*Aslesha*

Late! Aaj bhi late.

Ye ladka kabhi time pe nahi aa sakta kya? 5 baje milne ka plan tha abhi 5.30 hone aaye hai. A new way to torture me. Bloody idiot!

I'm standing near the entrance of the supermarket with two big plastic bags in my hand. I keep them down and remove my cell phone to call Pari.

I won't call him. Pari will do it for me and then she'll call me back to tell me where he is. That's how we planned that we'll meet here anyway.

Just when I'm about to call her I see him. He's getting out from his car. He starts walking towards the entrance, twirling the keys around his finger.

I see 2 girls passing near him smile and giggle when they see him. I roll my eyes. He winks at them and they giggle some more. What a jackass!

Just a second later his eyes fall on me and his smile disappears. Of course. He holds me with his gaze and I'm not able to look away. It's been a week since I didn't see those beautiful blue eyes of him. All the way he looks at me but when he's just 2-3 steps away from me, I look away.

I can't look into those eyes of him and not remember the fun times we had. And with the fun times, I also remember the hurt. This time I'm not gonna fall into his trap.

"Bahot jaldi aaye. Do ghante aur rukaa dete" I say, feeling a sense of nostalgia. That's what I'd said when he had come late to the Cabo de Rama fort.

"10 min hi hue hai" he says the same way he had said it then.

"30!" I snap at him.

"Cheetos liye tumne?" he asks changing the topic and takes one of the bag and looks inside shuffling the stuff. "Nahi" I say as I walk with him to his car.

"Doritos, maggi, kuch meethe me? Aisa kuch nahi liya" he asks and I blankly look at him. "Mai sirf actual khaane ka saamaan li. Sabziya, masaale vagera" I tell him and he purses his lips.

He keep the bags in the car and then takes my hand in his. My eyes widen in shock as he starts dragging me back into the store.

"Kya kar rahe ho?" I ask, still in shock that he is holding my hand. It's been so many days.

He decides to avoid that question. I try to remove my hand but he just tightens his hold. He takes me straight to the aisle where snacks are kept and finally leaves my hand. I unknowingly touch my hand which feels empty now and look at him.

I look at the basket he took and the things he is rapidly filling it with. Cookies, biscuits, doritos, cheetos, pringles, maggi, a packet of donuts, plum cake, and finally a big bottle of coke.

"Ab sahi hai" he mutters and starts walking towards the cash counter as I sigh.

The girl on the cash counter smiles a little too sweetly at him, batting her eyelashes and I roll my eyes. Yes he's handsome but thoda subtle raho na.

We walk towards his car again and I get in the passenger seat as he sits beside me. Bass jaldi se ye 3 ghante ka safar katt jaaye. Fir waha vo apne kaam me, aur mai apne.

I take out the novel that's in my bag and start reading as I hear him sigh. After just 5 minutes he switches on the radio and the song Munni badnaam starts playing.

I'm trying to read here! What an asshole! How can I read with Munni badnaam playing in the background?

I look at him and see him suppressing his smile. Purposely kar raha hai harami!

I try to continue reading but I can't as the next song that plays in some song named Tinku jeeya.. ye kaisa gaana hai? Ugh!

I see Viraj trying hard to control his laughter and I feel like smacking him in the face with my book.

Bloody bastard!

I give up reading and keep the book back in my bag. And now that I kept my bag, he switches off the radio.

"Seriously?" I say glaring at him. He just wanted me to stop reading. What's wrong with this guy? Mujhe shaanti deni hi nahi hai isse. Bass irritate karte Rehna hai.

"What?" He asks innocently and I roll my eyes. I just shake my head and lean back on the street.

After a few moments I sneak a glance at him and I feel a stab in my heart.

Why is he so handsome? Ek toh face structure itna achha hai, upar se vo sharp jaw, jo lagta hai Bhagwan ji ne bahot time nikaal ke carve ki hai. Aur blue eyes ka toh kya bolu? Blue eyes? Blue eyes!

I mean kuch toh khaami honi chahiye insaan me. He proves that the saying 'nobody is perfect' is wrong.

He is.

He is driving with easy with one hand on the steering and the other on the gear. He has a little frown on his face which makes him look a little more intimidating.

Either he is really deep in thoughts or he is concentrating hard on the road. I don't know what.

"Kitni baar kaha hai ke aise stare mat kiya karo, it's distracting" he says and I quickly turn away. Of course I had to get caught. Ye toh rule hi bann gaya hai humare beech.

"Mujhe bhuk lagi hai peeche se snacks nikaalo" he says. No please? Dumb ass! I huff and turn around to look into the bag. "What do you want" I ask.

"Pringles" he answers. I take them and place them in the front. "Mai kaise kholu? I'm driving na, open it" he says. I press my lips together and open it and keep them in front of him forcefully with a thud.

"Mai kaise khaau inhe? My hands are busy can't you see? Khilaao mujhe" he orders and my mouth drops open.

Is he okay? What the hell is wrong with him? The whole week we behaved like strangers and now he wants me to feed him!

"Are you stoned?" I ask suspiciously.

"What!" He exclaims.

"Stoned? Charas, gaanja kuch le ke aaye ho kya?" I ask eyeing him and he laughs loudly.

"I'm hungry" he simply states.

"Toh khud khaao! Mai tumhari naukar nahi hu" I say folding my hands and looking the other way.

He stops the car in a jerk at the corner of a road and I look at him to ask what's wrong. My question is answered when I see him slowly eating the chips.

Iski toh...

I sigh and shoot daggers at him. He is eating really slowly and calmly like he has all the time in this world. 2 ghante ki ride abhi baaki hai aur aise hum kabhi nahi pahoch paayenge.

"Will you stop behaving like a kid? Ye kya natak lagaye rakha hai?" I ask getting irritated and he looks at me and frowns.

"Khaau bhi nahi kya? Bhook lagi hai mujhe. I told you na" he says slowly chewing. Purposely.

"Itna dheere khaaoge toh Rudra ke agle birthday pe pohchenge hum" I say.

"Kitna exaggerate karti ho har baat ko. Ek do ghanta late pohchenge bass" he says and clutch the seat tightly so that my hand doesn't do what it wants to do.

"Mai aise hi khaata hu. Tumhe bola khilaane toh you didn't listen. Ab yahi option bachta hai" he continues casually.

Is this guy for real? I look around and just see trees and nothing else. It's slowly getting dark as dark clouds are forming above us promising heavy rainfall. There is an endless road ahead of us. I look at Viraj who is leaning back on the seat casually eating the chips.

Khud ko samajhta kya hai ye gadhaa!

"Mai khilaati hu. Please chalo yaha se" I say through gritted teeth as a triumphant smile forms on his lips.

"Tum meri naukar thodi ho. Rehne do" he smirks and I feel like punching him in the face. I've become so violent nowadays.

"Shut up" I snap at him and snatch the packet of pringles from him and he finally starts the engine again. He's unable to hide the self satisfied smile on his lips.

I start feeding him the chips every now and then not understanding the behaviour of this guy. Is this all a joke for him? He hurt me so bad, used me like a stepping stone and now he is behaving like it's all okay. Is he that shallow? He doesn't care at all. Usse koi fark hi nahi pada hai. Aur mai yaha itna sochte rehti thi iske baare me.

I take 5-6 chips in my hand and when he opens his mouth, thrust them all together in it.

There! Choke on them you donkey!

"Waa fa fuu? Aa fu fazy" he says chewing vigorously with his mouth full and now it's my turn to smile.

"Oops sorry!" I say innocently.

A moment later when I'm again feeding him he bites my finger and I yelp in surprise.

"Oww dumb ass!" I shout at him, slapping his arm.

"Ooops sorry" he mimics me, smirking evilly and I glare at him.

He starts looking for some CDs and I notice that they are all old songs. Then I remember that this is his mom's car. I wonder how is she?

He puts on the CD and the song Arre re arre ye kya hua starts playing. This is better than that tinku ya chintu jeeya whatever.

After a few moments he starts singing softly along with the song.

Hum me tum me kuch toh hai, Kuch nahi hai kya?
Aur kuch ho jaaye toh, kuch yakeen hai kya?
Dekh lo ye dil jahaan tha, Ye wahi hai kya..

He is such a good singer. Blessed in this department too. The next song starts playing and this time he actually starts singing loudly, his voice perfectly mingling with the song. I've heard it a few times before but don't know the lyrics. It's from kaho na pyaar hai I guess.

Dhadakta bhi hai tadapta bhi hai, Ye dil kyon achanak behekta bhi hai..
Mehekta bhi hai chehekta bhi hai, Ye dil kya wafa ko samajhta bhi hai?
Kyon milti hain nazar? Kyon hota hai asar? Kyon hoti hai sahar?
Na tum jano na hum....

He has a nice deep voice. The kind of voice which you can never get bored of listening. Just when the song ends, it starts raining heavily. Arre yaar!

"Bass 15 minutes me pahoch jaayenge" he says switching off the music player and I nod.

The road is really narrow with trees on either side. It's a rocky uneven path. The rain pours heavily as we reach a clearing and the trees start decreasing and finally I see the house. Oh my my! It's beautiful.

Wow! Chaddha is really lucky if his parents own a house like this.

Viraj stops the car and I take a close look at the house. It's surrounded by trees and has one floor above. There's a beautiful garden in the front. It'll look even better during the day.

I remove my umbrella and look at Viraj. "Of course you didn't carry an umbrella" I say.

"Hardly 10 steps jaana hai. Utne me nahi bheegunga" he says.

"Tum ruko mai saamaan rakh ke aati hu. Fir wapas aa ke tumhe le jaati hu" I say and he snatches my umbrella. What the hell!

"Good idea" he says and takes some bags and gets outside. By the time he's come again, he's half wet. He takes the remaining bags and goes again.

I remember the day when we went to the chai-nese corner and it was raining like this. That day was one of the best day of my life.

But now that Viraj said that all of his behaviour was fake, I feel like that day was also fake. Just a dream, nothing real. Even though it was very much real for me.

My thoughts are broken when Viraj opens the door and I look at him. He is completely drenched in the rain.

He looks hot though. Wet hair and that t-shirt sticking to his body. I shake my head to clear my head and get out and inside my umbrella. It's a really small umbrella.

Our sides are completely pressed against each other and I shiver at our proximity.

A gust of wind blows forcefully and my umbrella becomes ulti and flies away backwards.

I run behind it and Viraj runs behind me. By the time I straighten it, we both are dripping wet from head to toe.

Again a gust of wind blows and my hair goes all haywire sticking on my face.

Wow, movies me toh aisa bilkul nahi dikhate, jab ke yahi reality hai. Here he's looking all hot and handsome and mujhe dekho. Great!

Talk about feeling sexy. I probably look like an idiot.

Light fingers touch my face and remove the tendrils of hair. I look into the blue eyes which stare at me intently. Before I get lost in the blue depths of them, I turn and start running towards the house as Viraj follows me.

He opens the door and now that it's almost 9 o'clock, it's pitch dark inside. After a few moments Viraj finds the switches and the room is flooded by lights. The interior of the house is just as beautiful.

"Neel ne kaha tha neeche 3-4 rooms hai aur upar bhi" he says going upstairs and I follow him feeling cold.

He opens a door wide for me. "Is this room fine for you?" he asks and I nod and get inside. He keeps my luggage on the table and goes out.

I need to change quickly. I'm ruining this beautiful carpet. I take my clothes and towel and go inside the bathroom. Does each and every room have a separate bathroom here? Wow.

I get inside and switch on the geezer and wait for a while. I wash my hair and then wear a white t-shirt and baby pink cotton shorts. Kuch jyaada hi chhote hai ye toh. Let it be now.

I just wanna go to sleep on this comfortable looking bed but kal ki tayyari bhi karni hai.

I leave my damp hair open and go downstairs. The strong aroma of coffee hits my nostrils and I go towards the place from where the smell is coming.

Soon I'm in a spacious looking kitchen. I gasp when I see Viraj standing shirtless pouring coffee in the mugs.

His back is towards me and.. and.. His back is so sexy. How can someone's back be sexy? Oh them back muscles.

I guess he senses my presence and turns around.

Good god in heaven! What a yummy sight!

I literally faint looking at the faint lines of his abs. Oh I feel blessed. Can I touch them.

Can I lick them?

Oh my god, where are my thoughts and hormones going?

Okay I've seen shirtless guys before but this is Viraj Singhania. Right in front of me. How can I help myself?

"You're staring" he says and I sense the smirk in his voice.

"No I'm not" I say in a daze, my eyes still glued to his abs. Look away look away look away... Why are my eyes not listening to my mind?

He starts walking towards me and my heartbeats start thumping so loud, I bet he can hear it.

Finally my eyes, dhokebaaz eyes, look up to his face and see his blue eyes filled with mischief and amusement.

"Here" he says handing me the coffee and I take it, feeling like slapping myself. This is so embarrassing.

It's like I just eye raped him. How shameless can I be? But it's not my fault.. couldn't he wear a t-shirt? Bloody idiot.

Bloody, sexy, drool worthy idiot!

I take a sip of coffee and it's just the way his mom had made it. Delicious. I instantly feel more fresh and active.

I keep the mug in the sink and decide to make dinner. I'm very hungry.

"Kya khaana pasand karoge?" I ask him, keeping the vegetables that I bought in the fridge.

He doesn't answer so I look back at him to see him staring at my legs. A blush creeps on my face and I clear my throat.

His eyes snap back towards my face. "Huh?" he asks.

"What should I make for dinner?" I ask him again.

"Kuch bhi banaa do. I'll eat anything as long as you're making it" he says with a small smile and I quickly turn away to hide my cheeks which have by now turned red.

Why is he talking to me like that?

I decide to make noodles. Vo jaldi bann jaayenge aur side by side kal ke khaane ki tayyari bhi kar lungi. Viraj is in the living room, and has started to decorate it I guess. After half an hour I'm done and just about to call him when he comes back to the kitchen.

He is wearing a t-shirt now. Good.

Bad! Please remove it. I miss your abs.

I quickly scold my inner voice to shut up as I set the dining table. He takes out 2 beer bottles from the fridge. Ye kab laaye isne?

He pours a big glass and pushes it towards me.

"Mai nahi peeti" I tell him and he raises his eyebrows.

"I told you I'll teach you na ke kaise peete hai. Kal ke party me wapas tum talli na ho jaao toh aaj practice kar lete hai" he says grinning at me.

"Mujhe tumse kuch nahi seekhna. Aur kaha toh tumne bahot kuch hai. But I don't wanna believe you anymore. So stop being sweet and all. Ye jo bhi natak hai, I won't fall for your trap this time" I snap at him harshly.

I don't know what takes on me suddenly. I was not going to say this, it just came out of my mouth. Maybe remembering all our moments made me mad.

He stays silent and I quietly clear my plate and so does he. He starts drinking his glass of beer and I wash my plate.

"Aslesha" he says softly. "Just leave me alone Viraj. I'm tired. I'm really tired" I say in a low voice and go upstairs in my room.

I lie down on the bed thinking about all these past days of my life. Ok I admit it, I miss him. Viraj. Actually the person that I miss is not him, it's the fake him. But he made it seem like it was so real. I'm feeling sad for losing something which never even existed. I'm so stupid.

I still remember his words clearly.

I'm just being nice to you because of the competition. So that you win. And now, you're of no use to me. So stop fucking irritating me. You're not my friend and everything that was between us was fake.

And now he's behaving like he never talked to me like that. Like it's all normal. Pichla hafta jo pura avoid kiya vo behtar tha. Today he's so casual. And I'm not liking his behaviour at all. Now that I know that this too is fake.

There's a knock on the door and I sit up on the bed as Viraj peeks inside and steps in.

"Tum yaha kya kar rahe ho? I told you that I'm tired na" I say. It's past 11pm. What does he want now?

"Sorry Aslesha".

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Hello everyone. I'm really sorry that I took a little long to update this chapter. My college started from Monday isliye. I'll try to update faster pakka. I'm sure you guys are gonna like the next few chapters.. so keep reading. Don't forget to vote and comment. Ily :)