked at Zaroon shocked.

Khushi recovered, "Oh, Same here Lavanyaji though Zaroon never told me about you even though I asked him.. Well better late than never, isn't it Zaroon?" he looked at him expectantly and continued, "I guess I should be leaving for now."

Lavanya pushed Zaroon towards the retreating back of Khushi and gestured him to run after her, he shook his head at his crazy friend and went after Khushi.

"Khushi.. Listen!" he called out, "Khushi!"

He matched up with her speed and holding her hand turned her towards him banging her on his chest. She was crying! He cursed himself for being indirectly the reason of her tears.

"Listen to me Khush-" Zaroon spoke cupping her face but she again cut off, "Kya Sunoon? Apne humein ye batana zaroori tou nahi samjha tou ab kya sunoon?" she pushed his hands away from his face.

"Look its not the what you think!" he told, "If its not this so what it is?" she retored.

He was already getting weak seeing her tears and this girl was driving him crazy, When it didn't matter all these months, then why did it matter now? And Also replied in anger, "Iss se tumhein Kya farak padta hain?! Why does it matter to you know!"

In the friction of a second he got his answer, "Farak padta hai!" she yelled at him and he yelled back, "Kyun?!" but again silence fell over as she didn't had any reply for that Kyun'. She left wiping her tears whilst he kicked the nearby wall.

Zaroon didn't wanted to trouble Khushi so let go off the matter and made her aware of the prank made by Lavanya and everything was back to normal though nothing was normal now! Khushi had got a face for her prince in her dreams.

The worst time was when he had been forcefully brought back to earth the time when Khushi's mother had officially started finding a groom for her and had not at all asked or talked to him though he had been to their house many times in these days It was like someone has pulled the ground under his feet. He wondered even after shwoeirng him with so much affection, they didn't pictured him as their Son-In-law?'

"Was he not good enough?" he wondered, "Was it because of their religion difference?" he thought, "Or was it because Khushi and her family had never saw him that way?"

Khushi received a red evening dress packed as a gift with a letter which had written, "Khushi.. I would pick you up at 8, be ready and please wear this dress. -Zaroon."

She did as written on the letter and Zaroon had a hard time stopping himself from kissing her madly.

"You look beautiful!" he cherished and saw the blush creep up on her cheeks. With silence in the car soon they reached the restaurant and he led her to the area, which was beautifully decorated, and the slight music in the background was an addition to the already romantic atmosphere.

That was the most amazing moment of both of their lives when he had gone on his knees and proposed her. Zaroon's eye automatically scrunched remembering how much nervous he was but relaxed as he remembered the feeling further had taken over him when he had started,

"I Love You Khushi.. With all my heart! I've always loved you and will always do as You're my Khushi, my happiness.. I Love you a lot, Will You Marry Me Khushi?"

He twirled her around as soon as he heard a merely audible, "Yes.."

"I Love you too Zaroon.." she confessed as soon as he engulfed her.

Memories rushed back in a flow of emotions as he slammed the breaks and rushed inside the hospital not wanting to.. Lose her.' His life was not perfect... without her'.'

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