She was standing on the balcony, admiring the twinkling stars in the sky.
Is it true that after you die, you become stars?
If it's so, then maybe her family is looking at her from above.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The night was quiet and a little chilly which was making her more peaceful. It has become her habit to spend her time by standing on the balcony at night.
It makes her feel calm.
She opened her eyes when she felt someone's presence. She didn't turn because she assumed it was Aryan.
Why is he here?
"Niya," when she heard Danish's voice, she furrowed her eyebrows and turned around to see only Danish behind her.
"What are you doing here?" She asked coldly.
She was still angry with him for that day.
She turned around facing him her back.
He went and stood beside her keeping his hands on the balcony.
He wanted to apologise to her for his actions.
His insane act almost brought her close to death that day. That guilt was eating him. It was becoming very difficult for him to even go to sleep.
"Niya, I am sorry," he apologised without looking at her.
She glanced at him. "For what?" She asked masking her anger with calmness, still knowing the answer.
He then turned to face her. "About that day. I promise, I had no idea that you didn't know how to swim. If I knew-"
Niya scoffed. "Then also you would have done the same thing," she completed his sentence.
"No, Niya. I would not hav-"
"You people get happiness by hurting me, so why would you not do that?" She mocked him. "I don't know what sin I have committed to deserve hatred from you guys," she said, sighing sadly.
Doesn't she know what she have done?
He was just looking at her.
In her words and eyes, he could see only innocence.
"Is it possible she could do that?" He thought.
Could it be possible that she is innocent?
"If you are done with your apologising drama, then please leave," she said.
"Niya, this is not a drama. I am really feeling guilty for my actions," he stated.
Though his words contained sincerity, she ignored them.
She ignored him saying, "I can't see any guilt in your words."
She felt like trusting him was like putting yourself in the mud.
She can't trust his words. What if this is all part of his act?
What if he is planning something agaist her?
"Niya, I really sorry," he again apologised.
"What is the point of apologising if you are going to the same thing again?" She asked.
"I am not going to do it again, Niya. If I knew it before, then I would have not done that to you," he tried to explained himself to her.
"Please leave from here, Danish," she said with a plain tone.
"Am I forgiven?" He asked hopefully.
She averted her gaze from him.
"I know it-"
"What are you doing here, Danish?" He was cut off by Aryan's angry voice. He was standing on the door by putting his hands in the pocket. They could clearly see he had fisted his hands.
"I came here just to talk with her," Danish explained.
Aryan looked at Niya. She was not looking at him.
"Go, I want to talk with you," he said, looking at Danish.
He nodded and left the room, not before glancing at Niya.
Aryan took a deep breath closing his eyes and then left.
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"What were you doing there in her room, Danish?" Aryan asked angrily.
"I went just to apologise to her. And by the way, why are you getting angry?"
"Apologise," He laughed. "Do you know, she thinks I was involved in your plan," he said, running his hand through his hair.
"So what?" Danish was confused.
Aryan looked at him angrily. "She doesn't even look at me properly. And it's all because of you," he said, pointing his index finger at him.
"Why do you care?" His question made Aryan think about his behaviour.
He is right. Why does he care if she doesn't look at him?
Why is he getting angry for her not paying attention to him?
"She is just a maid of this house. So why do you care this much for a maid? And most importantly, she is your enemy. Then why do you care about your enemy's thinking?" Danish asked, looking straight into his eyes.
"You are talking and getting angry as if she is your wife." This statement made his eyes widen.
Does he come to know about his relationship with Niya?
But he didn't tell them....then how?
Did Niya tell him?
"Oh, hello, I am talking to you," Danish said, snapping his finger in front of him.
He averted his gaze from him. "Stop talking nonsense, Danish. She is just a maid here," he said, being irritated. "It's just-just-" he was out of words.
He himself doesn't know the answers.
"Don't tell me that you are falling for her," Danish joked, which made Aryan angry.
He got up, banging his fists on the table. "I would rather die than falling for a murderer like her!" His eyes turned red as Amaira's face flashed in front of them.
"Calm down, Aryan. I was just joking," Danish said, keeping his hand on his shoulder.
He closed his eyes to calm himself.
Is he falling for her?
No... that can't be possible.
Danish was looking at him with sympathy. Sometimes he feels pity for his friend.
He sat beside him.
"Aryan, do you really think Niya can do that to Amaira intentionally?" He asked the question that was disturbing him.
Aryan's shot towards him. His face was filled with confusion.
Why is he asking this question to him even after knowing everything?
"What do you mean, Danish?" He questioned. Though anger was building inside him, he controlled himself.
"Aryan, I don't know why, but I feel like she can't hurt someone intentionally." Danish knew he would get angry, but he still kept his views in front of his friend.
He doesn't know why, but his heart is not ready to accept the fact.
"Ohh, so now my friend is also taking her side," he chuckled bitterly. "Even after knowing everything, don't take her side, Danish," he said in a serious tone.
"They not only hurt her but she and her so called brother killed my sister, my Amy. You already know that. She was the only family I had," he almost shouted as his eyes were glistening with tears. "They-they snatched her from me and made me an orphan," his heart was beating fast as tears started falling from his eyes.
Danish hugged Aryan. "Please don't say like that, Aryan. You have us. You are not an orphan. Calm down now," he said, patting his back.
He can understand his pain. Yes, only understand, not feel.
But alas, his heart was still refusing to accept that fact.
He saw innocence in Niya's hazel brown eyes. They show only innocence.
Is it possible for eyes to lie?
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