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Prior warning: I have changed pov's a lot in this chapter.

P.S. Unedited chapter.

"Dammit" Shravan muttered a string of curses under his breath as he There his phone on the bed. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair before popping down on the bed. It had been one week since the incident with Raghav and he hadn't seen her since. She had been going about her daily routine all right but she her enthusiasm had been considerably subdued. She kept to herself and didn't talk to anyone as long as it was absolutely necessary or someone asked her a direct question; even then her answers comprised of yes or no, or one word answers. Gone was her bright smile, the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

But what pissed him off most was the fact that she went out of her way to avoid him. He understood she was upset and disturbed by whatever had transpired and the thought of giving her a bit space had crossed his mind more than once but it had been a week since he last saw a glimpse of her. He was at the end of his patience.

Why was she avoiding him? He didn't know. He only knew that she was damn good at avoiding him and she was getting onto his nerves now. The woman was driving him crazy and he had to do something about it. They couldn't go on like this any longer .

Picking up his phone and car key he trotted down the stairs and out of the house. Enough was enough. They were going to talk and sort this out whether she liked it or not. She couldn't avoid him any longer. He wouldn't allow it.


Suman was in one of the recently opened branches of PCT, stirring dal; her mind wandering down the memory lane.

Tumhe dillagi bhool jani padegi
Kabhi dil kisi se laga kar to dekho
Tumhare khayalon ki duniya yahi hai
Zara meri baahon mein aa kar toh dekho

Suman was stirring the dal on low flame, humming a song to herself. She was in a particularly good mood after her date with Raghav last night. He was so sweet and she spends half the night laughing at his witty jokes. He never failed to put a smile on her face.

She was about to add salt to the dish when she felt two hands cover her eyes and a shrill voice whispering in her ears.

She giggled at his attempts to modulate his voice. He was failing miserably. Gently removing his hands from her eyes she turned around to face her fiancé. There he was; still in his work clothes, suitcase in hand and a charming smile on his face.

"Tum yaha?" She asked raising an eyebrow, her own lips twitching into a smile to match his.

"Kyu mai nahi aa sakta?" He asked playfully.

"Aisa kuch nahi, par tumhari meeting nahi thi kiya?"

"Woh reschedule ho gayi, so we're going out."


"Suprise" He answered his eyes twinkling with mischief.

'Areh par...."

Turning a blind eye to her protests he dragged her out, her laughter echoing behind them.

Dekh ke mujhe kyu tum dekhte nahi
Yaara aisi berukhi sahi toh nahi
Raat din jise maanga tha duaon mein
Dekho gaur se kahi main wohi toh nahi

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