"Get in." Sehra said, her expression as unmoving as a stone.

"What's up with you so early in the morning? Never knew you could talk to me so calmly Sehra." Abhishek joked, casually walking in the room and sitting on her bed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, her face momentarily going expressionless.

"What? What should I have told you?" His expression twisted in puzzlement as he gazed at the girl.

"Shubman texted me last night. He told me everything. So did Nahvi." The Verma girl said. Unlike other times, her voice was rather steady, her feather like features untouched by the usual warmth.

"Oh fuck—" Abhishek's eyes narrowed as he muttered.

"Sehra. Go freshen up. Let's talk calmly at the breakfast table. Okay?" His gaze flickered to the girl who still hadn't changed out of her dress from the party last night.

"No. We'll talk right now." Sehra remained adamant, her eyes not leaving his.

"We will talk later. You need to rest—"

Sehra cut him off, her eyes breaking away from his as she turned her face to the right, scoffing in annoyance.

"It's now or never, Abhishek." She looked him in the eye again, this time, the facade fading a bit, showing the vulnerability.

"How should I have told you? You would've felt betrayed Sehra. It would've hurt you."

"So you mean to say that you gatekeeping that you were the one texting me wasn't a betrayal?" She shouted, not letting him complete his sentence.

"You watched me make a fool out of myself for the past three weeks yet didn't say anything. Did you enjoy the show Mr. Sharma?" Sehra let out a dry, cutting laugh.

"Sehra listen to me. Just once. I didn't want to hurt you. You wouldn't even talk to me norma —"

"Abhishek please stop defending yourself for double crossing me for gods sake!" She shouted, her eyes starting to brim with tears.

"You know what? It's my fault that I expected something like that from you. I shouldn't have trusted you when I knew that you wouldn't do me any good."

"Did you ever try talking to me without wanting to argue with me? Ever since our first meeting, it was as if you made a perception of me being the most narcissistic guy on the planet. Every time I tried talking to you, you would say something or the other and just leave. I couldn't take it. My heart couldn't take it. I was falling— fuck. I had already fallen hard when I saw you. You wouldn't listen to me so I had to argue and bug you every time to get your attention Sehra. And when I got to know that you had a crush on my own best friend. I couldn't take it. I know it was terrible on my part but please understand that I didn't have any ill intentions. All I wanted was to get closer to you. Make you feel loved. When I talked to Nahvi, she said she would help me. So I couldn't help but agree with her plan. What was my fault? That I worked tirelessly for my love? What was my fault?"

Abhishek yelled, his voice slowly toning down towards the end, the vulnerability starting to peak in.

"I agree where you're coming from Sehra. But you accusing me of not being trustworthy wasn't needed. Especially when your heart knows that you trust me. Last night you said a lot of things that made my heart full. And if I wanted, I could've clearly kissed you last night when you were dead wasted. But I didn't. Because I wanted your trust."

Sehra opened her mouth to counter back, but words refused to leave her mouth as she realised the gravity of the situation.

"Abhay, we need some time. Go home."

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