Ok so, I think I spilled way too much in the last chapter compared to what I had planned initially . LOL

Shehry wasn't supposed to find out yet .. Oh well, now I am changing things around a little so need to get the plan clear in my head.

I always end up doing that. Updating things and then crying over them 🙈

So, bare with me.

(On the side is just a quote that I found in Instagram. And it's pretty deep.... So... Yeah!) ( ^_^')

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Ps: feel free to correct me if you see any careless mistakes. I don't mind people pointing them out to me as I'd rather fix them than having wrong spellings/ grammar in here forever ...

~~~SHEHRY's POV~~~

"What?! Omg!" Zara damaged my ear drums with her squeaky voice, "you still haven't told her?!"

"No," was my simple answer.

"But, right now you two were supposed to be arranging time for your families to meet!" She complained, dramatically.

Right now we were discussing my chances of ending up with Asmaara if I actually show some gutts and confess.

Again.

While Zara thinks that I am not supposed to be waiting for too long, I came to a conclusion that I can't afford losing Asmaara -even as a friend- again. What if she feels nothing for me and I still propose her like an idiot? She would probably never talk to me after that, thinking that I am some psycho lover. I might end up making things too complicated between us that things might never become normal again. Until I am a hundred percent sure about what she feels for me, I am not going to confess my feelings in front of her. That's it.

"Dude, the longer you stretch it, the higher the chances are of you losing her... Maybe forever," Zara sighed as she lathered face mask on her face with a brush.

I took a sip of my Soda and said nothing. Honestly, I don't know what's right and what not. I am plain confused.

"Dude, you are not spending much time with her and that's making her feel left out, ultimately bringing up her grumpy side," Zara sighed, "being a girl, I can tell that she likes you and even if she knows what she feels for you- she would never confess because of what happened three years ago."

"You need to give it a try at least. What If she says yes?" Zara added hopes to all the feelings that I had buried somewhere in my heart, "think about it Shehryaar, if you stay quite then you both might end up losing someone so special."

I sighed and rubbed my hands on my cheeks, "fine. I'll probably take her out for dinner or something but, I don't think I am ready for the proposal thing yet."

"Great! Even that will do!" Zara chirped in response, "tomorrow is our party before we leave for Auckland so you better spend some quality time with her!"

"No stupid," I chuckled, "I meant a proper date."

"Even better mere cheetey!" She clapped her hands, excitedly and I laughed. She surely seems happier than me.

Ab ek hi problem hai- how do I ask her out?

~~~ZARA's POV~~~

Laugh.

Louder and louder.

You know, pet pakar ke hanse wali laugh?

Ok bas- too rude you are Zara!

"Achaa sorry baba," I apologised holding my stomach while Shehry gave an irritated look.

"Director sahab, action action Bol kar do romantic numbers shoot karwa diye par ek larki Ko dinner ke liye nahi pooch sakte?" I laughed, teasing him and he pouted at me.

"Acha, kuch sochte hein," I finally said.

And only one decent thing popped in my head.

~~~ASMAARA's POV~~~

Great! Kabhi Soha, kabhi Zara toh kabhi uski assistant director. Sara time larkiyo ke aage peeche. Iss bande ko aur koi kaam hai bhi yah nahi?

Khair mujhe kya?

Huh. Baar baar khud ko yeh hi samjhati hoon aur har bar usse kisi aur ke saath dekh kar gussa ho jaa ti hoon.

What's wrong with me? It's his choice with whoever he wants to hang out with. Why am I wasting my time thinking about the same thing and the same person over and over again? It's not like I have any right on him anyway. I sighed and shook away my thoughts before greeting everyone on my way to the vanity van.

"I love you," I heard Zara's voice and I stopped immediately. I heard some shuffling that suggested that someone else was in there with her. Unable to resist the urge to see her undercover lover, I slowly made my way to the door.

Upon peeping through a tiny gap, I realised that the person standing in front of her was none other than Shehry. With their hands linked together and smiles on their faces, they looked so lost in each other's eyes. I covered my face with my hand to avoid getting caught. As I stumbled backwards, My heart sank deep into my stomach. Tears threatened to roll down my cheeks and I ran to the washroom.

Why is that so shocking for me, I asked myself as I stood in front of the large mirror. Why is it making me so emotional- making my heart ache like someone had just punched me? Uski marzi kisi ke saath bhi jaye, kisko pyaar Kare, date par le jaye. Mujhe kya?

~~~SHEHRY's POV~~~

"Aww!" Zara laughed and hugged me while I frowned. "Take it seriously yaar Zara!"

"It's not my fault that you sound like you are here to sign a contract!" She rolled her eyes, "let's not beat around the bush!"

She failed at mimicking me; I am sure that I didn't say that as badly as she made it sound like.

I was practicing with Zara how I am supposed to be asking Asmaara out for the dinner and I was failing miserably at it. While this girl kept laughing at me, I couldn't help but feel helpless. Why am I so nervous all of a sudden?

"Uske baare main soch Kar hi itni nervousness ho rahi hai- mera dimag nahi chal raha!" I groaned at shook my head, "let's just drop the plan!"

"What? No!" Zara gasped.

"All you have to do is find a romantic setting- like under the stars when you go to drop her tonight," Zara leaped forwards and grabbed my hands, "and tell her 'I love you'."

Zara stopped moving and blinked at me for a few seconds. I couldn't hold myself from laughing, "aur uske baad hum statue statue khelein?"

She gasped and slapped my arm, "aisi bakwas uske saamne kar ke dikhao!"

I laughed, dropping myself on the couch. This is going to be such a tough job.

~~~HUSSAIN's POV~~~

Wow, so she has gone back to ignoring me again? Subha se try kar raha hoon. Preet phone uth lo! Kaunsi incoming Pe paise lag rahe hein?

While I dialled her number again, I saw a figure appear from behind the bathroom door. Sniffing and hiding their face. Is that Asmaara?

I kept my phone in my pocket as I followed her. She went towards the main gate and I yelled her name. Where is she going?

"Asmaara wait. The shoot is still going on," I called out.

"I- I kn..know but, I a-am feeling sick," she stuttered without looking at me. "You want to go home? Hold on let me arrange a driver for you."

"No. I'll be fine," she said, still giving me her back. "Don't you dare move- I am getting you a driver! Stay!"

I waited for her nod and then ran inside. Now where is Shehry? Maybe he knows what's wrong with her? She is definitely not sick. I found Shehry walking out of Zara's vanity. They were laughing about something when I excused him and took him to a quite corner.

"Dude, what's up with Asmaara?" Was the first thing that I asked him, "she says she is sick but, clearly something is wrong."

He frowned at me in return, "I don't know- I have been with Zara the whole day."

"What? But I clearly remember her coming out of Zara's vanity," I am sure that I saw her by the door, "you must have seen her in there at least."

Shehry blinked at me before frowning at the ground. He ran a hand through his hair and mouthed, "shit!"

"What happened?"

"Nahi- kuch nahi. Where is she?" Shehry asked and I told him where I left her last. Before I could even say or think anything, Shehry disappeared around the corner.

Kuch toh baat hai.

Isne toh nahi diye- ab Zara hi mere sawalon ke jawab degi.

~~~ASMAARA's POV~~~

I felt dizzy by only thinking about Shehry and Zara being together. All the time I thought he might be with Soha and now Zara enters the picture? "This is insane!" I thought out loud yet, kept telling myself that it's his life and I should probably stay out of it.

Mera uspe koi haq nahi hai jo mujhe iss baat se farak pare ki woh kis ke saath hai. Aur agar haq hota bhi toh- use toh maine khud gawa diya tha teen saal pehle. Kitni ajeeb baat hai- joh uss waqt sahi laga woh ab kitna galat lagta hai.

God! What am I even thinking? How did I end up taking this so far? Now my any contact with him is only until this shoot is over and That's it! Uski life hai and I don't fit in anywhere all because of my own mistakes.

Par meri bhi kya galti thi? Hum mile hi galat waqt par the aur aaj bhi kaunsa yeh Waqt sahi hai? Main uss ateet main aaj tak atki hui hoon aur woh shayad bohot aage badh chuka hai.

Warna koi pagal hi hogi jo Shehry jaise Insaan ko thukra de.

~~~SHEHRY's POV~~~

Please no! Please don't let it be what I think it is! How will I explain her that she heard everything wrong? Or at least interpreted the whole situation in a wrong way? Why do people even eavesdrop? It created so much confusion! Dammit!

"Asmaara!" I yelled out. She was already approaching her car and I ran after her. Grabbing her delicate wrist, I turned her around, only to meet her sore eyes. My heart ached seeing that shimmer in them.

"Shehry let me go!" She struggled to free herself as I blocked her between the car and myself.

"No!" I said sternly, "either tell me what's wrong or let me safely drive you home since you are sick!"

Just tell me the reason behind your tears. Just say it out loud- For once.

"Nothing is wrong! I have a car and I can drive myself home!" She spat back, trying her best to push me away while I succeeded in snatching the keys out of her hand.

"Fine! since nothing is wrong- I am dropping you home and that's final!" I said, going to the other side of the car.

However, she didn't make a move.

"I am not asking, Asmaara- I am telling you that I am dropping you home," I told her as I went up to her door again, "chup chap Beth jao or else I'll have to force you!"

I opened the door for her when I heard her mutter, "sab mard ek jaise hi hote ho."

She is comparing me to someone else. Someone specific. Someone named; Imraan. Is she still not over him?

I stopped and glared at her, "excuse me? What did you just say?"

"I said I don't need you. Tum jao apni unn Soha, Zara, Isha- whatever ke pass," she yelled, looking straight into my eyes.

"Tum sab ek jaise ho! Ek saath dus dus larkiyo ko ghumao," she added, almost stabbing my heart, "kisi ka dil toote- usse tumhein kya?!"

I only have eyes for you, pagli. Kya bike jaa rahi ho?

"Wow! Since you are accusing me of something like this, may I ask you why exactly is it affecting you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her, and smirking inside my head.

Ab toh bol do.

Asmaara lowered her gaze, nervously, "what? No! It's not."

"Wow! Really?!" I laughed, "Think again," I told her in a louder tone and her eyes snapped to look at me.

She gulped as I stepped towards her. After a quick fight between my brain and heart, I cupped her face. A warm drop of tear traced down her cheek, rubbing against my thumb.

"Guess what? You are jealous, Asmaara Khan! Yes, Jealous because of me being with someone else," I told her softly, staring into her moist eyes. She closed her eyes and I took a deep breath, leaned in to gently kiss her forehead. She didn't resist.

"They say that jealousy is a way to tell someone that you care too much to let them go," I added as she opened her eyes, "if you still have to say that it doesn't affect you- then I'd still say that you better think again."

My hands slowly slipped away from her face and a small gasp escaped from her mouth as her eyes absentmindedly trailed down to where my hands were now. I bit my lower lip and gulped the lump on my aching throat.

"Lekin is baar main tumhein puri zindagi nahi de sakta because it freaking hurts," I almost whimpered, trying my best to ignore my pounding heart, "if you finally decide to admit to your feelings, then I'll pick you up at seven pm tomorrow or else I'll have to let you go. And this time, For ever."

I Brought my hands forward and blinking, she reluctantly took the keys. She sat inside the car without glancing at me again. Soon she disappeared down the street without anymore exchange of words.

Tum aao gi Asmaara.

Mera dil kehta hai.

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Wow! Ok!
Too sleepy for an author's note lol.

Have a great day/ night/ evening - ugh the time zone -_-

LOVE ALWAYS