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Its been a month Sidharth Aaryan and Sana havent met or talked to each other . They are busy in their own lives . But they do think of each other every single day . Baat toh krni hai , but kaise kre ? They are hesitating .

One day , on the way returning from the market , she enters a park to spend some time alone . Its 7 pm and the moon is already out . The wind is blowing gently , all together a very soothing atmosphere . She sits on a bench . She is a bit tired , the day was quite hectic . She looks at the moon with a gentle smile suddenly she remembers Sidharth .

" Is he also staring at the moon right now ? " , she thinks .

Suddenly her phone rings . She sees Sid's name popping out on her phone's screen .

Sana - " Hello "

Sid - " Where are you ? "

Sana - " Sitting in a Park , looking at the moon . "

Suddenly a man comes and sits On the bench next to her's one .

Sid - " Me too "

Sana suddenly realises its the man sitting beside her who replied her on phone . She turns on his side and asks him excitedly , " Aaryan Sir is that you ? " The man turns towards her and he shouts too " Sana " they both are extremely happy to see each other after a month .

Sana - " Aap idhr ? "

Sid - " This is one of my fav place to spend time with myself . "

Sana - " Mein idhr first time aayi hoon . Mein toh ghar hi ja rhi thi but pata nhi kya hua mujhe I suddenly thought of coming here "

Sid - " Achha hua tum mil gyi "

Sana - " Why Sir ? "

Sid - " Tumko boht yaad kiya "

Sana's breathing stopped hearing this .

Sid - " I mean us din I played so good , credit goes to you . So ek thanks toh bolna tha na "

Sana - " Sir aap toh humesha achha hi khelte hai . Plss yeh bolke dont embarrass me "

Sid - " Dont say like this Sana , mein dil se bol raha hoon , tumse jab bhi milta hoon ek alag level ki positivity mere anadar aati hai . Pata nhi yeh kaise hota hai but yehi hota hai "

Sana smiles and says " If thats the thing fir toh apne mujhe thanks usi din bol dia tha award ceremony mein "

Sid - " Umm Point ! " , he too smiles .

Sana - " Pata hai meine na apni mumma ko bola aapke bareme woh toh boht khush hui . Aur ..... " , she begins talking about her family too him .

Sid is lost in her eyes , in her thoughts , in her talks . He can hear in the background playing ....

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒋𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊
𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒌𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒂
𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒑𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆
𝑲𝒓𝒏𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒌𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒂
𝒁𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒃𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒌𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂
𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒉 !

Sana - " Sir aapne suna meine jo kuch bhi bola ? "

Sid - " Kya bola ? "

Sana - " Apne mumma papa ke bareme "

Sid mentally slaps himself and says - " Oh yes yes "

Sana - " Waise .... agr media walo ko pata chla na aap is waqt idhr beithe ho mere sath , woh log gossip banayenge iska . I know media boht gandi hai "

Sid - " 1st of all they wont know it because I am wearing a mask sonce long and nobody knows who is behind the mask . 2ndly if they get to know I am with you , I still dont care . Isme galat kya hai "

Sana - " Aapki kuch kuch baatein na I seriously dont get them "

Sid - " Chhodo fir "

Sana - " Ha chhod hi deti hoon "

Sid - " Waise hum dono itni baar baat kr chuke hai , exactly when will you stop calling me Sir ? "

Sana - " Arey baat toh mein apne tuition teacher se bhi boht baar kr chuki hoon toh unko bhi sir bolna chhod du ? Yeh thodi na hota hai I respect you a lot sir "

Sid in his mind - " Ek toh yeh ladki galat time pe galat baat bolke mood ki band baja deti hai , isko isike language mein samjhana hoga "

Sid - " See your mom respects your dad , but does she call her husband SIR ? "

Sana - " No "

Sid - " Did you get my point ? "

Sana - " But mumma papa ko kya bulati hai us baat se is baat ka kya connection ?"

Sid - " Tumhara school teacher aur mera bhi kya connection ? "

Sana - " Sir you are confusing me now "

Sid - " So are you Ms Basu "

Sana - " Excuse me "

Sid - " Dekho mein bs itna bol raha ho dont call me Sir . It sounds weird . I am just 6 years older than you "

Sana - " Arey but "

Sid - " No arey no but , idol manti ho na tum mujhe ? Then obey me "

Sana - " Okay . Waise bhi kya fadak padhta hai may be this is our last meet "

Sid - " Why are you saying like this ? "

Sana - " Because har time coincidence thodi na hoga . Hum dono ki duniya boht alag hai . Aisa toh ho nhi sakta hum dono daily kahi na khi pe mil jaye . Ittefaq baar baar nhi hote . Aaj ek month baad mile , 1 month passed away right . Toh puri life bhi kat jayegi aise hi "

Sid - " Koi sense hai is baat ka ? "

Sana - " Boht hai but aap nhi samjhoge . Achha mein abhi chlti hoon bye Si...." doesnt complete remembering what Sid asked her to do "

She leaves . After walking a distance she sees some goons staring lustily at her , she is tensed . She walks speedily but they soon circle her and passes dirty comments . She is very scared about to cry , " is time pe park mein aana hi nhi chahiye tha . Durga Maa plss save me ! " , she thinks . One of the goons snatches her dupatta and is about to throw it away when .........

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