Rahul's POV

In my suite, I grabbed my gray taupe coat from the chair and the umbrella from the rack. I went down the stairs, walked through the lobby and exited the hotel. With my left hand on my pocket and the other holding the umbrella to shield myself from the angry droplets of rain, I aimlessly walked through the city streets. This unfamiliar place was fascinating me.

Finally, the strong rain retreated to light drizzle; yet, the coolness and gust of the wind remained. I'd already walked a couple of blocks away from the hotel. Among the plenty of bars and restaurants in the area, a cozy-looking bar caught my attention. I closed my umbrella and headed towards the bar. Cigarette smoke and body odor saturate the air in the Greyhound, a local pub. The heat generated by bodies and heightened by alcohol forced me inside the pub more. I sat at a crude wooden table inside and ordered a glass of whisky; I watched men and women enjoying their drinks and dancing; and it made me feel even more alone and vulnerable. All of a sudden, it abandoned and shattered me inside. It had reminded me about the today morning. How I left Mahek in the cold bed. She was sleeping holding me tight, like she did want to leave me but I did like her attachment toward me. All those acting skills I know very well. She was in so deep sleep that she didn't even notice me leaving. Mahek had already packed my lugged last night so I didn't have worry about it. I did my morning courses and just slipped out the door and felt freedom at last. I never love her not I would ever like her in my life. I was my parents who force this marriage into my life. I didn't feel any guilt at all ever what I did to her. She is just a burden into my life. Nearly during 9:30 I checked into the hotel.

I took a sip of the whisky, "yuck-y it is bitter in taste" I thought, so I get up to add some water to it, while going there I saw an image; my image on a mirror like thing hanging on the wall . And I thought "I have become so old, my whole youth got wasted in this life less marriage with that stupid wife, who hadn't even passed 12th grade! If I haven't had that one weakness, I would have her kicked out from my house" I am started to get grey hair, at my temples. How long can I keep cutting them off or coloring them. I'm sure people notice. I have jet black hair. The white stands out like zebra stripe. And they're right in front. Depressing; like Mahek to me. I went back and sit down on the wooden armchair. As I fell back into the armchair, I became more demotivated. I thought I would be happy now that I had left Mahek for some days but then I thought she must be just messing up with everything... she just a foolish bitch, she cannot do anything properly.

Why wasn't I happy? It should have been the happiest day of my life. I checked into this hotel to celebrate. But I was just thinking about my cold wife. She was the reason for all my problems

"But was I being selfish with her making her believable it is her weakness, whereas it is none other than mine? No", I thought. Why I am giving my head to the boring thing? So I leaned my head on the counter and watched the dancers in the reflection of the heavy black marble. Someone sat beside me and ordered a martini. I blinked once, I think, I turned my head slightly to see her better. It was a tall woman in a coat that had ordered the drink and she seemed slightly agitated. I wondered what exactly she was doing in a night club. It didn't really seem to matter, though.

"Hey!" She said with a smile. Her blue eyes were as soft as the flower and her hair flowed down over her shoulders like I liked.

"Hello beautiful" I said with a smile. She smile and turn her head to see the dance dancing.

"A few drinks later you feel looser, more pliable." I whispered in her ear

"Am I looking pliable? Anyway you want to get out of here? It seems like a fine idea" she with a naughty smile.

"No, I just said but I am sure you will look better if we go out of here" I said slightly leaning toward her. So it was good idea to go out and take her arm.

Outside the night chill of after rain hits our skin and feels like ice. We shiver, I asked "you feeling cold?" and put my arm around her, but she notice but didn't seems to mind. I just felt alive.

Louis POV

I reclined with my feet on my desk, pen held lazily in my hanging hand. I gazed vacantly out the window beside me; mind temporarily was ensnared by Mahek and how her smile when I said "I have a feeling you and I are going to be really good friends, Mahek," A knock at the door broke me free from my thoughts, and I quickly sat up, so quickly that almost falling from the chair in the process.

"Come in!" I shouted, quickly catching myself before I hit the floor. My sister opened the door a crack, peeking her head through cautiously. "Are you thinking about Mahek... aren't you?" she said with a mischievous smirk.

I glowered, not amused, I never thought she would say that to me. "I was just working," I replied matter-of-factly.

"Yeeeah, right," she jested, "Working! Working on what?"

I stumbled for an answer. What would she think if I tell her I was thinking about Mahek? "Well... well... why are you bothering me?" I was finally able to say, flustered and red-faced. "You forgot, didn't you? We're going out tonight. Throw on some nice clothes, and maybe take a chance to shave a little. You're looking scraggly. Oh," a fiendish twinkle appeared in her eye, "better be quickie I cannot wait, any more." The door slammed shut just in time to block the heavy book, which bounced off of it with a resounding crack. I whispered a few choice obscenities under my breath about how my sister always torture me, before deciding I really did need to dress up. I shoved open the door of my closet, and began rustling through the hanging garments with zealous ire. There's really nothing to wear in here, I thought. I took out a long sleeved collared shirt and some old slacks. I hoped they fit. I wanted to look good.

I put them on. Looks ok I guess. I quickly comb my hair and head out the door and to the car. My sister's already was waiting for me.

"Geez, finally" she said. "Means, Lou you took more time to dress up than a girl? Oh god Lou"? She said with a flustered look and then chucked.

"Erin, come on stop being dramatic... I am here" I said back to her.

"By the way boo bear... you are looking good Hun! Today many girls gonna run behind you" she said mischievously.

I patted on the back her head and said "Erin... Stop pulling my leg and stop calling me boo bear and that sort's pet names" I said to her.

"But boo" I cut of her by pressing her mouth with my hand said "remember... getting late, let go!"

"Let me goo" she screamed and tried to pull herself out of me.

"Yea-yeah... leaving" I said removing my hand.

"boooooo" she said making horns with her hand in her head and putting her tongue out. On which I just made a frustrating face because you can help with grownup Child.

Like a gentle man, I open the door of driver seat for her and she went inside but making faces. I will never understand her, I thought and we pull out of the driveway

As Erin started driving the car out of our garage, I look out through the car's window and I saw Mac, sitting in the wooden bench in her porch, all alone, head down to a dairy may be writing something.

Something stirred inside of me. "Stop the car" I said. My sister, gave a worried look, she may have thought something went wrong, and stops the car immediately. "I think we should take Mac with us. " I said almost pleading to her.

"Are you sure, you wanna do that?" she asked me with a questioned look.

"Yeah, sure... why not? She is looking so lonely from here" I said suggestively

"Um, ok, yeah sure" she said. As she said I became very happy with her and gave a tight hug,

I quickly hop out of the car and run over to Dillon's house.

"Um hey... Ma- Mahek" I stammered. She came out to the gate with that smile I like and said "hey Louis.... Looking good"

"Thanks but want to ask something....umm hmm"

"Blurted it out Mr. Tomlinson" she laughed

My sister and I, we're going to look around. I thought you might want to come?"She stares back at me, like she was wondering why I was asking this to her.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." She said in a low voice but smilingly

"I think it is the best idea" replied with a grinned face.

"Ok, are you sure?" She smiles politely.

"Well yeah... I am the one who asked it." I said.

"But... I think you both siblings should have a day out... I am an outsider"

"Oh come-on Mahek... we are more like friends than siblings and we will also become friends after this outing, I can bet you that!" Erin yelled from the car.

"ok-ay, then just wait for five minutes... I will go and change?" she asked

"Yeah fine" I replied.

It has been already more than ten minutes... I had been waiting near Dhillion house. Suddenly, "How do I look?" I heard the soft sweet voice of Mahek; I turned to see Mac in a Red Indian dress. May be they call it a sari! On any other girl it would've looked boring but Mahek brought it beauty, so different and so right. It suited her light curves perfectly its blood red color contrasting her completion making her look like a goddess. Her eyes with dark eyeliner looking like drug, once you see it you cannot move your eyes from it. It was funny how she could make a ordinary looking outfit like a billion dollars attire.
"I'll take that as a complement! Mr. Flirt "Mahek chuckled and then turn to close the main door.
I hadn't realize that I was staring at her for a while.

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Author notes

Some of my dear reader requested me to write Rahul POV, so I wrote it... i know it is not up to the mark, even I will say this whole chapter is little dull and and sorry for that. I promise i will edit it and make with better by two day.

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