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And don't turn to bashing all of a sudden it clouds the possibilty of accepting various POVs. Otherwise, Sona is our favourite♥♥

(Just saying)

"Sonakshi you do realise it's just a boy?" Nisha said.

After her behaviour the night before, Sonakshi had no other option left than to open up to Nisha about all that happened in the past six months and how one night changed her life.

"It's not just about that boy. It's a lot more than that, he said something about his own character and I believed him. I believed every moment we had together. His words were the gospel truth for me until I realised the hollowness in them and then it's about the hope he gave me. It might be casual flirting for him, it may be something they do in his industry but I am a simple girl, Nisha you know that." Sona choked back her tears. "All my life, I didn't knew what love was! I never knew how it felt to have someone who has your back and when I had my first fight with the director, I saw him there smiling and raising the coffee mug in appreciation and I felt protected. These tears, this breakdown is not for the boy Nisha. It is for all the feelings I invested in him. I was so happy in love that I forgot that a word like rationality existed! I regret it now."

"And your parents? You'll have to go back to them Sonakshi. They are your parents. Whatever bad, bad thing they did, you can't abandon them!"

"They abandoned me!"

"They did not!" Nisha realised that her voice was too loud and she quickly calmed her tone down.

"Listen, Sonakshi." Nisha made her see her in the eye. "This is gonna be cold and hard but this is something you'll have to accept some day. When all that mayhem happened sweety, your parents were young! Your mother was in love, just like you are now! You, more than anybody else, can understand her position and ..."

"That's it I don't want to listen to you anymore." Sonakshi got up from the bed and left the room.

Nisha had nothing to say that could comfort Sonakshi. She had words of wisdom but it seemed that Sonakshi was more in a mood of a tantrum and melancholy and she wasn't ready as of now to see what was the right thing to do!

Nisha went to get ready for work. She was almost done when she heard a noise from the living area followed by a weird melody which paved way for the following lyrics.

Dil aisa kisi ne mera toda,
Barbadi ki taraf aisa moda
Dil aisa kisi ne mera toda,
Barbadi ki taraf aisa moda
Mujh bhale manus ko,
Amanus banake choda.

"Yeh mare huye gaane mere ghar me?" Nisha was puzzled.

Tujhe bin jaane,
Bin pehchane,
Maine hriday se lagaya.
Par mere pyar ke badle me tune,
Mujhko ye din dikhlaya.
Jaise birha ki rut maine kati,
Tadap ke aahein bhar bhar ke.
Jale man tera bhi kisi ke milan ko,
Anamika tu bhi tarse.

Meri bheegi bheegi si...

Nisha came down to the main hall and realised that it was Sonakshi listening to the vibration of her heartstrings from her mobile in the form of these dard bhare nagme.

She quickly descended the remaining of the stairs and took Sonakshi's mobile. She browsed wynk and played.

Dil dil hai koi sheesha to nahi,
Ik thes lagi aur toot gaya,
Ik thes lagi aur toot gaya.
100 yaar milenge roz yaha,
Ek yaar jo humse rooth gaya!

"See Sonakshi Bose, this is the spirit. Tera Tinder pe account banake du kya?" Nisha asked her.

In reply, Sonakshi gave a terror struck expression and snatched her phone back. She played -

Na mai tumse koi umeed rakhu,
Dil nawazi ki.
Na tum meri taraf dekho galat andaz nazaro se.
Na meri dil ki dhadkan ladkhadaye,
Meri baaton me.
Na zahir ho tumhari kashmakash ka raaz nazro se.

Chalo ek baar phir se ajnabi ban jaaye hum dono.

Nisha snatched the phone back and played -

Kuch din to rona dhona bumper kiya
Aur fir delete uska number kiya
Aasu jo sukhe seedha parlour gayi
Parlour me jaake shampoo jamkar kiya
College ki saheliyo se catchup kar liya
Jinko mil na payi unko whatsapp kar diya
Mere saiyan ji se aaj maine breakup kar liya!

Nisha even danced to the song for Sonakshi's benefit and it wasn't any technical dance it just contained throwing your hands and legs around with the beat with a goofy smile.

"Kya kar rahi hai?" Sonakshi chuckled a little.

"Tera entertainment." Nisha said with her hand on her hips.

Sonakshi gently took her phone back and played-

Yeh duniya, yeh mehfil mere kaam ki nahi.

Nisha picked up her bag and stethoscope, rolled her eyes and left for work.
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In between takes, in the afternoon and in the evening when Dev went on a date with his beloved coffee, he felt like he was cheating his darling beverage because in it's presence he actually missed having a person to talk to, to tease.

So to cure this problem, one day,  Devrat Dixit pulled a sleeping Jatin Roy to the canteen.

"Dev, I'm not feeling good about my stomach. Coffee will not be a good option. I'll get a lemonade maybe." Jatin expressed his concerns.

"No." Dev refused. "You drink coffee with me."

"LET ME GO!" Jatin pleaded miserably.

"No." Dev smiled.

"I'm going!" Jatin got up.

"I guess I'm missing Sonakshi and our coffee time together!" Dev didn't know where to hide, where to look now. He had embarrassed himself in front of Jatin by blurting the truth all so suddenly.

"Miss? What kind of missing? Do you think you are developing feelings for her? Do you like her? Do you love her? You'll make a good couple!" Jatin said all of it in one breath.

"NOOOO! We just drank a lot of coffee together and she was good to talk to. How many times should I say that? She was my ... Friend? But that doesn't mean anything. I look for different qualities in my partner, will you stab me for that?" Dev replied.

"Dev... Shefali recorded that conversation you and I had where you said Sona is an immature kid..."

"Yes?"

"She sent it to Sonakshi! She probably left because of that." Jatin was expecting a wave of guilt to run over Dev but he said-

"Hadd hai! Aise kaun jaata hai?" Dev walked away and from the door of the canteen he said, "I don't even feel sorry for her. Bhai even I had shit to deal with, in my life. She kept the show hanging in mid air and left! We don't need an unprofessional, attention seeker like her."

A FORTNIGHT LATER,

SHIMLA

Sonakshi had spent two weeks at Nisha's now. Even after the latter's innumerable tries to break Sona's wall of gloom, she was hardly able to conjure a full blown smile.

In a similar night, where Sonakshi was slowly slipping into depression an idea struck her.

She opened the notepad in her phone and began typing.

A story had been lingering in her head for a while. It was a tragedy. It was more inclined towards the darker shades of life but when had Sonakshi ever seperated her personal emotions with her professional scripting? Her life and her work kept on rubbing off on each other.

After writing a paragraph or two, she stopped abruptly remembering an incident from her college where she did English honours.

"Sonakshi, I trust your abilities. You can even pen a book someday!" Her professor had told her.

"I don't know Professor, I think I'll be better off writing scripts, initially in theatres ofcourse! I need to make money." She had replied.

Today, she had made a lot of money but that didn't comfort her. She needed her art to fetch her solace.

She had called Bijoy several times but had never had the courage to speak a word. The farthest she had gone was whisper Baba on phone.

Bijoy, now, knew better than to push Sona into acceptance. He did that once while revealing Asha's past and as a result, he had pushed his daughter further away. He was not going to do that again.

The moon slipped out of view as the sun shined over the hills the next day. The winds were chilly but the sky was clear. The town had witnessed continuous rainfall in the past week.

"You know, I thought it would be easier up here, in this landscape but now I feel life is more difficult in the hills than in the plains." Sonakshi told Nisha one morning over breakfast.

Nisha smiled in acceptance of her theory and poured some poha in her plate.

"I see why you are  trying to give me mumbai flavoured breakfast everyday." Sona remarked.

"Really? Why?" Nisha faked innocence.

"You want to get rid of me!" Sona accused and Nisha faked gasping in horror of her plan being exposed.

"I miss Mumbai." Sona continued. "Thank you."

"Sukha sukha?" Nisha complained with a pout.

"Kahan chahiye party?" Sona asked her.

"Weellll" Nisha stretched as much as she could. "That's a surprise. I have a much needed holiday today. So, you're gonna come with me wherever I tell you to."

Sonakshi bowed her head in a dramatic way of accepting the offer. She was missing her life in Mumbai very much!

Around five in the evening Nisha took Sonakshi to the surprise location. They took a cab and reached a deserted road. They left the cab there and took a bifurcated track uphill.

"Nisha, I thought parties me hum khana khate hai, tum toh mujhe sher ka dinner banane le jaa rahi ho lagta hai!"

Nisha laughed off Sona's tantrums.

"It's a part of our walking culture here!" Nisha replied after a while when Sona began looking tired and breathless from the journey. "Look up there, waha jaana hai."

She pointed to a green gate, sandwiched with broken fences with all sorts of creepers and climbers growing on it.

"Khushi" Sonakshi began reading the name of the place "That's an orphanage."

"Yeah." Nisha said casually while taking out a water bottle from her bag.

Sonakshi still looked confused.

"Where's the restaurant?"

Nisha laughed a little and said, "This is an orphanage. I have been visiting it for quite some time now. The kids here are lovely. They are the usual naughty lot but once you be a kid with them, they are the most loving people in the world. Don't try and be snobbish or talk a lot about Mumbai and money, they'll stereotype you."

"I'm not all about money!" Sona objected but Nisha ignored it and continued-

"I always wanted to do something for them but then I don't earn that much so I just come here, spend time with them, play with them, even teach them for sometime."

"Why did you bring ME here?" Sonakshi asked her.

"I've noticed your mood is influenced by the people around you, so I thought it would be better if you spend time with the right lot." Nisha began walking again and Sonakshi followed.

They entered the orphanage and a group of children began circling around them, talking to Nisha, trying to spill everything they did since her last visit.

Sona thought that her goofy, little friend was a celebrity in between these tiny, adorable monsters.

Sonakshi was introduced to the kids but they preferred staying away from the non-smiley,gloomy looking woman. So, she had to eventually force happiness out of her. Things looked weird initially but then she gelled with the kids too. She missed her three little musketeers back at home. She hadn't talked to Naina, Swati or Preeti in the last 15 days.

Nisha took Sonakshi to meet the teachers and caretakers at Khushi. She was visibly startled at the class and kind of education and values the student's were being instilled with in such scarce resources.

"Who runs this place?" Sona asked Nisha after and hour of laughs and games at the orphanage.

"It's being funded by charity but it was set up by someone called Nachiket Das." Nisha replied.

"Das?" Bells ringed in Sonakshi's head.

"No. Sonakshi don't start co relating things. I know the guy and his family, there is no one by the name Aadyot here!" Nisha joined her hands in a pleading prayer in front of Sona. "Suno, they have their music class now. Wanna come?"

"Bhook lagi hai!" Sonakshi hugged her tummy

"Ole choti baby! Class ke baad khana mil jaayega baccha!" Nisha faked a baby voice and earned a slap from Sona on her arm.

Nisha briefed Sonakshi about the utility of the art classes on their way to the art arena, which was basically the playground turned into an art, dance or music class in the evening.

"I don't need to even tell you the importance of art. You are a writer." Nisha stated the obvious. "Still Nachiket feels that art feeds science and science feeds art, also he allows kids here to watch cartoons in English, apart from Hindi, that catalyses their knack for the language ... And he lets me perform something for the children. Last time we danced on Zingaat, marathi version. This time I have something else in my head."

To say, Sonakshi was impressed was the least. Somehow looking at the hope in the eyes of these kids and going out of the four walls of Nisha's house she felt that her problems were not the end of the world. The sky on top of her head was vast and so was the world and the oppurtunities it offered! There were still things she could do. To say the least, there were still roads for happiness in her life.

Sonakshi sat with the kids and heard Nisha's strumming of the guitar.

(play the video)

You've been walking around with a dark cloud
Hanging over every step you take
Like the slightest breeze will knock you to your knees
Doing your best not to break
Wish I had the words to tell ya, but I got an umbrella
And I think it's big enough, for the both of us

I'll face that wind by your side
Even take on that rain, I don't mind,
Or give you space or give you time,
If you need me to,
But I'll be here for you
After the storm blows through

You know, you and me, we've been thick as thieves
You get cut I feel the pain
We're stuck together, no matter what the weather
And that ain't gonna change
I don't know how long the hurt'll hold on
Or when the sun will shine again
So until then

I'll face that wind by your side
Even take on that rain, I don't mind,
Or give you space or give you time,
If you need me to,
But I'll be here for you
After the storm blows through
And your skies are blue again
And you're back to you again, my friend

I'll face that wind by your side
Even take on that rain, I don't mind,
Or give you space or give you time,
If you need me to,
But I'll be here for you
After the storm blows through

Nisha could see tears glistening in Sonakshi's eyes again. The worth of these happy tears was a thousand time more than the gallons she had spent on that jerk. These tears were of her being overwhelmed, they symbolised the breaking through of light in her shell!

Precap - Samaina's date, #PehlaPehlaPyar full of hate tweets! Dev is forced to travel. But where?

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