No Scripts Between Us

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The car pulled into accepting his hand as she stepped out.

They walked in silence through the building's entrance, the hum of the elevator the only sound between them. Hamza pressed the button for the 7th floor.

"Yahan aayi ho pehle? " he asked, hands in his pockets.

Sehar shook her head. "Nahi. Tumne kabhi invite hi nahi kiya."

"Galti meri thi," he murmured, almost to himself.

The elevator dinged.

They stepped into a minimalist but warm flat. Soft lights. Neutral tones. A few plants. One wall covered in framed pictures-from shoots, behind-the-scenes moments, even one with Sehar where they were laughing uncontrollably, sehar making hamza's hair.

Sehar paused there. "Tumne yeh frame karwai?"

Hamza smiled. "bas ise yad gar banane ke liye, jab tumne mujhe tere naam ka salman khan bana diya tha mere balon ko set karty huwe."

"itne cutu lag rahy thy," she said, smiling at the memory and pulling his cheek.

"Tumne uske bad photo shoot kiya tha aur insta pe post kiya tha" he said admiringly.

They stood there a moment longer, suspended in that nostalgia.

"Pani chahiye?" he asked gently.

She nodded. "Thoda."

As he walked into the kitchen, Sehar wandered to the living room, trailing her fingers along the edge of the soft grey sofa. A half-written script lay open on the table. She picked it up curiously.

"Tum naya project le rahe ho?" she asked.

"soch raha tha," he said, handing her a glass. " iska main character wo jo sab kuch mehsoos karta hai par bolta nahi."

"Jaise tum?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

Hamza smirked, taking a seat beside her. "Jaise tum."

A soft laugh escaped her. The air shifted-less awkward, more familiar now. Like old seasons playing on repeat.

"Hamza..." she began, her voice unsure.

He looked at her, eyes searching. "Haan?"

"Woh hug... kiss... sab log dekh rahe the."

He nodded slowly. "Main bhi dekh raha tha. Tumhare chehre ko."

She looked down, fingers tightening around the glass.

"Tum khud bhi confused ho ya sirf main?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked at him. "Mujhe sirf yeh lagta hai... jab hum saath hote hain, sab kuch theek ho jaata hai. Par jab door jaate hain, sab ulajh jaata hai."

He nodded, leaning back slightly, his gaze on the ceiling. "Mujhe lagta hai hum dono woh scene rehearse kar rahe hain jo kab ka ho chuka hai."

"Phir dubara kyun kar rahe hain?"

"Kyuki is baar real hai," he said.

There was silence. Then a soft beep-her phone. A text from her mother: "Safe?"

She typed back: "Yes. With Hamza."

Hamza noticed the faint smile on her lips. "Kya kaha Ammi ne?"

"Sirf yeh poocha ke safe hoon ya nahi."

"Main hoon na," he said simply.

Their eyes met again. The walls were down now.

Sehar whispered, "Mujhe laga tha tum mujhse naraz ho."

Hamza leaned in, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Mujhe laga tum mujhse door ho gayi ho."

"Main bas... confused thi. Fame, fans, scripts... sab kuch itna fast tha."

"Main wait karta raha."

"And I came back," she said, softer than before.

He smiled, eyes warm. "Ab raat yahan ruk jao. hum movie dekhenge."

Sehar nodded. "Theek hai."

And just like that, the night unfolded-not as stars on screen, but as two souls slowly remembering what it felt like to belong.

*****

The movie's credits rolled as soft instrumental music played in the background. The room was dim, lit only by the television's bluish glow. Sehar had fallen slightly sideways against Hamza, her head still on his shoulder, her breathing calm and even.

"Tum so gayi?" he asked in a whisper.

Sehar stirred slightly, smiling. "Nahi... bas aankhein band ki thi."

"Tumhein toh heroine banna chahiye," Hamza teased. "Ek dum dramatic timing."

"Already hoon," she shot back with a sleepy grin.

Hamza chuckled. "Sahi kaha

He got up for a moment and returned with two cups of coffee. "Thoda fresh ho jao. Raat lambi hai."

Sehar took the mug gratefully. "Thanks."

They sipped in silence for a moment.

"Tumhare fans pagal ho jaayenge agar unhein pata chale ke Sehar Abhi kisi ke flat mein movie dekh rahi hai," Hamza teased.

"Woh toh pehle hi pagal hain," she said with a smile. "Tumhare liye pagal hain."

Hamza raised an eyebrow. "Jealous? aur kon pagal hai mere liye"

"Thoda sa, aur pagal to tumhari sari fan girls hain even pookie bhi banaya huwa hai tumhe" she admitted honestly.

Hamza leaned in slightly. "Main sirf tumhara hoon. wo sab fans hain, and yes mimi ka pookie wese larki creative hai."

Sehar looked into his eyes. "Aur yeh sab mere sat?" she asked, gesturing between them.

"Yeh real hai," he said softly.

The atmosphere turned quieter again, more tender. The movie's warmth still lingered in the room, but now the emotion was their own.

"Hamza..." she said hesitantly. "Agar hum... phir se try karein? Bina kisi media pressure, bina kisi show ke?"

He reached out, gently holding her hand. "Main har baar try karne ko tayyar hoon. Jab tak tum mere saath ho."

Their fingers intertwined, slow and steady.

Outside, the night deepened.

Inside, it felt like a new beginning.

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