"A...n..a...n....y....a y...e t...u k...y...a k...a....r... r...a...h...i h...a...i!",

Ronnie somehow manages to utter through his strangled throat. His eye balls pops out due to the strangle.

"Ye apni Ananya nahi hai Ronnie bhaiya!",

says Sunny, shocked, staring Ananya.

Ananya slowly turns to look towards Sunny, her chin down. Devilish smile stretched on her lips, she says,

"Isey kehte hain asli dost! Dekh kaise pehchaan liya isne."

Sunny widens his eyes.

"De...kho... pl...ea...se... An...an...ya... ko.... jaa...ne.... do!",

says Ronnie.

Ananya turns to look towards Ronnie, her earlier smile vanishes, and she asks,

"Agar jaane dunga to humara peecha chhor degi ye?"

"Wo... wo... tu...mh...ari... ma...dad.... ma...dad... ka...r .... sa...kti... hai...!",

says Ronnie.

The moment he says so, Ronnie and Sunny both feel the loosening of his hold on them.

"Kaise?",

Ananya asks.

"Wo... wo... tum...hari.... baa...t du...ni...ya... du...ni....ya... waa...lon... ke saa...mne rakh... rakh sak...ti... hai! Tu..m... tu...m....ha...re... saa...th... ky...a hu...a!",

proposes Ronnie.

The spirit inside Ananya, considers his proposal. He sets them free.

Ronnie and Sunny cough and massage their throat, respectively, staring Ananya throughout in horror.

"Jo duniya mujhe mere jeete jee nahi samjh paayi wo mere marne ke baad mujhe kya samjhegi?",

says Ananya, and laughs, throwing her head behind.

"Samjhegi! Ananya ek reporter hai. Hum sub news channel mein kaam karte hain. Tum... tum apni baat camere par subke saamne rakh sakte ho.",

says Ronnie.

Sunny looks towards Ronnie in shock! Has he lost it? What is he saying? How is it possible to bring the spirit inside Ananya in front of the whole world? How will they shoot him in camera?

"Par Ronnie bhaiya...",

Sunny intervenes with a motive to put sense into Ronnie.

Ronnie gestures Sunny with his hand to stay quiet, his palm turned towards Sunny, without turning to look towards him. Sunny stares him with his eyes wide opened out of shock and confusion.

"Magar ye hoga kaise? Tum insaan log to humare wajood ko hi thukra dete ho.",

says Ananya.

Ronnie shakes his head,

"Sub nahi sirf wo jinka saamna nahi hua aatmaon se!"

"Agar zara si bhi hoshiyaari ki to tumhari ye dost zinda nahi bachegi!",

warns Ananya.

Sunny's heart skips a beat hearing that.

Ronnie, who has turned calm by now, smiles a little, sarcastically.

"Humari dost ki aatma par tumne kaabu pa rakha hai. Kya hoshiyari kar sakte hain hum?",

he asks.

Ananya nods her head staring Ronnie throughout.

●●●●●

Ronnie calls Kabeer in the presence of Sunny and Ananya.

"Ronnie!",

Kabeer, who was restlessly walking to and fro in his cabin, immediately receives the call.

"Hello! Hello Ronnie! Ananya kahan hai? Wo theek to hai na? Main aaun kya?",

asks Kabeer in one breath, in desperation.

"Si..r... An....an...ya... Ananya theek hai Sir!",

says Ronnie, wanting Kabeer to relax before he listens to what he has to tell Kabeer.

Kabeer shuts his eyes, smiles a little in gratitude and rests his hips against his desk in his cabin.

"Tum logo ki zid thi ke main na jaun warna main khud jaata Ananya ko lene.",

says Kabeer, relaxing.

"Sir Ananya ki khabar sunnkar aapki tabiyat jis tarah bigdi, hum aapko kahin jaane de hi nahi sakte the.",

says Ronnie and turns to look towards Sunny.

Sunny nods his head in acceptance, looking towards Ronnie.

Ananya, sitting at the floor, twirls her hair tendril around her finger, looking anywhere, like a maniac. Ronnie looks towards her and his mood changes again.

"Ananya kahan hai? Meri baat karaona usse.",

says Kabeer, excited.

Ronnie's rate of heartbeat picks up pace hearing Kabeer's demand.

He gets tensed and his tone changes as he says,

"Ahmm... Sir... wo... actu...ally...."

Kabeer knits his brows, smile stretched on his lips.

"Kya baat hai Ronnie? Sub theek hai na?",

he asks, sensing something is amiss.

"Wo... baa...t ye thi....",

he trails off.

Taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, exhaling audibly, Ronnie opens his eyes and says,

"Sir main janta hoon ke ab jo main aapse bolne waala hoon wo baat aapko atpati lagegi; aapko shayad mujhpar bharosa na ho..."

Ronnie looks away, trying to gain strength and confidence.

"Aisi kya baat hai Ronnie? Mujhe tumpar bharosa kyun nahi hoga?",

asks Kabeer, suspeciously.

Ronnie finally with all his strength, reveals in front of Kabeer,

"Sir Ananya humein mil to gayi hai... magar wo humari Ananya nahi hai!"

"Humari Ananya nahi hai matlab?",

asks Kabeer, perplexed.

"Usey bharosa nahi tha na inn aatmaon, bhoot-pret par?! Shayad iss baat ki saza usey mil gayi hai!",

says Ronnie, casting his eyes downwards out of helplessness.

Sunny nods his head in sadness.

"K...kai...si... sa...za... Ronnie?",

asks Kabeer, knitting his brows tighter, turning his head a little towards right.

He has started to understand where is he going with this.

"Wo Ananya nahi... koi aur hi hai abhi. Koi aur!",

says Ronnie, turning his right hand into fist.

"She has been possessed Sir!",

reveals Ronnie.

Kabeer turns speechless out of shock!

"Sir? Hello? Kabeer Sir?"

Ronnie turns to look towards Sunny, who stares him in anxiousness. Ronnie shakes his head to indicate him that he is not speaking.

"Kahan hai wo?",

asks Kabeer, after recovering from the shock, his voice deep.

"Mere saamne!",

says Ronnie, looking towards Ananya.

Kabeer ends the call and video calls him.

Ronnie positions the camera in front of Ananya, so that Kabeer can see.

"Ananya! Ananya meri taraf dekho!",

says Kabeer, urgently.

Ananya looks towards Kabeer. She tilts her head to left, laughing a little, like a maniac.

"Dekho... dekho tum jo koi bhi ho... Ananya ne tumhara kuch nahi bigada. Usey jaane do...",

says Kabeer.

"Please.... please usey jaane do.",

he pleads.

"Bata apne Sir ko jo tu ne mujhse kaha!",

says Ananya looking towards Ronnie, serious, his words uttered at a high pace.

"Kya kaha?",

asks Kabeer, tensed, looking towards Ananya then towards Ronnie twice in quick succession.

"Sir wo...",

Ronnie begins to speak, hesitantly still.

"Kya kaha tumne Ronnie?",

asks Kabeer.

Sunny too stares Ronnie, tensed just like Kabeer.

"Sir iski maut jaisi bhi hui hai; iski jo bhi kahani hai, wo agar hum isey mauka de duniya ke saamne rakhne ka, to?",

asks Ronnie, hesitantly.

Sunny shakes his head, knowing that Ronnie is about to get scolded, badly.

Kabeer thinks about it quickly, knitting his brows.

"Magar hum ye karenge kaise?",

asks Kabeer.

His query gives Ronnie hope! A smile of excitement comes on his face.

"Aise hi Sir. Ananya ke roop mein hi ye duniya ke saamne apni baat rakhega!",

says Ronnie, excited.

Kabeer thinks, knitting his brows tighter.

"Magar Ronnie ye risky ho sakta hai. Main aisa karke KKN mein subki jaan khatre mein nahi daal sakta.",

Kabeer shakes his head, helpless.

Ronnie turns speechless.

"Magar Sir agar humne iski baat nahi maani to ye Ananya ko nahi chhorne waala. Aur jab KKN ke logon ko Ananya ke baare mein pata chalega to kya wo Ananya ki jaan se upar apni jaan ko rakhenge?",

asks Sunny.

Ronnie nods his head in agreement.

Richa ji, Sweety ji, Vishal ji aur baki sub

"Tum log KKN aa jao! Main taiyar hoon iske liye.",

says Kabeer.

"Magar Sir, Khalid Sir?",

asks Ronnie.

Sunny looks towards Kabeer expectantly.

"Tum Khalid ki chinta mat karo. Main usey sambhal loonga. Tum bus Ananya ko sahi salaamat mere paas le aao.",

says Kabeer, expectantly.

Ananya smiles sarcastically, staring Kabeer.

"Meri Ananya ko!",

he rectifies, looking towards Ananya, serious.

"Ji Sir!",

Ronnie nods his head.

Ending the call Ronnie first looks towards Sunny, Sunny stares back; then both of them look towards Ananya!

●●●●●

Vikram smiles and looks towards Vivaan and lifts him up in his arms,

"Beta jab kisise dosti ho jaati hai na to pasand na pasand khud-ba-khud samjh aane lagti hai."

Nitya's cheeks warm up and she slowly looks towards Vikram from her kitchen counter.

"Aap dono ki dosti ho gayi?",

asks Vivaan, excited.

Vikram looks towards Nitya and gets surprised upon discovering her staring at him. They both maintain the eye contact. Their rates of heartbeat picks up pace.

"Bus beta shuruat ho chuki hai!",

says Vikram, staring Nitya throughout.

His words make her insides to churn.

Nitya slowly cascades her eyes and gets busy with her work.

●●●●●

"Chalo chalkar video game khelte hain.",

says Vivaan, excited.

Vikram smiles and puts him down.

Vivaan holds his hand and pulls him towards his room. Vikram looks towards Nitya who was busy with the preparation. Suddenly, staring Nitya, Vikram's face glows an idea hits him,

"Ya hum Mumma ki help kar sakte hain kichen mein?!",

he proposes an idea in front of Vivaan.

Vivaan stops and looks towards Nitya, giving it a thought he wrinkles his nose and says,

"Boring idea hai ye Vikram!"

Vikram laughs a little finding it adorable.

"Vikram chalo na....",

Vivaan gets cut short by Nitya's scolding,

"Ye kya Vikram-Vikram laga rakha hai Vivaan!"

That skips the heartbeat of not only Vivaan but of Vikram alike. They turn to look towards Nitya, who has a big bowl with lid filled with Shahee Paneer in her hands. Their face turned red out of shock.

Nitya giving Vivaan a strict look scolds him further,

"Tumse kitne badey hain wo. Aise, naam se bulate hain?"

Vikram slowly looks towards Vivaan, feeling bad for him. He then slowly looks towards Nitya, whose eyes are glaring Vivaan.

Vivaan couldn't hold his emotions for long. He begins crying and runs into his room. Vikram extends his hand towards Vivaan - a gesture to stop him,

"Vivaan!"

Sighing, he turns to look towards Nitya and asks her, disappointed, but not shouting at her,

"Kya zaroorat thi usse aise baat karne ki?"

Nitya stares him in utter shock. Getting out of the kitchen, staring Vikram throughout, Nitya asks him, her expression of shock intact on her face,

"Vikram, tumne dekha nahi wo tumhe kis tarah naam se bula raha tha! Wo humesha tumhe naam se bulata hai."

She walks to him.

"Haan to kya hua? Wo waise hi react karega na jaisa rishta main uske saath banaunga?",

says Vikram, knitting his brows tight.

"Nitya...",

he points his index finger towards her whilst saying,

"Ye tum jaanti ho ke uska aur mera rishta kya hai!"

He points his index finger towards himself,

"Main jaanta hoon uske aur mere rishte ki suchchai...",

he then points his finger towards the left side, indicating towards the floor,

"....magar wo... wo mujhe usi tarah dekh raha hai jis tarah usey dikhaya ja raha hai. Usey dekhne ko kaha ja raha hai!"

Nitya realises that he is absolutely right. She stares him in helplessness.

"To... to main kya karun Vikram? Kaise sambhalun iss situation ko?",

she seeks his advice, knitting her brows, her head tilted leftwards.

"Tumhare aur mere beech jo bhi situation ho; in fact chahe main ye bhi kahun ke wo sirf mera beta hai, magar... magar isse suchchai nahi badal jaati!",

Nitya stares Vikram.

Vikram feels his cheeks warming up further. His eyes soft on Nitya.

"Jab... jab wo tumhe tumhare naam se bulata hai to mujhe bohot sharmindagi hoti hai.",

she says further.

Vikram's rate of heartbeat picks up pace.

"It's okay Nitya. Tum nahi jaanti thi ke main achanak tumhari zindagi mein laut aunga.",

consoles Vikram.

Nitya looks towards him. Her eyes soft on him.

"Aur jab laut aaya, tab mujhe apne saamne paakar tum bhi utni hi hairan thi, jitna main tha tumhe dekhkar.",

says Vikram.

"Kya karein-kya na karein, iss kashmakash mein bohot kuch peeche chhoot gaya, ab bhi aur.... pehle bhi!",

he stares Nitya, trying to convey his apology through his eyes.

Nitya understands what he means and stares him back, hesitantly, before lowering her eyes.

"Magar pehle ki tarah na tum kahin jaa rahi ho na main, to sambhal lenge iss situation ko, milkar!",

he utters 'milkar' with his eyes filled with love and expectations.

"Main chahti hoon ke wo tumhari respect karey.",

says Nitya.

Shaking his head, smiling a little,

"Wo mujhe kis naam se bula raha hai usse uska respect mere liye kam nahi ho jaata Nitya."

Nitya stares him.

"Wo meri baaton ko bohot dhyan se sunta hai; meri baaton ko maanta hai, isse uske respect ka pata chalta hai naake uske mujhe mere naam se pukarne se.",

Vikram explains her.

"So just relax. Main usey lekar aata hoon.",

smiles Vikram.

Nitya nods her head and cascades her eyes. Vikram leaves for Vivaan's room.

●●●●●

"Main taiyar hoon Naina. Tum taiyar hokar baahar aa jaana.",

says Rajveer and opens the door to leave his room, carrying a duffle bag containing few of their clothes.

He gets surprised upon discovering Meher, standing outside his room, about to knock.

"Meher! Tum yahan? Naina ready ho rahi hai. Bus thodi der mein aa jayegi.",

says Rajveer, assuming that she is here to meet Naina.

"Ahmm... nahi wo darasal main aapse milne aayi thi.",

Meher's reply startles Rajveer.

"Mujhse?! Haan kaho kya baat hai?",

smiles Rajveer.

"Ahmm... darasal... main aapse apne Abbu ke baare mein baat karne aayi thi.",

says Meher.

Rajveer knits his brows in confusion. He doesn't even know who her Abbu is, what has he to do with him then?

"Chalo reception tak chalte hain. Wohin jaakar baat karte hain.",

says Rajveer and gestures her to move forth.

As they walk towards the reception, Rajveer asks,

"Batao kya baat karni hai tumhe mujhse apne Abbu ke baare mein?"

"Darasal mere Abbu fauj mein hain.",

she says.

Rajveer's heart swells with pride.

"Fauj mein!",

he smiles wide.

"Ji. Sikkim mein unki posting thi."

Meher shares everything that she shared with Sujal.

Rajveer knits his brows and nods his head, thinking.

"Hmmm... kya naam bataya tumne apne Abbu ka?",

he asks.

"Major Parvez Mirza.",

says Meher.

"Ye naam...",

Rajveer, wonders and his heart skips a beat as he remembers.

He turns to look towards Meher in utter shock.

●●●●●

"Tum... tum Major Parvez Mirza ki beti ho?",

asks Rajveer, shocked.

His tone surprises Meher.

"Ji... aap... aap jaante hain Abbu ko?",

asks Meher, expectantly, a smile of hope stretches on her lips.

Rajveer's face expression tells Meher that something is amiss.

"K...kya hua? Aap... aap chup kyun hain?",

asks Meher, knitting her brows tight. Her heart beating at a tremendous pace.

"Meher....",

Rajveer fails to understand how to break the news in front of Meher.

Holding her by her shoulders, Rajveer with seriousness on his face says,

"Main jo... tumhe batane wala hoon.... shayad tumhe sunkar... acha na lagey... par... par Major Parvez Mirza wo shaheed ho chukey hain!"

"Allah!",

Meher swears, resting her hand on her chest, staring Rajveer out of shock.

"Aa..p... aa...p jhoot keh rahe hain na?",

asks Meher, staring him unblinked.

"Abbu!!",

she shakes her head several times in quick succession, staring Rajveer in disbelief.

Rajveer stares her helplessly for sometime then shakes his head in slow motion.

"Aap jhoot keh rahe hain!",

shouts Meher, crying.

Rajveer keeps his hold intact on her, feeling extremely sorry for her.

Naushad happens to reach there at that moment and knits his brows, wondering what's going on.

"Meher?!",

he calls her out, staring Rajveer and Meher.

Rajveer and Meher turn to look towards Naushad.

Getting out of Rajveer's hold, Meher reaches Naushad, crying, and complains him about Rajveer, her voice increased out of anxiousness.

Resting her hands over his chest, on his shirt, Meher cries and shouts saying,

"Naushad dekhiye na yein kya keh rahe hain..."

Naushad looks towards Rajveer. Rajveer keeps his eyes on Meher. His eyes well up.

"Abbu... mere Abbu. Wo... wo shaheed ho gaye hain!",

she says, crying, her eyes open wide as she utters these words in disbelief and denial.

"Ammi ko phone aata tha unka Naushad. Chiththi aati thi unki. Wo... wo theek hain isliye to aati thi. Aur yein... yein keh rahe hain ki...",

Meher holds her head from both the sides as it gets heavy.

"Meher...!",

Naushad holds her.

"Ma...in... ma...in... jh..oot nahi keh raha!",

says Rajveer, helplessly.

Naina reaches him by now and holds him by his upper arm, staring Meher in confusion.

"Kya hua Rajveer?",

Naina asks him, looking towards him.

Rajveer looks towards Naina and shakes his head in helplessness.

Naina looks back towards Meher to understand what's going on.

"Aap inse kuch kehte kyun nahi Naushad. Ye kuch bhi keh rahe hain mere Abbu ke baare mein.",

cries Meher, still looking towards Naushad.

"Meher suno...",

Naushad tries to calm her down.

But she keeps blabbering.

"Meher..."

"Meher...."

And when she still doesn't stop Naushad slaps her!

Naina covers her mouth with both of her hands in utter shock. Her eyes wide opened. Rajveer too stares Meher, shocked.

Naina quickly reaches Meher and holds her by her shoulders, wrapping her arm around Meher.

Meher stares Naushad in disbelief. Fresh tears roll down her cheeks.

"Kyun kuch bolun main Rajveer ko, haan?",

Naushad shouts at Meher, pointing his left index finger towards Rajveer while taking his name, stretching his left arm.

Meher and Naina stare Naushad in shock.

"Jab main jaanta hoon ke ye jo kuch bhi keh rahe hain sub such hai!",

shouts Naushad.

This comes as yet another shock for Meher as well as for Naina.

"A...ap...ko... aa...p...ko... pa..ta... tha...?",

asks Meher, holding her breath, shocked to yet another level.

Naushad slowly cascades his eyes.

Meher shivers! Feeling betrayed! He knew it! He knew it this whole time!

Sujal and Kashish too reach their tensed.

"Agar aapko pata thi ye baat to aapne mujhe kyun nahi bataya Naushad?",

shouts Meher.

"Bataiye! Jawab dijiye mujhe!",

shouts Meher.

Rajveer and Naina stare Naushad in shock.

"Main batana chahta tha aapko Meher. Aur yakeen maniye bata bhi deta. Magar jab maine dekha aap aur Jannat kis tarah apne parivaar ko jodey rakhne ki koshish kar rahe hain.... aap subki aankhon mein maine umeed dekhi. Umeed aapke Abbu ke laut aane ki. Such batakar main aap logon ke himmat ko todna nahi chahta tha!",

says Naushad.

"Main manta hoon main darr gaya tha. Maine ankhein band kar li theen. Socha tha ke jab aap tak such ko pohnchna hoga pohnch jayega such aap tak. Jis roop mein pohnchna hoga pohnch jayega.",

says Naushad, looking towards Meher.

"K...kabhi... kabhi socha nahi tha ke iss tarah aapka such se saamna hoga!",

he says.

Meher cries hard covering her face with both of her hands.

Kashish feels bad for her.

"Meher!",

she reaches Meher and hugs her.

Meher cries further, burying her face on Kashish's chest. Kashish knits her brows and soothes Meher by rotating her hand lovingly on her head.

Kashish looks towards Naina who is staring her and Meher, tensed.

Naina and Kashish look towards each other. Kashish through her eyes conveys to Naina that she is not against Naina and Rajveer; she is just consoling Meher. Naina nods her head in understanding, smiling a little.

Kashish then looks towards Rajveer. Rajveer stares her back and sighs in helplessness.

●●●●●

Naushad and Sujal have a discussion and come to a conclusion that it is better that Naushad and Meher head towards Kashmir and Sujal and Kashish head towards their home as Meher needs to spend time with Naushad more than anyone else and she might feel uncomfortable in their presence. Naushad doesn't argue. Rajveer and Naina head back to the academy.

All of them head back to their respective homes.

●●●●●

Rajveer and Naina stay silent during the intial phase of the journey back to KMA.

Naina looks towards Rajveer, nervously and finds him all serious, his brows knit together, his eyes glued to the road ahead.

"Aap Meher ko thoda waqt dijiye. I am sure wo samjh jayegi.",

says Naina, trying to cool down his temperament.

"Main usse gussa nahi hoon Naina. Mujhe kisi baat ka bura nahi laga. Bus fikr iss baat ki hai ke wo iss sadme se kab tak aur kaise ubhregi!",

says Rajveer, without turning to look towards Naina.

Naina nods her head.

"Ye dusri baar hai jab maine kisi shaheed soldier ki family ke saamne uski maut ka such rakha!",

says Rajveer, after a brief silence.

Shivers run down Naina's spine as she understands he is talking about her. Naina rests her hand on his thigh to convey to him in silence that she doesn't consider him to be Naveen's culprit anymore.

Smiling sarcastically, he says,

"Pata nahi bhagwan ko mujhse bohot zyada pyar hai ya koi dushmani jo mujhe humesha aisi baaton ke liye doot (messenger) banakar bhejta hai har jagah."

Naina's heart clenches hearing him and she says,

"Pyar hi hoga! Kyunki aapse koi zyada din gussa hi nahi reh sakta, dushmani to duur ki baat hai!"

"Tum to rahi thi!",

says Rajveer, smiling sadly, focusing on his drive.

Naina stares him out of guilt.

(Rajveer-Naina revolt tune begins)

Rajveer though focusing on his drive is well aware of the change in Naina's expression; the guilt she is bearing in her heart. He smiles a little secretly and to distract her, he says,

"Acha ye batao Pooja se baat hui?"

Naina's mood changes immediately upon hearing Pooja's name. Smiling wide she says,

"Haan message kar diya hai ke hum wapas aa rahe hain. Jabse KMA mein Pooja aur main parhane lagey hain tabse itne busy ho gaye hain ke waqt hi nahi milta ek dusre se baat karne ka.",

frowns Naina.

Laughing a little, Rajveer says,

"Aisa hi hota hai. Main jab teacher bankar KMA aaya tha tab main bhi itna busy ho gaya tha ke ghar par phone karne ka bhi waqt nahi milta tha."

"Sheri itna gussa karti thi mujhpar. Kehti thi bhaiya aapke paas mujhse baat karne ke liye bilkul waqt nahi hai na?",

laughs Rajveer.

Naina laughs a little and stares Rajveer.

"Aap Sheri se bohot pyar karte hain na?",

asks Naina, smiling.

Rajveer nods his head, thinking about Sheri fondly.

"Kabhi-kabhi mann karta hai ho aun uske paas. Phir rok leta hoon khudko.",

says Rajveer.

"Kyun? Kyun rok lete hain?",

asks Naina, disappointed.

"Mil aayiyega kabhi usse.",

smiles Naina.

"Tum bhi chalna.",

smiles Rajveer.

"Main? Main kya karungi jaakar?",

asks Naina, smiling, knitting her brows.

"Arey Sheri ko bhi milne ka mann karta hoga apni Bhabhi se.",

says Rajveer.

Naina blushes and smiles hearing the word 'Bhabhi' used for her.

Taking a deep breath, Naina, looking forward says,

"Haan Shraddha se hi milna parhega. Mere dost to mujhe Bhabhi wali feeling aane hi nahi dete.",

disappointed.

Rajveer laughs and asks,

"Tumhare dost tumhe Bhabhi wali feeling kyun aane denge?"

Naina looks towards him with fake anger and asks,

"Kyun wo aapke kuch nahi lagtein kya? Badey Bhai jaisa maante hain wo aapko."

Rajveer's heart swells with pride and love.

Smiling bright, his eyes twinkling, he says,

"Mere liye bhi wo mere chhote bhai-behn hi hain."

Naina smiles wide.

"Acha Shraddha ke baare mein kuch bataiye na. Kaisi hai wo? Matlab aapne to mujhe ab tak photo bhi nahi dikhayi uski.",

complains Naina.

Rajveer raises his brows realising that indeed it was not fair of him to do this to Naina.

"I... I am sorry Naina. Darasal kabhi baat nahi uthi na Sheri ki to isliye...",

says Rajveer, his cheeks warm out of embarrassment.

Naina laughs and asks him,

"Aap... aap itna ghabra kyun rahe hain jaise aapne koi bohot bada gunaah kar diya ho!"

Rajveer shuts his eyes, smiles and blushes. Naina laughs enjoying witnessing his state.

"Aur ye kya Sheri-Sheri bulate rehte hain aap sub usey. Itna acha naam hai uska Shraddha.",

smiles Naina.

"Shraddha bulaya kijiye.",

says Naina.

Rajveer laughs out loud.

"Ab iss mein hansne ki kya baat hai?",

asks Naina, knitting her brows.

"Agar tum uske saamne usey iss naam se bulaogi na wo samajh hi nahi payegi ke tum usse baat kar rahi ho.",

laughs Rajveer.

Naina widens her eyes in disbelief.

"Wo sunegi na ke kisine usey uske purey naam se bulaya wo to aasmaan se sidha neeche gireygi.",

laughs Rajveer.

Naina gives expressions of extreme disappointment.

"Kaise hain aap sub! Lala Gehlot ka to chalo samjhti hoon magar aap, aap bhi usey Sheri karke bulate hain. Mujhe to lagta tha aapko traditional naam; traditional kapde; traditional log pasand hain!",

complains Naina, crossing her arms and resting them against her abdominal.

"Haan traditional log aur kapde to bohot pasand hain.",

teases Rajveer, looking towards her, briefly, laughing.

Naina shakes her head and doesn't turn to look towards Rajveer.

"Hey Naina suno to!",

laughs Rajveer.

He takes his left hand and rests his index finger under her chin, his right hand controlling the steering wheel,

"Kya hua gussa ho gayi?",

laughs Rajveer.

Naina, turns to look towards Rajveer, laughing, and beats him lightly on his chest with her right hand.

Rajveer laughs too.

"Mujhse kabhi gussa mat hua karo Naina. Tumhara mujhse yun roothna mujhse bardasht nahi hota.",

says Rajveer, serious.

Naina smiles and says,

"Nahi hongi kabhi gussa aapse."

They smile looking towards each other.

Naina rests her head against his chest, smiling. Rajveer wraps his left arm around her.

●●●●●

Sujal and Kashish are driving back towards their home. Sujal turns to look towards Kashish whilst driving and finds her deep in thoughts.

Looking back towards the road, Sujal asks her,

"Kya hua Kashish? Tum itni gumsum kyun ho?"

"Waqt humare saamne kis tarah konsi suchchai le ayega kisiko kuch pata nahi hota.",

says Kashish, her eyes unblinked.

"Tum kis suchchai ki baat kar rahi ho Kashish?",

asks Sujal, confused.

Kashish turns to look towards Sujal and after a brief silent stare, she says, still staring him,

"Piyush ki maut ki suchchai."

Sujal applies the break hard to save a little girl from getting hit by his car.

"Sujal!",

Kashish rests her hand on his upper arm, staring at the girl, shocked, feeling the jerk of the car after the break was applied.

Both of them stare at the girl in horror. Kashish turns to look towards Sujal, her eyes still wide opened.

"Kya hua Sujal?",

asks Kashish, concerned, looking towards him.

Sujal looks towards Kashish and immediately asks her,

"Tu...m.... tum theek ho na Kashish?"

Kashish nods her head to ensure him that she is fine.

"Main theek hoon Sujal!",

she says, staring him, knitting her brows.

Sujal rests his hand on her cheek. They both stare each other. Sujal slowly removes his hand and tears his gaze away from Kashish. He rests back his hand on the steering wheel and stays silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Piyush ki maut ka gunehgar tumhe maanne ki galti kar baithi thi.",

says Kashish, her eyes turn teary.

Sujal slowly raises his cascaded eyes and looks in front at the road. His face expression serious, as if holding his emotion of sorrow. Deep down he misses Piyush, even after everything.

Turning his face a little towards Kashish, without looking towards her, Sujal says,

"Tumne wohi dekha Kashish jo Sanya aur Archie tumhe dikhana chahte the. Tum apni nazar se nahi unki nazar se dekh rahi thi."

Kashish nods her head, staring him throughout, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Haan, kuch pal ke liye Piyush ke gunehgaar ko saza dilane ke chakkar mein main andhi ho gayi thi. Phir... Phir socha ke chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye mera Sujal... mera Sujal kabhi aisa nahi kar sakta!",

says Kashish, tears roll down Kashish's cheeks.

That clenches Sujal's heart, her faith in him. The fact that she addressed him as her Sujal!

"Uss din jab Piyush...",

Kashish turns to look ahead towards the road and continues,

"...ka intezaar kar rahi thi main shaadi ke mandap par aur tab uske accident ki khabar aayi, meri nazrein sirf tumhe dhoondh raheen theen."

Lump forms in her throat as she speaks further,

"...Tumhe kahin na paakar, maine Mumma se poocha ke tum kahan ho."

Shaking her head, she continues,

"Wo bhi tumhare baare mein kuch nahi bata payeen."

"Jabse tumhare aur mere beech dooriyan aani shuru hui theen tumne sharab se apni nazdeekiyan barha li thi.",

says Kashish, sadly, remembering everything.

Sujal looks towards her, feeling guilty.

"Aur shayad iss wajah se tumhe koi baat samjhana...",

she shakes her head,

"...tab mere liye namumkin sa ho gaya tha."

She laughs a little, sarcastically,

"Socho, wo Sujal jiske rag-rag se Kashish wakif thi, uske liye usey kisi baat ke liye manana namumkin ho gaya!"

Sujal looks away drowning into the pool of guilt.

"Mujhe laga shayad tab bhi tum sharab ke nashe mein dhut hokar kahin baithe hoge.",

says Kashish.

"Piyush ki maut ke baad tum meri strength baney. Vasu aunty ka mujh par baar-baar, har baar ungli uthana, ke main apshaguni hoon....",

Kashish cries,

"Ander se tod deta tha mujhe!"

"Kashish!",

Sujal tries to console her.

Smiling sarcastically, whilst crying, she says,

"Waise galat kahan theen wo?"

"Dekho na tumse pyar kiya tumhare aur mere beech itni galatfehmiyan ho gayin ke chahkar bhi unhe mita na saki. "

Sujal cascades his eyes, helplessly.

"Phir Piyush se shadi karne ke liye haan kiya, Papa ki khushi ke liye, to usey bhi kho diya.",

says Kashish.

Kashish turns to look towards Sujal and says,

"Piyush humara dost tha Sujal!"

Sujal nods his head, keeping his eyes casted downwards, his head bowed.

"Hmm... wo dost jo apne dost ke pyar ko na samjh saka!",

smiles Sujal, sarcastically.

Kashish's heart skips a beat hearing him. She knits her brows tighter.

Sujal looks towards her, his head still bowed.

"Mat...lab?",

asks Kashish, confused.

"Matlab ye Kashish ki wo jaanta tha ke main tumse pyar karta hoon!",

reveals Sujal.

That comes as a shock for Kashish.

"N...ahi... Na...hi... wo nahi jaanta tha?!",

asks Kashish, more than says!

Sujal smiles sarcastically and looks away.

"Main tumse jhoot nahi kehta Kashish. I hope tum ye baat janti ho!",

saying so he looks towards Kashish, serious.

Kashish's rate of heartbeat picks up pace as she finds it difficult to accept that Piyush knew about them!

At this particular moment Kashish hates Piyush for the fact that he acted to be innocent in front of him. As if he was unaware about what she was going through!