A/n: Hiya! Hope you guys are alive! I'm surviving. Thanks for asking. :p I have an important announcement. Don't scroll down please. It'll be small, I promise.

I've thought of writing a story about Soha's brother Mihad. But I'll start working on that when I'm finished with this story. I will write one for Mahi as well. The announcement is I'm not writing Mihad story alone. There'll be a Co author. Her name is Ruby_The_Tomboy

We have made an account for the purpose, which is Long_Lost_Twins

So, if you guys follow our joint account, we'll really appreciate it.

Thanks if you didn't scroll down and actually read the author's note. Now enjoy the chapter. :)

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Rahat's point of view:

The very first thing came out of my mouth after reading our convo was, "Hol*shit!"

What did I do! I've acted like a fool. That too, in a chat with a barely adult girl!

I knew I was lightweight. But I've never acted like this insane. I scrolled through the convo again. "Up uppity up up. . . Hehe"
My brain mocked me.

If you couldn't handled having a few beers, then you should've stopped working altogether. At least I wouldn't have to face the embarrassment! I scowled mentally aiming for my brain.

My head felt so heavy. I gulped down the pill with a sip of water which Shujaat left on the nightstand. I needed some coffee to get over the hangover. So, I went to the washroom to freshen up first.

Entering into the kitchen, I saw shujaat was done with his breakfast and left some for me on the kitchen counter. I started making coffee for the both of us. He got back in the kitchen to get his coffee. After living with each other for three or more years you were bound to know your roommate's routine and habits.

"You gonna work from home today?" Shujaat asked me.

"Yeah." I replied shortly. I was thinking about the embarrassing messages I sent her.

"What's on your mind bro? " He asked me in concern. I rubbed my face out of frustration. "You know the answer. I made a fool out of myself. What would she think of me! She might be thinking. . ."

"She didn't think anything like that." He said patting my shoulder. I knitted my eyebrows in confusion.

"How do you know that?" I asked him.

"Read the last part of your convo again. I'm getting late. Bye." He left for the office.

I hurried back to my room to fetch the cellphone. And then went back to the kitchen to finish up the breakfast. I logged into my Facebook account while swallowing a mouthful slowly.

I clicked on the message option and stared at the name for at least good twenty seconds. Then I found myself clicking on the particular name. I scrolled down all the way to the last part of our convo. I had read the convo twice after waking up. But didn't pay attention to the last part.

Me: Noshu, I don't feel good. Im sleepy.

Her: please try to stay awake until your friend comes.

Her: you there?

Her: what happened?

Her: Are you okay?

Her: Answer me damn it.

Then shujaat texted her saying not to worry.

Was she worried about me?  It seems like she was. But why would she be concerned about a person she doesn't know!

Should I text her and thank her?

I asked myself. If she didn't remind me to call my friend. I could have hurled myself in the dark corner for hours.

My phone rang loudly. It was my Ammi. I smiled like a five year old who smiles when he or she gets a toy. I talked to her for almost an hour. She called to inform me that her visa was finalized. She just needed 5 or 6 months to sort out everything back in India. We kept talking and then I totally forgot about thanking someone for their help.

Soha's pov:

It was over twenty hours after talking or Chatting with that. . . annoying guy. One more name was added to the list with annoying, irritating, stupid and cocky. He went somewhere and got drunk.

That was his choice. But if he was drinking then why did he take his car and felt like he could drink and drive? Wasn't there any rules against drinking and driving? How could he be so careless! Yes, the new name was Careless.

When he stopped replying my messages, for a minute I thought he started driving himself back home. My breath hitched when he still didn't reply to my fourth message.

All I could think about the nightmare that was fixed in the back of my mind. It was also a night like this one, when that drunk driver ran over my ammu and. . . killed her seven years ago.

My head was crowded with what ifs, with the possibilities of occurring the same incident again. I felt relief washed over me when that shujaat guy texted me saying that he got that dumb, annoying, careless guy.

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"He didn't even acknowledge my help which wasn't much, I admit that. But he could have said thanks. But whatever, it's not like I'm dying to get him acknowledge my help or anything." I thought while taking my phone and browsing the Internet.

I checked out all those social networking sites wherever I had an account, which was uninteresting like every other day.

I logged into that account and read some jokes. Those jokes were pretty funny. But they failed to amuse me.

Because your mind is traveling elsewhere. My brain yelled at me.

A battle was fought between my head and the heart. The heart won. I typed a message and clicked on the send button.

(Me = Soha. Him= Rahat.)

Me: you okay?

After ten minutes, he replied:

Him: whoah! Someone is concerned!

Me: There's something called humanity.

Him: yes, there is. And thank you for that.

At least he remembered!

Me: it's nothing.  Anyone would have done the same.

Him: No, it was more than nothing. I was sitting in a dark corner. Nobody would have noticed for hours.

Me: oh!

Him: yeah, btw, how did you know I wasn't home? I could have been at home and still drinking.

Me: I don't know. I just thought you might have gone out to drink or something.

Him: So, are we friends now?

Me: Are you still drunk?

Him: No. Tell me, are we?

Me: Are you pouting now?

Him: No! Don't ever mention that.

Me: Then don't call me Nosh, ever!

Him: Ah ha!  Did I just hit a sore spot?

Me: No! I just don't like to be called by the name.

Him: Then what would you like to be called?

Me: You don't have to call me anything!  😡😫

Him: why are you getting angry?  Gosh! 

Me: I'm not! I'm not!

Him: Stop acting like a kid.

Him: oh! Wait, you are a kid.

Me:  Yeah, both of us know who acts like a kid, Mr. Up uppity up up!

Him: Hey that wasn't me. That was the liquor talking.

Me: yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night.  Bye.

Him:  wait!

Me: What?

Him: Thank you. :)

Me: you're welcome :)