---Amber's POV---
Towards the end of the performance I thought I saw Waqas but when I looked again he wasn't there. Maybe, it's the guilt that's making me see things.
I quickly changed and left to the party, as I had ended up telling the girls that I'd come but I would be late.
I got there in time for open door floor and joined the others.
"Guys, where is Waqas?" I asked.
"Don't know," Atif said.
"K. Thanks," I said and went outside.
I tried calling him but it said this number is switched off.
Switched off? What the hell?
"Kis ko call kar rahi ho?" He asked.
"You! Why is your phone switched off?" I asked.
"I thought you weren't going to come," he said.
"Oh about that," I said.
"You are a good dancer," he said.
"Well that was just open dance floor so," I said.
"Akhil as well," he said.
"What're you talking about?" I asked.
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," he said.
Oh my God, he knows.