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CHAPTER 16. I WANT YOU BACK

VARUN P.O.V

The car reached the destination, pulling up right in front of the crowded place. I stepped out of the vehicle and quickly walked through Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport, trying to avoid as much as possible all the shutterbugs present there. It was early in the morning, and I was already pretty late; on top of that I've had a long and tough night, not getting much sleep.

Heading to the boarding gate, I sighed while taking a look at the schedule board for the scenes being shot today which Abhishek Varman had just sent to all the cast. I was really excited to be working on Kalank's last schedule. In fact, I'd kind of missed Zafar's role, and I was happy to be back playing that character. He was mysterious, dark and a little elusive, but he actually had a heart of gold deep inside.

Also, I was working with some astounding people on this film and I had incredible co-stars. From Madhuri Dixit Ma'am, Sanjay Dutt Sir, as well as Kiara and Aditya, to Kunal, and of course, Alia.

We hadn't really met since the break up. That was to say, it had been 6 days since I'd last seen her. And, I very much hoped it wasn't going to be awkward between us.

I knew she still held a grudge against me, and I completely understood that, but I really hoped she could separate her personal feelings from professional life. I didn't want this break up to affect the way we would work together, and behave towards each other on set.

We used to be so close and bonding back then, and it stressed me out a little, thinking how things could had changed. We'd broken up on bad terms, not to say the least. And, I knew we couldn't possibly be friends, considering everything that had happened between us. Considering I couldn't be friends with someone I was still love in with.

The day she'd decided she wanted to break up was one of the worst days of my life. I still remembered the way her eyes were blazing with disgust and anger as she looked straight at me. I'd fucked up, and somehow I deserved to suffer like this. I'd betrayed her. I'd broken her trust. I'd broken her heart. I'd totally fucked up.

Anyway, blaming myself didn't ease the pain. I still felt like a burnt down house, my heart bleeding, my soul torn apart. What once was my happy place, now haunted me. The memories, the pictures messed up with my mind every now and then. 6 months of passionate relationship being thrown away for a stupid mistake.

I wanted her back. I wanted to win her back. I wanted to be with her, only her. And, this fact wasn't going to change. I loved Alia Bhatt. I truly loved her. Love was worth fighting for. I wanted to make up for my mistakes and win her back. Over those 6 days, I'd realized that I couldn't live without her. I'd realized that she was everything to me, and she was definitely the one.

I went across the airfield along with security till reaching the private plane, which was going to take off in a little while. As I walked in, I took off my sunglasses and greeted the flight crew. The team was already in, all of them eyes glued to their phones, not even bothering to look up at me.

"Hey everyone! Sorry for being a little late, as you can see." I waved at them, in attempt to make them lift their heads up at me.

"Hey Varun!" They answered in unison, glancing up at me.

"Oh, hey Varun! You all right?" Abhishek Varman got up from his seat, as we dabbed each other.

"Yes, fine, thanks. I've checked up the schedule board." I said, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead.

"Well, what do you think? I've tried to make an equal distribution for this short final schedule, as Aditya is gonna join us in Indore tomorrow."

"No, it's great. I just thought we could schedule less hours for my scenes with Alia."

"What do you mean?"

"We won't take that much time doing our scenes together." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay, we'll leave that the way it is for now. We're gonna see how things go on set." I nodded at his words. Despite the electric tension between Alia and me, I was pretty sure we were going to do a great work together. She was such an amazing actress, I trusted her and her talents.

She could act a little childish and capricious sometimes, but when it came to work, she always nailed it. Looking down at my phone, I went down through the aisle until I bumped directly into someone from behind. The impact was so hard, it knocked my phone out of my hands and I knocked her sunglasses off. Fuck. It's Alia. We both reached to grab our items and I hurried to correct my mistake before she took things personally.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" Alia turned around to face me. She looked so freaking good, though just wearing a simple yellow hoodie. She glanced up at me, eyebrows drawn together. My heart skipped a beat, as she stood right in front of me. She seemed to be in a mood, or she was upset at me for bumping so abruptly into her, or she just was upset to see me at all.

"Whatever." She groaned, hanging her sunglasses around her hoodie.

If only she knew how much I'd missed her. If only she knew how much I wanted to sit next to her and spend the whole flight close to her. Fuck, if only she knew it. But instead of that, we went our separate ways, sitting on our own. The whole flight, I sneaked glances at her every now and then. Never I had seen such a beautiful chick. Shivers ran down my spine every time I got to look over at her.

Her eyes were shut and she had earphones in, clearly unaware of my stare. I mentally sighed, having silently hoped she would pay attention to me at least once. Soon enough, she seemed to have fallen asleep. Such an angel. She's even more adorable when she's asleep.

I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I somehow started to look a little like a creepy dude. But, I swear, it was painful to see her sitting all alone, while I could have been next to her, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair. It fucking hurt, thinking that this angel was still mine few days back. My fingers drummed against the top of my seat's armrests, a quiet nervous sigh leaving my mouth. You've really fucked up, Varun.

"And... Cut!" Abhishek Varman yelled, pressing the buzzer button.

I let out a relieved sigh as the scene ended. It was really tough for me, because I had to play a hardcore romantic scene with Alia. And, this whole thing brought some good memories back to me.

It kind of made me feel nostalgic, knowing we weren't going to get back this way ever again. Actually, it was up to her. For my part, I was determined to win her back. At least, before starting shooting for Kalank's final schedule, I'd been determined to make all the efforts to win her back.

But, her behaviour on set had thrown away all my hopes in a snap. It had been only 6 hours that the filming had begun, and I already knew that it was out. The possibilities of winning her back were all out.

I knew her inside out, and I knew the way she was behaving said it all. It was definitely over between us. She would completely ignore me on set, not even addressing me a single glance, laughing and joking around with the staff. She truly seemed happy without me, and it fucking hurt.

It hurt so bad. It felt like being stabbed straight in the heart. The woman I loved seemed happier without me. I was nervous because I wasn't sure if I should just ignore her or try to talk to her.

What should I do?

Nothing.

If there was a hope for winning her back, she would glance at me at least once.

But, she didn't.

The last words she'd told me repeated inside my head like a mantra. We're done, Varun. And I didn't know what was the more hurtful; the way she would avoid me, or the way her silence meant more than her words.

I lightly jogged off the set, completely mixed up by the romantic scene we'd just shot. I went over the snack table as my stomach growled for some food. I saw that there was one more Batla Kachori on the table, and it was my favourite snack from Indore.

I raced over there and quickly reached for it. Suddenly, somebody let out a loud frustrated groan next to me. My head snapped to the right to be met with an upset Alia, pouting and arms crossed across her chest. Oh, I guess she wanted that Batla Kachori. But, no way, I'm not gonna give her my favourite snack.

"Fuck," Alia cursed, irritatedly running her hands through her hair. So sexy when you're angry, baby. I uncontrollably smirked, taking a bite out of my Batla Kachori. "Fuck it. Just fuck it all."

As soon as I was done eating, I approached her with a kind smile, trying not to look awkward or nervous. Her face said it all. She was definitely upset, but maybe it was the right time to make the first move as we were only the two of us in there. My heart was pounding like crazy, and my throat went all dry. Shit. Fuck it. Fuck it all.

"Hey, you all right?" I asked politely, nervously putting my hands behind my back.

"Um... Really, I don't wanna talk to you." She sighed, flashing her palm at me. First punch in the face. Her words stomped straight my chest. My smile completely disappeared and I took a step away. "I don't wanna talk to you at all. And, it's totally legit, I guess."

"We... We..." I stuttered, completely destabilized by her unexpected reaction. "We can talk as two colleagues, you know? No need to be friends to have a small discussion."

"Even as a colleague, I don't wanna talk to you. You can understand that, right?" She shrugged her shoulders, briefly looking over at me. Second punch. This time, it felt like she'd stabbed my heart.

"We're supposed to communicate to work together, right?" I gestured between the both of us. "We can't be on our own like this. We need to have a certain contact with each other."

"Yeah, you're perfectly right. When it'll come to work, I'm gonna talk to you. Only for work, nothing more. But for now, you were going with your formalities, that's why I've said I didn't want to talk to you." Another punch in the face. She shut me up. She was sticking to her guns, and it was clearly impossible to even have a little discussion with her. It was like talking to a brick wall.

"Can't I ask my colleague how she's doing?" I frowned, raising my hands in defence.

"Varun, don't..." She paused, glaring at me. "Don't play this game. I'm really not in the mood."

"I'm not playing, I am really not. I asked you how you were doing because I heard you cursing next to me. You said 'fuck it all'."

"Because you heard me cursing, really?" She allowed her eyes to roll in a circular motion. "Cut the bullshit, Varun."

"That's true, I'm telling you!" I protested, slightly slamming the table.

"Such a liar you are!" She scoffed, clapping her hands together. "I've noticed you prowling around me and staring at me the whole time. I'm not blind!" Shit, I've been blown. You look like a creep dude, Varun.

"I didn't want to bother you, really." My cheek began to flush, and I scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment. "But, I thought we could, um... be great colleagues and eventually make a new start."

"I don't wanna talk to you, I've already told you. It's out." She snapped, her face holding complete exasperation. "You think it's as easy as that? After all that you've done to me, we're gonna start from zero? Be friends again and be close as we used to be? You're tripping, man!" Another punch in the face.

She was utterly angry with me, and I knew deep inside that there was nothing I could possibly do against that. Alia was a very vindictive person, always holding grudges and trying to get back at people who she thought had wronged her in some way.

When someone got to hurt her, she was very unwilling to forgive. She would turn into a complete different person, becoming mean, scornful and spiteful. I'd faced with this behaviour of her many times, and it was always a very hard time making it up to her.

"You can't keep work and private life separate, I guess?"

"What?"

"Look, you don't wanna talk to me because you see me as your ex-boyfriend, not as your colleague, acquaintance or whatever."

"It's not even about that, Varun. Stop trying to turn this around on me, okay? Because, it's not gonna work at all." She spat, pointing at me.

"What is about then?" I asked curiously.

"You... I..." She stammered, uncertain what to say. "I see you as my co-star, and that ends there. And to answer your previous comment, I never mix work and private life, and you know that. It's just that it's completely different with you." Different? What does she mean by that?

"Why?"

"Because... Because..." She started, but immediately trailed off. "And why do you even care?"

"I just care about the situation we're both in right now." I shrugged timidly, looking down. "You know, I just wished we would have been on good terms."

"We would never be on good terms, Varun. I'll never forget what you've done to me. Get it in your mind." She spit those words with such coldness, I felt a pang forming in my stomach.

What can I do? She'll never forgive me. I could swear I'd heard the sound of my heart breaking. It was like the pain kept building, and building, weighing down on me until I could feel it all on my cheat.

I considered saying something, but gave serious thought to whatever I was going to utter. I didn't want to fuck up again.

"Baby... Um... Alia..." Fuck, Varun. Why did you call her baby? Fuck you, man.

"Baby? Baby? Seriously? I'm not your baby!" Alia scrunched her face, looking askance at me. Wish you still were. I couldn't help but laughing at my silly mistake.

"I mean, Alia..." I suppressed a giggle, before continuing. "I'm sorry. I'm so badly sorry for what I've done, and every day I suffer thinking about that. I suffer without you. I suffer telling myself that we're never gonna be the same." I muttered, taking a step towards her. She merely responded with a shrug of her shoulders. Her face began to flush red, arms laying at her side, hands brushing up against the sides of thighs, as she started to suck in a deep breath.

"I don't give a fuck about your apologies, I've already told you. What don't you understand, uh?" She jeered, making wide gestures with her hands. I didn't know how many times my heart was going to break today. I really didn't know.

"And I don't care that you..." I paused, swallowing the lump that had formed in my dry throat. "I don't care that you don't give a fuck about my apologies. Alia, I'm not gonna give up on us. I want you to know that I'll do everything to win you back. Absolutely everything."

Her facial expressions completely changed, but I couldn't tell if she was either upset or the tiniest bit satisfied with my words. She nervously bit down her lip, glancing up at me. I felt my whole body shaking at the brief look she threw at me.

"But, I don't wanna you to win me back." A bitter laugh tumbled from her lips. "Just leave me alone. Please, leave me alone, Varun. Don't make it harder." Her voice came out as a beg, a plead.

"I'm not gonna give up. Get it in your mind." I smirked, echoing her words from earlier in attempt to be playful.

Her eyes locked on mine for a brief moment, still long enough for me. I felt like I was able to breathe again when I looked in her sparkling brown pupils, something that made my heart thumping against my chest.

Goosebumps took over my entire body, I'd missed this sensation. She's gorgeous, like the kind of gorgeous that seems unreal. No matter how hard she denied it, there was this little spark in her eyes that was telling me not to give up on us. Her mouth said something, while her eyes said something different.

"Leave me alone. I'm tired. Really, just leave me alone." She mumbled, before turning around and leave. I let out a pensive sigh, watching her talking with her make-up artist. I'm not giving up on us, Alia Bhatt. I'll never give up on us. I want you back.

SHRADDHA P.O.V

My driver made a left turn and picked a spot close to the building. I quickly grabbed my gym bag and hopped out of the car. I slammed the door shut and briefly waved at the paparazzi, before heading inside the gym.

Today, my beloved goof-ball of a best friend, Aditya Roy Kapur, had convinced me that coming to the gym with him to work out together would be a great idea. The worst idea.

Those "work out with buddies sessions" were not my cup of tea. I liked much better working out on my own, because I kept to my own schedule, going at my own pace and doing whatever I wanted to do.

Nevertheless, Adi had done everything to convince me to be his gym buddy for one day. And of course, being the nice best friend that I was, I'd said yes. But, to be honest, it didn't bother me much to work out with him, as long as I spent time with one of my favourite men.

I scanned the fitness room to see Aditya doing some practice punches with some guy I didn't know. I couldn't help but giggle as he started waving at me dramatically. Such a goofball. But, I like him though.

My eyes fell upon my best friend. He wore a simple black t-shirt, which revealed his chiseled chest, along with blue shorts, manspreading his long muscular legs. It would be a lie to say that this man didn't look incredibly sexy. Anyway, Shraddha.

"How's my favourite boxer doing?" I smiled at Aditya as he stopped his workout to greet me.

He let out a deep chuckle, before engulfing me into a quick embrace, not long enough though. He smelt like sweat and fresh cologne, and this mixture smelt so freaking good on him, weird as it may sound. I loved his kind of "man smell". It was insanely hot. Not too much fragrance or body spray, just what was needed.

"How's Dhairya Karwa's girlfriend doing?" Aditya teased, poking my ribs. I rolled my eyes, as blush began to creep up my cheeks. Taking Dhairya's name was enough to make me look like the biggest tomato. My boyfriend was my freaking weakness.

"You're not funny at all." I tried to slap his shoulder, but miserably failed as he stepped away at the same moment. "Well... Where do we start?" I asked, placing my hands on my waist.

"You... You want to start, right now?" He raised an eyebrow, caught off guard.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Why not?" He ran his hand through his sweaty hair and slightly giggled, shaking his head. Goddammit.

My heart fluttered at his laugh, I didn't even know why. Maybe it isn't even because of him, right? But, goddammit, he looked so insanely sexy, all sweaty and in sports clothing. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him working out, but every time his flawless looks hit differently.

"I don't think you're ready, Smurf." He said in his teacher tone, crossing his arms across his toned chest.

"You're kidding, right?" I playfully punched his shoulder.

"Ouch, what is that for? I didn't say anything!" He whined like a kid, rubbing his sore lower shoulder. I couldn't help but bursting out laughing at his reaction. This man was such a drama queen.

"Wow, so dramatic!"

"Well, well, okay, we're gonna start!" He raised his hands in defence, taking a step back from me as if he was afraid or something. I suppressed a laugh, looking over at him. "Alright, are you ready to get pumping?" He literally went from low tone to shouting in an instant, making me jump a little.

"What the fuck? You've scared me!" I held on my chest, my eyes going wide.

"Okay, so what I'm thinking is weights first as a warm up, and then I'll show you how to do some Sled Push." Adi began, listing off sets, jumps, and runs as he planned out what my workout consisted of.

I internally sighed; I hated his workout schedule, it wasn't the things I would usually do, but I didn't want to give off the vibe that I wasn't excited. Adi was so happy when I agreed to clmee in gym with him today. He wanted to show me some of his favourite work outs, so he could try and convince me to come more often along with him.

He helped me warm up by starting off with a light boxing set. I pulled on some boxing gloves and held my hands in front of my face, ready to start punching as Adi helped up punching pads strapped to his hands.

"Okay, Smurf, just start throwing some punches and we'll go from there." He said encouragingly, clapping his punching pads together.

My eyes mechanically looked him from head to toe, quickly checking him out. This hunk would be such a hot fitness coach. It was unfair, downright cruel, to watch Aditya Roy Kapur look incredibly sexy when he focused on workout. Drops of sweat tickled down his arms swollen by effort. It was impossible to ignore his beauty. Anyway, Shraddha. Focus on boxing.

"Like this?" I began to energetically aim for his hands, throwing fists left and right.

"Wow, what the fuck! That's a lot of strength!" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows. I groaned frustratingly at his joke, and ducked his hands even harder, causing him to let out a small squeal. I cracked up at his over the top reaction, this guy was such a goof-ball.

I started to tuck and weave a little more as my best friend danced with my punches, busting a few punches himself towards me to keep me on my toes. Smirking, he blocked another punch and ducked down, throwing me over his shoulder. I yelled his name out in surprise as he laughed at my reaction, poking my ribs. Silly boy.

"Adi! What the fuck are you doing? Put me down!" I squeaked at him as he carried me around the gym. He didn't respond, but only continued to laugh at me. "Aditya! Put... P-Put me down!" I yelled at him between fit of giggles.

"Why should I?" He scoffed, tightening his grip around my legs. "I love carrying you on my shoulder. I really do."

"Just put me down!" I whined, moving like a maniac. He finally dropped me down back to the floor and I playfully slapped him on the chest. He loved teasing me so much, definitely one of his favourite hobbies.

I didn't know if he had the same bond with his girlfriend Manushi. I had no idea what happened in their relationship as he never talked much about her, always avoiding my questions or the topic. It was a little weird, I got to admit. He had been so enthusiastic and happy at the beginning of their relationship, but now he seemed just off. Something wasn't right. I just hoped they would make the good decision for their own sake, either keeping up with that relationship or breaking up.

But to be honest, they came out a bit as a weird couple, not spending much time together, not meeting each other's friends, not going on dates, doing their stuffs on their own like two single people. For example, I had never met Manushi even though I was Aditya's best friend and closest person to him. It didn't sound right. Anyway, that wasn't my business, but I just didn't want her to hurt my best friend. The day Adi would ever want to talk, I was going to be right there, willing to listen.

"I love teasing you, little Smurf." He smiled ever so brightly, poking my nose.

His sweet smile made me smile on my own. He's so freaking cute. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me a little closer. I felt so good around my best friend, it was almost unreal. I craved for the effect Aditya Roy Kapur had on me.

"Hey, why so close, huh?" I glanced up at him, as a smirk hopped on his lips.

"Don't you like when you're close to me?" Aditya teasingly yanked me even closer to his toned chest, as we walked in another gym room. I felt myself blushing hard at his unexpected gesture, hoping he didn't notice the redness colouring my cheeks. Would he stop teasing me like that?

"We look like a freaking couple, I don't like that." I scrunched my face, swiftly pushing him away.

"Oh..." He pretended to be offended, spreading his hand over his chest. His face caused me to chuckle a little. "I forgot about Dhairya, I'm sorry. I got a little carried away."

"You're such a goof-ball, I swear." I shook my head, playfully glaring at him.

"Huh? Am I?" The innocence in his voice was so endearing. Not to mention, the bewildered expression taking over his eyes and mouth which was the most comical thing. "That's mean." He grumbled, giving me a shove in the arm. I flinched in mock horror, my eyes turning wounded.

"Hey! It wasn't supposed to be mean, and you know it!" I shoved his tall muscular body back, earning myself a small giggle from him.

"It means I'm silly. A goof-ball is a stupid person." His fingers slightly rubbed against my sides, and I couldn't help the laugh that spilled from my lips.

"Do not fucking touch me!" I pushed on his chest with all my strength. "You know I'm better at this than you." He raised an eyebrow as I adopted a boxing stance, with both fists raised in front of my face.

"Really?" My best friend chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You really don't wanna do this," He warned, as I started to pull and push at him.

"No," I huffed, hands trying to make him fall on the sports mat. "I really do."

"You started a war, Shra. You asked for it!" He looked over his shoulder at me as he sized me up.

"You..." Before the words could even fully escape my mouth, Adi had a hand on my waist. Gently, he hit me around the knees and braced my fall to the sports mat as I wiggled beneath him, fit of giggles taking over the both of us.

"I warned you!" A playful smirk already beginning to form on his face as he got onto his knees, ready to fight me. His large veiny hands were poised, ready to move the instant I made a move for him.

"What the... That's not fair, I wasn't even ready!" I whined. "You're too tall! That's fucking not fair! Asshole!"

"You're too small!" He scoffed, his hands reaching down for my legs. "Did you really think you could take me in a fight?"

For a few seconds neither of us moved, watching one another for even the slightest movement. Then, suddenly, I dove for his waist, one arm wrapping around to hold him in place while I tried to tickle his ribs. His ribs, I remembered him foolishly telling me, was the only place he was ticklish.

Unfortunately for me, Adi seemed to sense that my next move would be to aim for his one weakness, for he quickly pinned my arms above my head.

"You look like a giant! I hate you!" I gasped, wriggled against him, trying to break free.

"Give up?" He taunted me, eyes swimming with amusement as he watched me, holding my hands up to my face. He shook his head at my antics, rolling his eyes.

"Not quite," I breathed, rushing at him again.

His hands caught mine, and for a few seconds we both pushed against each other, trying to get the other one to give and slip back. I laughed in the close proximity, Aditya grinning as he tried to reach and tickle my sides while holding me off with his other hand.

We were both panting, as we gazed at each other. His eyes held a certain soft, fondness in them when he looked at me. I felt a shiver running down my spine at the sight of his deep affection.

"Look, I'm being nice," In a swift movement, he tugged me to my feet. "Is it better now?" He teasingly asked, a smirk flashing across his lips.

I stuck out my tongue at him in response. I knew there was absolutely no way in this world I'd be able to beat Aditya, but damn I liked looking at him when his arms were flexed and those veins popped up in his hands. Shraddha, control.

"That's better." I mumbled, slightly punching his shoulder.

"Don't dare doing this again!" He warned, as I bursted out laughing, running away like a coward.

"No, no! Please, Adi! I'm sorry!" He started running after me around the whole gym room. The best gym buddies, for sure.

Scrolling through Instagram, my fingers tapped aimlessly, eyes not even registering the view in front of me, automatically liking without carefully looking at any picture. I sighed to myself, nothing better to do to pass time on my way back home. When suddenly, I saw a new post of Dhairya. Shit, he looks so hot. I mechanically double tapped, a smile hopping on my lips and my heart beating faster. I couldn't help but let a little comment on his new picture.

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Reaching my apartment, I walked through the door, hoping that Dhairya didn't leave for work yet so we could spend some more time together. Glancing at the couch, I saw him sitting there, focused on his phone.

"Hey babe!" I chirped, placing my keys on the small table.

"Lost track of time, did you?" His voice held complete seriousness, almost anger, as he didn't even bother to look up at me. "Where have you been?"

"Oh, I was at the gym with Adi." I shrugged my shoulders, heading over to Dhairya to give him a kiss, but he moved his head so my lips landed on his cheek. What the hell? "Um, what's wrong, babe?"

"What's wrong, huh?" He chuckled manically, raising from his seat, arms crossed over his chest. I looked over at him incredulously, not having a single clue why he would be acting like this. "You've left me there alone! I didn't even know where the hell you were, who you were with, what you were doing!"

"Come on, baby!" I giggled at his cute angry face, reaching for him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I'm not kidding! I really am not kidding, Shraddha!" He glared at me and roughly pushed me away, causing my arms to fall by my sides.

I thought he might be kind of pranking me, but he clearly was not. He genuinely was upset, not to say furious. I stared at him in utter confusion, he used to be so calm and composed, it wasn't like him. I didn't understand why he was being like this, I hadn't done anything wrong.

"But, what have I done, babe?" I sighed, completely confused.

"Don't fucking act, okay! Don't!" He snapped, his eyes focused on me, his brows showing how upset he was. I was just standing there, totally frozen. "You left without even telling me where you were going!" I jumped away, eyes wide with shock. I hadn't expected him to yell at me and I wasn't sure if he even realised what he'd done. His eyes had gone dark and his expression hardened. It is not my Dhairya.

"You were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you up. What's up with you?"

"And so what? That's not a way of doing things!" He scolded, moving further away from me. "You should have woken me up! You left like some thief, not telling me where you were going! That's not a fucking way of doing things!" He stated angrily, my eyes going even wider at his outburst.

I had never seen him mad ever before. I didn't know about this impulsive side of him, and I really didn't like it at all. I didn't need a boyfriend who was going to shout at me for everything and anything like I was some sort of kid. It was such a turn-off.

"Why are you getting so mad, babe? I've already told you, you were sleeping and I thought I would make it quick, so I haven't woken you up." I explained myself, exhaling heavily before speaking again. "But if you really took it the wrong way, I'm sorry for that, baby."

"I don't fucking care about your apologies! That's not what I expect from you!" His face drained of all colours, his soft features hardening into rage. His hands were balled into fists, as his eyes turned dark and full of anger.

All that shouting for such a little futile story? He was acting like I had partied the whole night and I had come home at 5 in the morning, when I had just been at gym with my best friend. I got to admit that I really didn't understand his behaviour. That wasn't the Dhairya I usually had at home, the one who was all caring and patient. That wasn't the Dhairya I loved. That wasn't him. And this side of him scared me in a way.

I hated fighting. I hated conflicts and I was always running from it. I always tried to solve problems if occurred in a calm way. I didn't like drama. I didn't like shouting. I didn't like unnecessary fits of jealousy. I just wanted a relationship where my boyfriend would be able to control his temper and have a discussion to clear the air about whatever the problem was.

I wanted a relationship based on communication in order to avoid misunderstandings. Whenever we felt that something was going wrong between the two of us, we should be able to just sit and have a word about the situation, without yelling, without getting mad. But from what I'd seen today, Dhairya was clearly unable to act this way.

"What do you exactly expect from me, huh?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I expect you to understand my way of thinking and never repeat this mistake again!" He frantically pointed at me. I was completely taken aback by his words and wide gestures.

Never repeat this mistake again? Is it such a big deal to leave my house to go to the gym, while my boyfriend is still sleeping? Is it that such big of a deal?

"Mhm... Yeah, I'm sorry." I mumbled, not having the energy to go on with that stupid fight.

"I'm your boyfriend! You're in a relationship with me now, you're not single anymore!" He paused, throwing me a death glare before continuing. A deep feeling of anxiety settled in my belly, making my whole body flinch. I just wanted to run away from the discussion, but I couldn't, knowing how genuinely mad Dhairya was. "You have to tell me everything from where you're going to who you're going with!"

"You're making such a drama out of this little story!" I protested, running my hand across my face in frustration.

"What?" He took a step towards me, as I mechanically stepped away. His head shook and he lightly chuckled. "Imagine if something bad did happen to you, uh?" His voice suddenly lowered, as he looked at me in the eyes. His eyes were full of sincerity and genuine concern. Those pair of eyes made my heart skip a beat.

And soon enough, I began to feel utterly guilty. He was maybe right, I should have told him about that. I should have not left like some thief. I saw his side, he wasn't being possessive for no reason and throwing a tantrum just like that, he had been worried about me the whole morning, not knowing where I had been and with who.

I had acted like an idiot. I felt guilt stabbing my heart. Dhairya was such a good boyfriend, all caring and kind. How could I behave like this towards him? I'd made him angry, acting like a fucking kid, leaving home without telling him. He must have been genuinely worried about me. Fuck, Shraddha. I was in the wrong for that, and I didn't even know how I could make it up to him.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm really sorry. You're right." I muttered, shamefully avoiding eye contact with him.

"Of course, I am." Dhairya scoffed, frustratedly pulling his hair. "I've been worried all morning, to tell the truth. I'm not the kind of boyfriend who stalks and curbs his girlfriend or shit, don't believe that. I want the best for you. But I can't help but being very protective about you. I just don't wanna anything bad to happen to my girlfriend, right? Fuck, Shraddha, just tell me where you're going next time, so I won't get concern." He deeply sighed, leaning against the back of the couch. I felt a huge pinching in my heart. You're so fucking stupid, Shraddha.

"Baby, I didn't mean to get you worried, okay? I'm sorry, I really am." I breathed, reaching for his arm, but he immediately pulled away. That's harsh.

"Let me calm down, Shraddha. Just let me calm down." He exhaled a sharp breath, his eyes to the ground. "I hope this mistake will make you think." He mumbled, before storming out of the living room, leaving me standing in the middle of there. You've fucked up, Shraddha.

SIDHARTH P.O.V

Finally. I was on my day off. After such long rough days of shooting Marjaavaan, I was finally on my day off, as we'd wrapped the final schedule of the film. It had been such a great experience, working on this one. It was a refreshing change from all roles that I'd ever played. And, I just hoped it was going to be appreciated by the audience, considering that my last film, Jabariya Jodi, had got poor reviews and tanked at the box office.

Over that month, I had been constantly working. If it was not shooting, it was an interview, film promotions, a photoshoot, attending an event. Always something to fill up my day. But now that I was off for a little while, I'd planned nothing but taking some rest and spending more time with my friends and family. It was all that mattered now.

Stepping into my pad, returning home from my daily work out at the gym, my eyes scanned the space with distaste. I had come back to what appeared to be an empty household. Coming home to my empty couch, empty kitchen and very empty bed felt really weird.

However, loneliness wasn't necessarily something that bothered me much, especially in my case. I enjoyed being gifted with calm time by myself, which often gave me the occasion to finish important duties or simply relax, watching some series on my own. But, today was different. I felt utterly lonely.

"Hey there Oscie! What's up, my tiger?" I bended down and petted Oscar, peppering kisses all over his head. "Haven't you got bored all alone at home?" My pet dog glanced over at me with sleepy eyes and walked away, seeming completely disinterested by my small talk. I bursted out laughing at his "not give a damn" attitude.

Dropping my gym bag at the front door, I kicked off my shoes off carelessly before making my way straight to the bathroom to take a shower. My showers had been doubling in length, perhaps in hope that the heat of the water would scald the past couple of days off my skin. Or maybe it was just to feel something other than the hurt.

Now here I was, sitting alone in my empty house. Nobody else, just my dog and me. The apartment felt so cold, almost gloomy. The house was terribly empty, and it made my heart ache so badly. My eyes began to dart over the living room, memories once again flooding my mind.

I missed her. I missed Kriti so much, and it damn hurt. I didn't feel like being at home anymore without her. No matter how smooth things were going, life was so empty without her by my side. Everything, absolutely everything, reminded me of her, from the bed, as well as the dressing, to the left side of the couch where she would always sit to watch TV, snuggled up against my chest.

Since she came into my life, everything had changed, now I couldn't live without her. Every single day spent away from her was unbearable. The empty house seemed so cold. I only wanted her near me all the time. I only wanted to hold her all the time, never letting her go.

It had been just one week and a half since we last met. But still, it had me feeling all hollow and dismal. I never wished this whole thing to happen. I never wished to be in such a tough situation. I missed Kriti like crazy and loved her. I never wished to even hurt her the tiniest bit.

There was a mountain of silence between the two of us, and this silence was killing me. We needed to have a clear discussion to settle things, eventually allowing us to work on ourselves to rekindle the relationship. I really didn't want to give up on us, even after all that had happened. I knew deep inside that this love was worth it. This woman was worth it.

So many times over those past days, I had been tempted to pull out my phone to call her or message her to ask her to meet for a discussion. But, every single time, the last bit of anger and pride was always coming up, and I would end up not doing any efforts.

The only good thing about that "silence radio" was undoubtedly the fact that I'd realised I couldn't live without Kriti. This whole situation allowed me to question myself and realised that I needed her in my life.

Of course, our relationship wasn't perfect, no any was perfect. Every relationship had ups and downs. But at the end of the day, if the bond was strong enough to overcome the obstacles, then it was worth fighting for. Talking things over was a better solution than throwing it all away.

We were both in the wrong for this situation. I wasn't more in the wrong than she was, or vice versa. We were two people in a relationship, so we were both equally in the wrong for different reasons. Kriti for undeniably being over possessive and jealous about everything and anything.

My every single behaviour could start World War, when it wasn't even such big of a deal. She didn't trust me. She felt utterly insecure whenever I would even glance or talk to a chick, or even be next to a person of the opposite sex. Whenever I was going out with some friends or travel for shooting and stuff, she would become paranoid.

I remembered the day she had thrown a tantrum at me, coming back home from an awards ceremony, because I've had "the misfortune" to be seated besides Sara Ali Khan the whole event. She'd blamed me for being too flirty and chatty with Sara, when I hadn't even behaved the tiniest bit flirtatious towards her. It was all in Kriti's mind again, thinking I was always going to cheat on her or something.

I felt like being in jail and it was the main reason why we argued most of the times. Her constant insecurities were literally eating up our relationship little by little, and it was no good at all. Jealousy was never healthy at all in a couple. Even if I had kind of done something to break her trust, lying to her face about my dating past; if she was constantly suspicious of my motives and whereabouts, it wasn't going to help either.

I didn't know where those trust issues came from, but her insecure and possessive nature kind of frightened me off. And, if she didn't work on that, I believed our couple couldn't possibly last any longer.

On the other side, I got to admit that I had my part of responsibility in this situation. I wasn't all innocent. I should have not lied to her about my past. It was a fact, and I was able to acknowledge my mistakes now. Lying in a relationship was a turn-off, and I completely understood her side.

I'd behaved like an asshole, all stubborn and not caring about my partner's feelings, when she truly was hurt by my actions. I loved her and I should respect her emotions. I should fully support her whenever she would even feel the tiniest bit hurting, whether caused by my behaviours or my words.

I needed to be more empathic on certain things. But, it wasn't always easy. For her part, she needed to give me more space and respect my private world. I didn't want to share everything with her, and it was all fair in my opinion. I wanted to keep some stuffs to myself, and it was all fair.

She also needed to work on her jealous nature and tried to trust me a little more, even though it was going to be tough after all that had been happening lately.

I wanted Kriti, only her, I could never repeat this enough. All the other girls were all in the past now, and I only wanted to build something steady and strong with the woman I was in love with. I didn't give a fuck about Kiara, Jacqueline or Alia. The day Kriti had walked into my life, everything had changed. I saw only her.

And, all she might think about Kiara and me was completely untrue. We had never gone on a date together. Media had been talking shit again, and she'd believed that. Or maybe, it just Kiara's PR creating useless headlines to hype our Shershaah's pair, as the film was releasing in a couple of months now. But, either way, it was totally untrue.

We weren't dating, we weren't getting back together. We were only good friends, and it ended there. That day, we've had dinner with some mutual friends of ours. Then, I'd dropped her home as she lived pretty close to my pad in Bandra. It ended there. She hadn't stayed the night at my home or whatever shit media had told. I hadn't cheated on Kriti, and I would never.

For now, all I wanted to do was winning her back. I wanted her back. I wanted to fix things between us. I was going to do everything in my power, make every effort to win her heart back. I was going to work on myself to make things better between the two of us.

Although, I couldn't figure out exactly what I should do or the perfect words to say. I thought I would plan a little romantic date at home, or maybe just offering her a bouquet of roses while we would just sit down and have an honest discussion about the whole situation. I hadn't really made up my mind yet. But, I wanted to plan something cute though.

My hands felt a little sweaty as I grabbed my phone and clicked on Kriti's contact, saved as "My Sunshine Girl". I sighed, staring at the screen, not knowing exactly what to tell her. This first move must be sweet and cordial, not something too much. I figured out she was still mad at me, considering what had happened a few days ago, my supposed date with Kiara. So, I decided to play it safe, not saying shit or useless stuffs. I typed and retyped the message I wanted to send, before being completely satisfied with this.

Hey,
hope ur okay
I've been thinking
abt us and I was
wondering
if you'd be up to come
over to have a little
discussion

I wud really love to see u

1:01 pm

I let out a satisfied sigh, laying down on the couch. I turned on the TV, absent-mindedly watching some random film, waiting for her to reply. And not much later, my phone went off, telling me I'd got a new notification. This simple vibration restart my heart like an AED stuck to my chest, sending me pulses to remember that they were even more intense than they used to be.

My Sunshine Girl ☀️❤

Hey,
Ikr we need
to have a discussion

1:09 pm

What's up with u?

1:10 pm

An uncontrollable smile hopped on my lips, reading her answer. The only sound I could hear was my own heart pounding loudly against my chest like a drum. I had missed those sensations. I had missed her text messages. I had missed her so freaking much.

i'm gud :)

you?

1:11 pm

All is fine with me

1:13 pm

When are you free?

1:14 pm

u can come over

whenever u want

i'm all free

1:15 pm

Ok, I'll let you

knw

1:17 pm

On Saturday?

1:20 pm

Yeah, that's gud

1:20 pm

i'm gonna plan smt

1:21 pm

No need
to plan anything
that's fine

1:22 pm

I don't wanna
anything

1:23 pm

Well... Ok

1:24 pm

Ur tough lol

1:25 pm

I'm easy
not tough

1:26 pm

I don't wanna you to
plan a date or
stuff
I just wanna have
a discussion
and that's all

1:27 pm

I'm also gonna pick up
my stuffs

1:28 pm

A heavy feeling settled into my chest, as I raised an eyebrow questioningly at her last message. What does she mean by that? Why does she want to pick up her things at my home?

Alr

1:30 pm

Why u wanna

pick up ur stuffs?

1:31 pm

Isn't this what
we planned?

1:32 pm

No, we

nvr planned smt like

that

1:32 pm

Yes, we did
remember your last
message

1:33 pm

Ikr

but it isn't the

same topic now

1:34 pm

Why so?

1:34 pm

Cause

I wanna have a

discussion with u

and settle things down

1:35 pm

And I wanna pick up
my stuffs

1:36 pm

Oh shit. She didn't seem very receptive to my first move. She appeared to be still very mad. But, I was pretty sure I could win her back and make her change her mind about our relationship. I wasn't going to give up at all.

See u on

Saturday then :)

1:38 pm

See u

Take care

1:39 pm

Take care :)

1:40 pm

Read

I smiled sheepishly at my phone screen, happy with my small text conversation with Kriti. She wasn't very open though, but that was a good start. Somehow I still had hope about us. I knew deep down I would get to win her back very soon.

And for that, I wasn't going to let this go. I wanted her back, and I was going to do every efforts to make it happen. We weren't going to break up for such a stupid story, which didn't deserve all that attention. We needed to both move on together and start all over again, forgetting about the past.

"Oscie, my boy, you miss mommy too?" I gently petted my dog's head, as he let out a small bark. "I'll assume that's a yes. She'll be back soon, tiger." I chuckled, pecking his forehead. I want you back, Kriti Sanon.

ALIA P.O.V

A huge "Kalank cake" was placed on the buffet table as everyone congratulated and celebrated with each other. After many months of hard and exhausting work, the making of Kalank was over. It was a bittersweet moment for me and my cast mates, as we weren't going to see one another anymore at the filming. But to be honest, I was quite relieved, almost happy, to be done with this film shooting.

Over the whole process, I had been terribly stressed out and under pressure, scared of not being good enough, scared of not being able to handle it, scared of not being able to keep up with the other members of the cast, such as Madhuri Ma'am, Varun and Sanjay Sir.

Many times before going to the filming, I would have a massive panic attack. It'd exactly happened the same when I kicked start shooting for Gangubai Kathiawadi. I felt like I had a lot of pressure on myself, and I would never be able to fully handle it. The pressure to success was really tremendous, and it scared me in a way.

The wrap up party had been going great, the cast and crew were laughing and joking around together. And Aditya being Aditya, was telling stories about the set life, the embarrassing moments of the shooting, and what pranks someone had played.

"It's Alia!" Aditya exclaimed, vehemently shaking his head.

"No yaar, I'm telling you, it's Kiara!" Varun protested, lightly slamming the table. I rolled my eyes at their little argument about who had the most awkward moment on set. This two were definitely the childish guys I had ever known. They were as bad as each other.

Adi had been pranking everyone on set throughout the filming, that was his thing. When you get to work with him, you just can't escape from that. I remembered he'd placed a fake snake in my trailer on day one. During the shot of Varun's most important scene, the noise from a whoopee cushion had loudly rung out, which he had actually hidden in the decor.

"Do you guys remember when..." Adi began, causing everybody gathered around to turn their attention to him.

"Oh God, here he goes again." I facepalmed, letting out a giggle.

"When I've been knocking repeatedly at Alia's trailer door, when she was asleep. And the chick thought it was some ghosts or shit, and started yelling and crying inside!" He scoffed, pointing his finger over at me. "She went like 'please, leave me alone! I'm scared! Please, please!'" He dramatically mimicked me, making everybody laughing. I covered my face with one hand, blushing with embarrassment. He loves embarrassing me, doesn't he?

"It was scaring, asshole! It really was! You made freakishly-scary noises!" I groaned, slapping his shoulder.

"Don't fucking hit me, that hurts!" He pouted, shoving my side before stepping away a little. "You're a chicken! A little chicken!"

"Just shut up! And, you're a sissy! I haven't even hit you hard!"

"A sissy? What? I'm not a sissy!" He chuckled, giving me a light slap on the forehead. "You're Varun's favourite chicken anyway." Aditya teased, gripping my waist and pulling me towards Varun, who was leaning against the bar counter, a cocktail in his hand. Fucking shit. I hate him.

Our eyes briefly met. I looked down at the ground, not wanting to get lost into his chocolate pupils again. Noticing my action, Varun smirked like a devil, taking a sip out of his drink. Fucking shit. I'm pathetic.

It had been more than 3 days now that Varun was trying by all means possible to win me back. And, I got to admit that I started letting my guard down. I felt utterly ashamed, so weak, to fall for his game so easily. How could I not? Every single day, he was coming up with different ideas to try and win my heart back.

He would send a bouquet of flowers to my trailer, each set had a different note attached. My trailer was beginning to look a lot like a floral shop in spring and summer.

He would prepare my breakfast, making sure there was my favourite things and a rose along with it. He would talk to me every now and then, but still giving me the space I needed. He would always whisper a sweet compliment in my ear, smile at me, plan little dates for the both of us where we were going to have a small discussion.

Over those past days, he'd showed me how much he'd matured, how much he'd changed, being less childish, less impulsive, more patient. He proved his love for me every day, and that was what I had been asking for.

I missed him terribly, but it was going to take more than flowers, romantic breakfasts and blowing up my phone to win me back. On one side, I truly wanted to forgive him and start all over again, as my heart was telling me to do so.

But on the other side, I felt so weak to run back to the guy who was constantly hurting me. My heart wanted, yet my mind couldn't get over his mistake. But at the end of the day, I was suffering from the situation.

I loved Varun like crazy. The pain I felt everyday was like I had been shot in the chest and there was a remaining hole, never closing. I didn't know what hurt the most, his mistake or not being with him. I couldn't tell what hurt the most. And, I wasn't sure if I would be able to fully forgive him someday.

If I do forgive him, is he going to make this mistake again?

Is he going to take me for granted?

Is he pretending to be all nice, mature and stuff to only win me back?

The wrap up party was in full swing, music blasting from stereos. I shook a leg a little with Aditya, and I couldn't help but thinking about Varun. I was usually dancing and having fun with him, but he didn't even say a word to me since the beginning of the party.

He would only try to catch my eye from the distance. I didn't know what he was up to though. Every now and then we would make eye contact, my heart skipped a beat. It made me feel so warm.

Suddenly, a hand put on my shoulder, causing me to jump a bit. I turned my head over my shoulder, looking up at Varun. My stomach fluttered at his cute little smile. He looks so cute. I miss you so freaking much.

"Hey," Varun said softly, waving at me. "Can we talk?" God, finally.

"Yes, sure." I nodded right away at his words.

"Great," He mumbled, a smirk hopping on his lips.

We walked away from the blasting party, looking for a quiet place for the both of us. I couldn't help but throwing glances at him every now and then, thinking about how hot he looked tonight in this black shirt. His well-groomed beard made my knees go weak. It made him look even fucking sexier. I loved the way it tickled my cheeks when we got to kiss. God, I miss his kisses so much. I miss his lips so much.

He finally looked up, my eyes locking on his for a brief moment. I smiled and looked down at my feet, my cheeks heating up at the intense eye contact we've just had. I felt like I was able to breathe again when I was staring into his dazzling brown pupils, something that was just indescribable and incredible.

That connection was so precious, so deep, so strong, so intense. It was a feeling of alignment and intimacy that went beyond just physical attraction, having fun together, or even common points. Instead, it felt like we were connecting on a deeper soul level, and it felt kind of secure connecting that deeply. It felt like having found my soul mate. It felt like whatever it was going to happen between the two of us, we were always going to come back for each other.

"I've been wanting to talk to you all day." I admitted, giving him a shy smile.

"What do you want to tell me?" He asked bluntly, running his hand through his hair.

"I don't know, so many things actually." I shrugged, crossing my arms across my chest and glancing back at him.

"I'm all ears."

"Um..." I deeply sighed, before speaking again. "I really appreciate the efforts you made. You worked on yourself, and I've noticed it. You've been very patient to me, listening to me and making cute little gestures every single day, but never crossing the line though. I appreciate that."

"I'm gonna keep making efforts." He genuinely stated, looking deep into my eyes. The way he was looking at me could do things to me which I couldn't explain in words. Why does he have such pretty eyes? Now I was so lost in them, I didn't remember where I was going with this.

"Um, yeah... But you're not the only one though, I should making efforts too." I mumbled, pursing my lips in thought, before continuing. "We're two people in a relationship, you can't be the only one making efforts."

"But, I'm in the wrong for this situation, right? So, I should be the only one making efforts to make up for my mistake." He cleared his throat harshly, taking a step towards me and placing his hand over my waist.

I swallowed nervously. My heart stopped at his touch. I looked up at him, the guy I was crazy about, his eyes staring at mine. His eyes were a brown colour, but a golden brown, the kind of brown so gleaming and intense that you could easily get lost in. Butterflies flew through my body, causing me to let out an uncontrollable gasp.

"You're right. You admit your mistakes, and I really appreciate." I nodded, allowing for silence to fall between the two of us, eyes speaking for themselves. "But, you've really hurt me. Like really really..." I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He muttered, tears welling up his so beautiful eyes. I could feel his deep guilt and sorrow through his body gestures, and his intense stare. It was a simple statement said so many times, though I knew how much he truly meant those words.

"I know, I know." I answered, my hand reaching up and resting on his chest. "Just don't pull something like that again, please." He vehemently nodded at my words, smiling sadly. I had missed him so much. I had missed being so close to him. I wanted him back now. I wanted us back. I couldn't live without this man.

"By the way, I've to do something." His hands fell from my waist quickly as Varun stepped away from me. He took out his phone, grinning sheepishly. I squinted my eyes at him and furrowed my eyebrows, confused and intrigued at the same time. What is he going to do again? Another cute surprise? He lightly cleared his throat, before speaking. "Siri, who is the woman of my life?"

I bursted out laughing at his question, playfully rolling my eyes. I stared over at him, as his eyes were glued to the screen, waiting for an answer. A huge smile was plastered to his face. And, it made my heart sway, my body shaking. Damn, I've missed that happy face. He looks so excited, like a little kid at Christmas.

"Interesting question, Varun. Looking for the woman of your life..." The male robotic voice replied.

"Oh, it's a new Apple update. I wanted to try it." He cheekily smiled at me. I raised an eyebrow as I giggled in the palm of my hand. Such a silly boy.

"Varun, the woman of your life is standing right next to you." He dramatically gasped, acting as if he was surprised while I held on to my stomach, dying from laughter. What the fuck is that?

"You're so silly, you really are." I suppressed a chuckle, feeling my cheeks blushing hard. "So, I'm the woman of your life, uh?" He shrugged, his smile big, wide and triumphant. His eyes were filled with brightness and his dimples prominent. Shivers travelled down my whole body, as I bit my lower lip shyly. I melt away at his cuteness. I love that guy so bad.

"Yes, you are. You are the woman of my life." Just a few steps forward and he'd closed the distance between us. His hands brought my face to his and I just went along with it.

His lips found mine again after one week and a half apart, and I tried to feel as much of him as possible. My fingers were in his hair as I held his warm body against mine. His lips slightly opened, looking for my tongue.

I smiled against his mouth. I was captivated by the moment. He bit my lip before taking it deeper. His playful tongue reached mine, I held my breath. The kiss was gentle, passionate and endearing. I've missed those sweet lips.

"Do you forgive? Can you give us another chance?" Varun muttered so softly, stroking my cheeks.

"Yes, yes to everything" I giggled, biting onto my bottom lip as I ran my hands up his chest. Relief flooded his face and he smiled brightly. His lips gently brushed against mine, as he lifted me up and spun me around, causing both of us to burst out laughing.

"I love you so much, Alu," The man of my life breathed, staring deeply into my eyes. I felt my stomach flutter and my cheeks heating up again at those words. I could never get enough of him telling me that ever so sincerely.

"I love you too." I cooed, before pulling him into another long passionate kiss. I'm not gonna let you go now, Varun Dhawan.

ADITYA P.O.V

I went out through the back of the airport, so I didn't get caught by paparazzi and fans. I was exhausted and I looked terrible, messy hair, dark circles under the eyes and cheap outfit. Grey skull t-shirt, red shorts and pair of flip-flops. I was really ugly, and if I showed up like this in the middle of the airport, I would possibly scared off the people there. A real walking dead.

I walked in my car, greeting my driver who was waiting for me for a little while now. I sat and fastened the seat belt. As soon as he started the vehicle, I felt myself dozing off, my eyelids getting heavy and my whole body becoming like noodles. I'm so fucking exhausted, that's crazy. Everything was doing fine, when suddenly Manushi came in my dreams. Oh shit. She invaded my thoughts and my dreams again.

I saw her standing in front of me, hands on the hips and an upset expression plastered to her face. She was shouting total gibberish stuffs, and all I could understand was that she believed I'd been cheating on her with Shraddha. Doesn't Dhairya exist? I kind of wish he doesn't.

A loud traffic noise jolted me awake from my deep sleep. My dream seemed so real, it was almost scaring. I squinted my eyes, trying to adjust to the daylight hitting through the car windows.

But the real reality came back with a kick, and a ringtone. My phone was vibrating in my pocket as the low melody played. Hoping it would be anybody but Manushi, I grabbed the phone. Nooooo. Why now? No, there's no way I'm answering this call.

Unfortunately, it was indeed my hysterical "girlfriend". I decided to disregarded it, and attempted to get back sleeping, slowly closing my eyes. When out of the blue, my device went off again, this time with a new notification. I reluctantly unlocked the screen to see a new message from Manushi.

Manushi Chhillar

How come you're
ignoring me?

7:37 pm

Since the day
you've left 4
Kalank shoot
you're ignoring
my calls

7:38 pm

I deeply sighed, rubbing my temples. What should I tell her? To be honest, I just wanted to break up. Our relationship wasn't working the way it should, and it was eating up both of us.

We were constantly arguing, and there were only rare few moments we would cuddling and getting along with each other. I was sick of trying for something that wasn't even worth it. Manushi wasn't worth it. She wasn't the one. I didn't feel that deep connection and it said it all. She was too immature, too childish, too young, too selfish, not caring about anyone else but her.

She clearly didn't know how to act in a relationship, supposedly to make things work out. She was unsupportive and acting like a child. And all that drama really started to get on me, that was why I'd made up my mind about that relationship.

I didn't want to be hurt anymore, and also I didn't want her to be hurt by my actions and my words. So, the better thing for the two of us was a break up. It wasn't always easy breaking that news to somebody, but it must be done.

Yeah, sorry

7:42 pm

Why so?

Explain yf

7:42 pm

You left me
hanging
If you've got
an explan 4 this
now's the moment

7:43 pm

I feel

we aren't

compatibles

and that rs isn't

working 4 me

7:44 pm

I enjoyed getting

to knw u but

I am not feeling a

real connection

between us

7:45 pm

I don't mean to hurt u

but I'm breaking up

I wish u the

best in the future tho

7:46 pm

Fucking go to hell

You're disgusting

Fucking asshole

7:47 pm

You're ignoring me
then breaking up?
Why didn't u tell me
earlier?

7:48 pm

You're so fucking
disgusting

Fucking mf

7:49 pm

Here we go again with the insults. What's the use to be so vulgar?

Cause

I've been thinking

a lot abt us over

those 4 days apart

7:50 pm

I don't feel guilty tho

7:51 pm

I wanna end things

and that's my right

to do so

7:52 pm

You've used me
enough
over these
last 4 months
now you're
throwing me
away
How funny

7:56 pm

You've used me
to fix
your tanked career
Nobody cares
abt u tho

7:57 pm

I've never used u

7:58 pm

Goodbye.

7:59 pm

Before she could send me any more messages, I blocked her number. I let out a relieved sigh, throwing my phone on the back-seat and trying to get back to sleep again.

Honestly, I didn't hold grudge against Manushi. I knew she was young and very immature, and sometimes didn't understand that her behaviour was crossing the line. She was a very sweet girl anyway, and she deserved to be happy.

I didn't feel either guilty to have ended things between us through text messages. I was relieved and content, and that was what mattered the most to me. Now, I was back to the single life, the bachelor life, to my great pleasure.

I loved my solo life, being on my own, doing my own stuffs, having my "me" time. And on the opposite, it could sound weird, but I felt utterly bored while being in a relationship with any chick.

No any woman was giving me the vibe. I got tired quickly of the relationship, and would start being distant and aloof. The whole process of a couple was making me lazy, always calling each other, always messaging, calling each other "baby", taking care of each other. I was too lazy for that. I felt way more happy being on my own, and calling myself Adi.

I was about to close my eyes again, when my phone went off a second time. I groaned, hoping it wasn't Manushi's other number. I took a glance at the screen, before pressing the green icon and nestled my phone next to my ear. Shraddha Kapoor.

"How is doing Aditya Roy Kapur?" My heart skipped a beat at her cheerful tone. I love her voice so much. I found myself giggling like a total dumbo, just hearing the sound of her voice.

"I'm doing fine, you?"

"Pretty fine. You're on your way home, I guess?"

"Yeah, I'm back in the town. We've wrapped Kalank's last schedule. I'm so excited for everybody to watch the film!" I exclaimed, a smile hopping to my lips.

"Everybody is freaking hyped for the film. Just see on Twitter, people are making speculations on the story and stuff. When's this coming out already?" She asked, genuinely interested.

"2 months."

"Wow, very soon then."

"Yeah, right. Very soon..." I loudly yawned, causing her to chuckle a little.

"I hate when you're yawning like that. Do you think you're a gorilla or something?" She teased in her usual playful tone.

"I'm not a gorilla, you're always saying that! And it fucking hurts!" I acted offended, spreading my hand over my chest as she could actually see me.

"Adi, to be honest, I've never...." She took a deep breath, trying to formulate a sentence without laughing. "I've never heard someone yawning as loud as you. You're not human, bro." I shook my head at her comment, sniggering.

This chick was so funny, always keeping things casual, always laughing about everything and anything. She was amazing, and I would get tired of saying everything but this. This fucking Dhairya is so lucky. He doesn't even deserve to be so lucky.

"Shut up! You love making fun of me, don't you?"

"I love that, Sir!" She giggled cutely. I could imagine her angelic face in front of me, her eyes half-shut and her small dimples showing when laughing. Just thinking about that my heart beat faster. "By the way, how are Manushi and you doing? You don't talk much about her lately." Oh shit, I don't wanna talk about her.

"We're..." I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing how to form an answer. "We're done. That's over."

"What? You guy have broken up?" Shraddha almost screamed into the phone in shock. "Why? I mean... When? Why haven't you told me?"

"Actually, we've just broken up through text messages."

"You both?"

"No actually, I've ended things."

"Through messages?" She asked, her question sounding more like a rhetorical one. "Are you... You suck! Why would you do that through messages?" Her tone was accusatory and scolding. Mom Shraddha is back.

"Because I was sick of that relationship."

"But, you're being an asshole! Manushi doesn't deserve to be dumped through the phone, no any woman though!"

"Oh Shraddha! Can you stop being a mom? Can you stop scolding me? Can you just not do that?" I rolled my eyes, rather annoyed. No one could judge the situation better than me. No one could judge what Manushi deserved or not. No one could judge my actions and the relationship I'd been through.

"Adi, like seriously? It's not fair!"

"I don't care, if I'm being honest! She's been odious to me for 4 months, and I've never said anything, okay? I've got my reasons!" I snapped, nervously tugging at my hair.

"But still a woman doesn't deserve it." She mumbled, loud enough for me to hear. "Why have you decided to end things? What did it go wrong?"

"Um..." I deeply sighed, before speaking again. "Things weren't working out. We aren't compatibles, we would always fight and shit. Our lives are going in different directions, and that's better like that."

"If you're happy, I'm happy then. I'm sorry for scolding you earlier, I got carried away." She was so empathic to everyone, always apologizing for the tiniest stuff she'd done wrong.

"Don't apologize, it makes me laugh when you're acting like a mom to me!" I admitted wholeheartedly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I could almost hear her roll her eyes while pinching the bridge of her nose. "What's up with being single now? Your bachelor life is back."

"I love being single and you know that, right? I get bored very quickly while being in a relationship with the same chick. And now, I can fuck around if I want! Get laid is-"

"Oh my God... Adi, I really don't wanna know! Don't talk to me about... You know what? Just shut up!" A laugh bubbled up my throat, throwing my head back.

"I was kidding!"

"Well... I don't wanna know. Clearly, I don't wanna know." Her voice was filled up with embarrassment. "You're such a dumbo, I swear!"

"I'm not stupid, okay? Don't say that!" I argued, ruffling my hair. I heard her shuffle around before her laugh reached my ear.

"You're stupid, but I like you." My best friend said ever so softly. I smiled, feeling my heart pounding so fast against my chest.

"Shraddha, who are you on the phone with?" I heard Dhairya's voice yelling. His tone appeared to be quite annoyed, and the noise of a slamming door echoed in the background. Fuck him for interrupting our discussion.

"Oh hi babe, you got home! How you doing?"

"Who are you on the phone with?" He insisted, waving off her nice greeting. I was hallucinating, why the fuck was he talking to her so aggressively while she was being so sweet to him? I bit my bottom lip, in attempt to calm myself down. Fuck that asshole.

"Um, it's Adi on the phone. You're doing okay?" She answered, her tone still so gentle.

"Oh Adi, what's up with him?"

"He's just fine. What about you, babe?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Why that question?" He sighed.

"Just saying, you seem a little off."

"I'm not off, I'm good, Shra. When are you gonna get off the phone?" Get off the phone? She's not getting off the phone, asshole.

"I don't know, why? You need me for something?"

"No, but you're not gonna be on the phone the whole evening. I'm going out tonight though."

"Where are you going?"

"At Waazir's." He mumbled shortly.

"Oh okay..." She sounded disappointed, and I felt my heart seizing. "Adi, you're still there?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Sorry for leaving you hanging. Dhairya has just come home. He's a little cranky." She muttered the last part awkwardly.

"He's not cranky, he's aggressive." I corrected, as he let out a groan at my comment. "Are you planning to do something tonight?"

"Um, no. I'm staying at home."

"I'm coming then." I said bluntly, causing her to burst out laughing. "Can I come, uh?"

"Sure, you can!"

My hand reached for the door bell and I waited patiently for someone to answer. I heard loud voices on the other side of the door, were they fighting? I didn't know, but it seemed like they indeed did. I stared at the ground in front of me, keeping my ears open and trying to get the words they were actually saying.

Before I could figure out what was going on, the door opened, revealing a very cheerful Dhairya. He wore a white shirt along with blue chinos, topped off with pink and white coloured Nike Dunk Low. He smelt like he had actually put the whole perfume bottle on himself. Where the fuck is he going, dressed like that? At a birthday party? At a wedding? Or at his lover's? The new chick he's cheating on Shraddha with?

A smile was plastered to his face. I fucking hate his tight lipped smile. This smile didn't seem right to me. It seemed all fake, not to say the least. I blamed it on being Shraddha's overprotective best friend, but something in my gut still kept telling me to not trust Dhairya. The way he'd talked so rudely to Shraddha earlier still stuck in my throat.

"Hey, Adi! You're okay, man?" Dhairya greeted, giving me a quick hug before pulling me inside.

"I'm fine, what's up with you?" I forced a smile, friendly patting his shoulder.

"I'm alright, thanks for asking." He answered, closing the front door. "Shraddha baby! Baby!" He shouted into the apartment and my favourite girl came into my vision right away. I missed her like crazy.

She looked so nice in that simple white jumpsuit. She was stunningly beautiful in everything she wore though. I felt myself shivering as soon as she pulled me into her arms tightly. Shit. What's up with me?

"Hey Adi, I'm glad you've made it."

"Um... You're not staying, Dhairya?" I questioned, although I already knew the answer. His face went red as he looked over at me, swallowing a sip of water. He seemed clearly embarrassed by the question. Why the hell would he blush if he's nothing to worry about?

I got a bad feeling about the whole thing which was going to happen tonight, I didn't know why. I got a bad feeling about what Dhairya was going to do, where he was going and who he was going to spend the evening with. But as usual, Shraddha didn't suspect anything. For her, everything was nice, everything was smooth. Life was a bowl of cherries. Her boyfriend was the perfect man, absolutely flawless. God, Smurf, just wake up. Your man is a jerk.

"No, I'm..." He cleared his throat harshly, before continuing. "I'm going at my best friend's home. It's been a very long time since we've seen each other, so we're gonna spend the evening together, you know?" Yeah, of course, your best friend.

"Okay, so I'm gonna have my little Smurf for myself then." I teased, playfully punching her shoulder. Shraddha giggled awkwardly, glaring at me. She then turned her gaze to Dhairya who was putting on his jacket, forcing a wide smile onto his face. Why so fake, man?

"Adi, see you, man! Take care of my girl!" Dhairya beamed, pointing over at Shraddha. "See you!" We quickly dabbed each other, before he went over his girlfriend and my best friend.

"See you, Dhairya!" I said shortly, not wanting to go further with him. But, boy, if you fuck up, I'm gonna break your bones.

"See you, babe!" He pressed a light kiss to Shraddha's lips, causing me to shut my eyes at the sight. Never do that again, guys.

Every single time they kissed, I would feel my heart seizing and a painful pang settling in my stomach. Those sensations were really unbearable. I just couldn't support seeing them kiss. I just couldn't support seeing Shraddha kissing any men. It might sound weird, but I was quite possessive as a best friend.

"Have a nice time, baby! Call me when you're on the way back home, okay?" She said sweetly as ever, waving at him. Such a good girlfriend she is.

"Sure!" He nodded, before closing the front door. You better do that, asshole.

"You and me!" I intoned, playfully gesturing between the two of us. "What do you wanna do tonight?" I asked, jumping on the couch.

"Oh God, Adi!" Shraddha laughed, covering her mouth with one hand. Her laugh gave me goosebumps every single time.

"What? Oh yes, I'm sorry for-"

"You're really gonna break my couch!"

"Hey, I'm not heavy! Don't say that!" I pointed over at her.

"I didn't say that!" She raised her hands in defence.

"You implied that!" I threw a pillow at her, but she successfully avoided it.

"Don't ever do that again, alright?" She warned, playfully glaring at me. "Want something to drink?"

"Oh nothing, thanks. Don't want to bother you more than I already do."

"Aditya Roy Kapur, you're not bothering me. Want something to drink?" She asked again, an amused grin to her face which complemented the glimmer in her eyes. I uncontrollably smirked.

"Well, then lemon juice." I shrugged, looking over at her. She nodded and poured me a glass of my favourite drink, before walking back to the couch and setting it down on the small table.

I winked at her and reached for the glass. She winked back, chuckling. That chick. I found it adorable the way she would always be super playful to me, always going along my silly stuffs. She was adorable, everything about her was adorable.

"I'm sorry about Dhairya. He's just very stressed out lately. He's working a lot on Uri and has a few more film contracts, it's not always easy for him." She explained, running her hand through her wavy hair. I didn't know why she would always stand up for him, whatever he would do or say. This man wasn't her child, and he was big enough to assume his rude behaviour.

"He's not just stressed out." I disagreed, shaking my head vehemently. She raised an eyebrow at my answer, a little taken aback by my sudden comment.

"Yes, he's only stressed out. What's up?" She frowned, crossing her arms across her chest in irritation.

"He's not just stressed out." I paused, glancing over at her before speaking again. "He's showing his true nature."

"What would you say that? You don't even spend as much time as I do with him! Dhairya is such a sweetheart, don't say bullshit, okay?"

"I'm just being honest, Shraddha! I really didn't like the way he's talked to you earlier!" I raised my hand in defence.

Her eyebrows drew together again, and this time a teasing smile appearing across her lips. My heart and my stomach churned, seemingly taking over my whole body like a jolt of electricity. Damn, her smile is making me crazy.

"Arrey, so protective!" My best friend scoffed, punching my shoulder in a playful manner. "You're so protective to me. I love that." Her voice lowered as my gaze met hers, giving me goosebumps. Her eyes were incredibly beautiful, chocolate brown.

"This is what friends are meant for." I smirked, pulling her into a side hug and lightly kissing her forehead. Her head rested against my chest, a wide smile plastered to her face. Hope Dhairya makes her happy as much as I do.

KRITI P.O.V

Within 3 days of its release, Luka Chuppi had already crossed the Rs 30-crore mark, making it one of my biggest opening ever. After minting Rs 18 crore in its first two days, our film completed a total of more than Rs 55 crore at week one.

The tickets were sold out in most of the cinemas since the release. On top of that, it was getting very good reviews from both audience and critics, which was really incredible to us. It was such an awesome feeling to have a film, which hadn't been just appreciated but also delivered at the box office.

As an actor, it gave you validation that people enjoyed what you'd done, and it was priceless. I couldn't be happier. Frankly, the success of Luka Chuppi was very important to me. I was a little relieved now. I could now breathe easy until my next two releases, Housefull 4 and Panipat, coming out in 1 and 3 months respectively.

On the other side, I thought it was genuinely irritating that critics didn't give my role as much importance as Kartik's, even when it came to mentioning me in the headlines.

Some of them were literally crediting Luka Chuppi's success to only Kartik, disregarding my whole work. They had the tendency to write in details about the male lead's performance and just two or three lines for my role. That was upsetting.

This film belonged equally to everyone who had worked on it. I always treated Luka Chuppi as my film and I was very glad that it did great.

I remember how Kartik teased me about Sid at every promotional interview, and I would always blush like a girl teenager.

Professionally, all was for the best in the best of all possible worlds, but when it came to personally, it was another story. Tonight, I was coming over Sid's residence to finally have a discussion about our relationship.

We were going to talk about everything, from his lies about his dating past, as well as his constant flirting behaviour, my over possessiveness, to his supposed dinner date with Kiara Advani. We were going to deal with everything that caused trouble in our couple. Everything.

We had to come up with a decision, either fix things between us or break up permanently. I was sick of that situation. I was tired of that cat-and-mouse game, being on our own and not wanting to make the first move.

I got to admit that I'd behaved like a child, refusing to talk things over for such a long time, and I wasn't proud of that at all. But, somehow it was totally understandable and human to act like this, after all that had happened with Sid. His lies, his asshole behaviour, his dinner date with one of his co-stars behind my back.

My behaviour was completely understandable. Every women on this planet would feel deeply hurt and betrayed, learning that her boyfriend had lied to her face for 6 fucking months into dating.

I was still very mad at Sidharth, of course, and it wasn't going to change in a snap. I loved him still, but it wasn't everything. A relationship wasn't all about love. It needed healthy compromises and sometimes concessions to make it work. For now, I didn't know what to think about us. I didn't know what he did think about us.

It was around past eight o'clock, when I made it to his residence, my heart pounding and my hands shaking. The door quickly opened, revealing Sidharth standing there, in front of me. Gosh, finally. He had got rid of his "Marjaavaan hair", now having a faded haircut and a trimmed beard. He wore the black and white t-shirt that I'd brought him and some dark blue sweatpants.

Of course, he looked hot as ever. Of course, I'd missed him. Of course, I was happy to see him. But, I just couldn't let my walls fall to the grounds at the simple sight of him, it would be too easy.

"Hey," Sidharth said softly, widening the door and gesturing for me to enter. My stomach fluttered at his deep voice that I had missed so much. This deep voice that I could listen to for hours and hours without getting bored a single second.

"Hey, Sidharth." I walked inside, as he quickly closed the door and followed me behind. His place was always this tidy and clean, frankincense filling the air.

"You're good?"

"Mhm... You?" I turned around to face him, his eyes already staring at me. I'd forgotten how deep and mesmerising his brown pupils were. The most beautiful eyes I had ever seen in my life.

"Just fine. Can I get you something to drink? He asked nicely, walking over to the open kitchen.

"Um, no thanks. I'm good."

"Are you sure?" He insisted, smiling a little at me.

"Yeah, sure." I nodded my head, biting back a grin. He's such a gentleman. I've missed this side of his personality. I sat upon the couch, and Oscar instantly joined me, reaching for me to lick my face. I bursted out laughing, my favourite dog surely had missed me a lot. "Hey, Oscie! What's up, tiger? It's been a long time, uh?" I exclaimed, petting his head.

"It's pretty obvious that I'm not the only one who missed your presence. Oscie missed mommy a lot too." He giggled, pecking a kiss on Oscar's forehead. I felt myself blushing at his comment. "Now, tiger, would you mind leaving mommy and me alone for a little while?" The dog, as if got what Sid said, directly walked out the living room. I adore this dog so freaking much.

"I've missed him too." I smiled, watching Oscar laying down next to his dog bowl.

"Oh yeah, only him?" Sid raised an eyebrow, turning his head towards me.

"Don't start, please." I playfully glared at him, causing a small laugh to bubble up his throat.

"You look lovely by the way." I looked over at him, my cheeks heating up again. Why does he want to make me blush so much? "I love your new hair. It's a little wavy, I love that."

"Thanks." I muttered coyly, not wanting to go further with his compliment. "Can we start?"

"Start, if you want. I'm all ears." He gestured towards me, his face holding seriousness.

I took a deep breath, trying to figure out where to begin. There was so much on my mind. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to form a sentence without it coming out as an incoherent mess.

I'd waited a long time for this moment, and now it finally arrived tonight. We were finally going to have a discussion about our relationship, and the things that were going wrong between us.

"I meant what I said earlier." I paused, not so sure what to say next. "You've really hurt me with your lies. For about 6 months, you've lied to my face about your dating past, and it fucking hurt, Sidharth."

"Look, I've been thinking a lot about the situation. And, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you." He admitted, brushing off a strand of hair falling onto his forehead.

His apologies made my heart beat even faster. I had wanted to hear that for so long now. But, simple apologies didn't fix the whole situation.

"Yeah, right. I deserved to know about this. From Jacqueline, as well as Alia to Kiara. I deserved to know about everybody." I mumbled coldly, as he let out a small huff at my words. I raised an eyebrow, why the hell did he just huff? Calm down, Kriti."Why are you huffing?"

"Kriti, you know my point of view about that, right? I'm willing to say I'm sorry, but don't push it too far, okay?" He deeply sighed. Irritation poured through me, my jaw clenching.

I knew we were supposed to talk it over calmly, but I was this close to lose my temper again. It had started well, but this guy always had to take one step forward and two steps back. And instead of laying low and simply apologize to me after all the damage that he had caused, he always had to run his shitty mouth.

"Push it too far? So in your opinion, I didn't deserve to know about all your fucking ex in the industry? What do you mean by push it too far, uh?" I scoffed, my voice mixed with irritation and sarcasm.

"I have the right to keep certain things to myself. If I don't wanna tell you everything, it's my right. You should let me have my space and privacy about certain stuffs." He protested, throwing his arms in the air.

"Don't start, Sidharth. Don't fucking start with that!" I snapped, rubbing my temples. "We're supposed to make things better, and there you're coming back with your shitty illogical stuffs!"

"We're making things better! We're talking the issue over!" He gestured between the two of us. I rolled my eyes, looking away from him in attempt to not get any more upset. "But if you don't understand my point of view, we won't make things better."

"Sidharth, I'm not asking you to tell me everything! I'm asking you to tell me the truth, it's different! Is it so fucking hard to understand?"

"And, I just want you to respect my privacy, and not go like 'baby, tell me everything' and blah blah blah." I bitterly laughed at his sentence. "Listen, I'm sorry again for lying to you. And, I'm totally in the wrong for that. You deserved to know, of course you did. And, I fucked up about that. But, I believe there are some stuffs I want to keep to myself. For example, my flings with Jacqueline and Alia. I don't think it was necessary for you to know."

"What? Do you hear yourself?" I narrowed my eyes at him. I didn't even know if he actually realized what he was saying. I thought those long days apart had allowed him to question himself and come up with a mature thinking, but it seemed like it'd got worse. "Yes, I wanna know about that. I wanna know about all the actresses who had a fling with my boyfriend, considering I might work with them in the future! I wanna know that!"

"But, you understand that I don't wanna talk about that in the open with my girlfriend?" He spat, nervously tugging at his hair.

"Yeah, right, I understand that. But, I just wanna know about that, and then it ends there! I'm not gonna talk about that all the fucking time!"

"Oh, really?" He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're gonna talk about that all the fucking time and blame me for this!"

"I'm not gonna blame you for your past relationships! Why would I do that?" I was already sick of this discussion which was leading nowhere. It was a waste of time, as we were both sticking to our guns.

"Because I know you." He simply replied, shrugging his shoulder smugly. Kriti, calm down. I bit down my lip to keep myself from saying anything I might regret. I didn't even know if we could possibly fix things between us, as it seemed like the situation was going worse and worse.

"And so what? You've still lied to me, don't try and turn this around me." I said in the calmest voice possible. "I asked you 'baby, tell me if you've ever dated one of them', you said 'no'." I mimicked his deep voice, causing him to giggle a little.

"And I've already apologized for that, why are you bringing it back on the table?"His eyebrows drew together, as he looked over at me. "I'm sorry for lying to you, Kriti. I'm sorry, I've fucked up. Is it what you wanna hear again?"

"No, I don't wanna hear it. I've got it." I shook my head, crossing my arms across my chest. Maybe I should just try to see his side instead of getting mad at him, so the discussion could go forward. Maybe I was overacting again.

"I know I've hurt you, and I won't ever do that again, okay? But, please, do respect my point of view on that topic. I can't be the only one making efforts, right? I want you to let me have my space." His voice was much softer now as he spoke, hesitantly approaching me across the couch.

A pang settled in my stomach, but I nodded along with his words. He was right. We were two people in a relationship, we both had to seriously put effort in what should be the most sacred thing to us. A relationship required two people putting in the same effort, not just one person trying to make it work. I didn't always agree with Sid's point of view, but I had to deal with his personal opinion to move the relationship forward, and vice versa.

"You're right. I'm sorry." I mumbled, looking down at my hands shamefully. "I'm gonna give you the space you need and respect your opinion on certain stuffs."

"You also need to work out on your over-possessiveness." He cleared his throat harshly. I glanced up at him, hung on his every word. I wanted him to explain further what he reproached me. "Your excessive jealousy is eating up our relationship. You're super insecure about anything I say or do. I can't talk to a chick without you throwing a tantrum. I hate that. I can't be with someone like that." His words hurt me to the core.

I knew I'd got some insecurity issues since I started dating him, but hearing it from my boyfriend's mouth felt like stabbing in my heart. I was so in love with him and the idea of losing him deeply scared me. That was why I started being over-possessive and jealous over the tiniest thing.

I was aware it was not healthy for our relationship and for the two of us, but it was literally beyond my control. Seeing Sid being close to another girl, chatting with her and stuff was enough to make me fly into a fury. And, Sid's flirty personality didn't fix anything.

"I'm aware of that. But, you can understand that it's tough for me, right? You're always super flirty to everybody. And seeing you being super close to someone else but me is hurting me, you see? I don't want you to feel smothered or stuff, but I can't control myself from being jealous. It's because you mean a lot to me and I don't wanna lose you." I stated sincerely, as our eyes met. A smile was plastered to his face, as he looked at me with so much affection.

There was the same little spark in his pupils. The same that was lighting up his eyes when we've had our first kiss on Border's set. This little spark that was saying so much more than words. This little spark that I adored so much.

It sent me intense ripples of shiver down my spine and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I wanted so badly to reach out and hug him, just touch him, but I kept myself from doing that.

"If my behaviour hurts you, I'm gonna work on that, okay? I want to make things better. I really do. I'm gonna do everything to make our relationship work out." He muttered, taking my hands in his.

This simple touch set my body on fire. I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine, making my stomach flutter. A blush coloured his face as he came even closer to me, smiling like a kid. I'd missed my Sid. I'd missed this Sid, the sweetest human being alive, super caring, super empathic, super understanding; not the one who was being insensitive, aloof and harsh. The Sid who was finally in front of me was the one I'd fallen in love with.

And, I didn't want to lose him another time. I wanted to be with him. No matter what had happened between us, I wanted to move on and make things better. I wasn't going to give up on us, because I knew deep down that I had never felt this way for anybody else but him. I had never loved someone as much as I loved Sidharth.

"And I'm sorry if I did hurt you in a way too. I didn't mean to. It's just that I was really... Um..." I swallowed the lump in my throat that I didn't realize was there, before continuing. "I was really upset over the whole situation. I felt betrayed. Now, I just want to... I just want to be with you." His hand reached for my blushing cheeks, softly stroking them. It gave me goosebumps, and butterflies started a war in my stomach.

"I really want to be with you too. I've missed you like mad. I want to start all over again and forget everything that happened." Sid whispered, pulling me towards him. I felt myself shaking at his words and I coyly smiled at him. So many emotions were in his eyes: happiness, affection and love. If only he knew how much I wanted to kiss him right now and tell him how much I loved him. If only...

"I get jealous, I get mad, I get curious. But, that's only because I don't wanna lose you." I breathed, resting my forehead against his.

"This one was cute." He smirked, teasingly punching my shoulder. We both bursted out laughing at his comment. I've missed that bond.

"It's all true." I giggled, slightly biting my bottom lip.

"Yeah, right." He chuckled, lacing his arms around my waist and staring into my eyes. I melt away. My heart was beating faster every second by, making it almost difficult to breathe. "Kriti, I'm sorry for everything again. I've acted like a prick those past few days and I'm deeply sorry for that. I won't ever lie to you. It's hard to take back now, I know that, but I didn't mean any of the words I've told you. Our relationship means so much to me, you mean so much to me, much more than my career, than any amount of money. You're my everything. You're the one I want. Don't ever doubt about that. I've never gone on date with Kiara as you might think. Kiara is only my friend, and I don't have feelings for her. You're my girlfriend. You're the one I chose, and will always choose among a thousand women."

I had lost my voice. I wanted to answer him, but I couldn't find the words. Emotion had taken over my body. Everything Sidharth was telling me were the words I had wanted to hear for so long. I wasn't choosing to ignore him at this point, I just needed a few seconds to process the most beautiful words I had ever heard coming out from his mouth.

"That's so beautiful." I mumbled, interlocking my arms around his neck. His grip around my waist was so tight and I loved it.

A smile hopped to his face as I pulled him even closer to me, grinning like a teenager. We were just a few inches away from each other, causing my heart to go crazy. I observed his flawless features. My fingers traced over his perfect jaw line. He is so damn beautiful. It's unreal.

He looked down at my lips, then his eyes met mine. I was dying to kiss him right now.

And it didn't take long from the moment his lips were pressed against mine. I felt like the weight of a million bricks had been dropped off my shoulders. I finally got to kiss the man I loved. We were finally back together, and it meant the world to me. The kiss was so passionate, so intense, so languorous. Heat slowly filled my body. The kiss had emotion. It held so much that was indescribable. It was amazing. His lips tasted so sweet and warm. I couldn't possibly ever pull away from his mouth.

His hands went up to cup my face and held me in place, as his tongue slid into my mouth. Sid's kisses had a way of captivating me, it was if the world stopped. Our lips molded so perfectly, moving in total synch, as if they belonged together. I was in heaven. It felt like fireworks in my entire body, butterflies bouncing in my stomach. Those sensations were indescribable. My hands pulled on his hair while his hands caressed my cheeks. Everything was moving at a slow, loving pace.

"I love you." I cooed, gently stroking his cheeks and staring into his brown
mesmerizing eyes.

"And I love you." Sid smiled against my lips, before pulling my lips back to his. My heart skipped a beat at those words. Oh my God. I laced my arms around his neck, bringing him as close as possible to me. Oscar came laying besides the couch, near my feet, content that his parents were back together again. I am happy. Happy family.

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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