every story, has a start, a middle, a climax. and the twist, you thought mehak is dead.. what about everyone's story.. well let's see what is going on in Delhi.

at the bar, one guy was busy in taking drinks, and looking at one photo of the person who he miss the most.

"aagalpan ki hadh se na guzre, wo pyaar hi kaisa ? Hosh mein toh rishte nibhaye jaate hai. (Don't cross the limits of anger, what kind of love is that? Relationships are maintained in consciousness.)" Vikram said looking at the picture he give his money, kept the photo to his jacket pocket and took out a phone and called someone... "where are you?" a female voice said "just comming" he repiled. and he came up and saw the women looking around but not at him..he kept his phone in his pocket and said "aarvi malthora..missed me?" he said and she looked at him 

 "you know my name is something else mehak, you can call me that right?" aarvi said"thought to get you use to it" vikram said and smiled.