"The week is finally over and the weekend is here. Parties,foods, clubs,dates. Weekends are my favourite and it's safe to say it's London's favourite too! This is RJ Trisha and you are listening to BCC Radio London."

Third Person's view

"So, that workshop, this cafe and the motocross track everything belongs to Jo bhai's. They call themselves "Storm Riders" and Jo bhai is the leader and boss of this gang." His friend, Aarnav who bought Shreyas to the workshop said.

Jo continued "I'm not the boss. That is Kabir. Kabir!". "Kabir was all-time champion. I've never seen him, but he was unbeatable..." before Aarnav could finish his sentence, Shreyas interrupted him, looking at Jo he asked "When can I see the bikes?" "It's there on the track i'll show you" Jo replied.
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Third Person's Pov

Scrolling through her Instagram on Shubman's laptop it suddenly turned off. "excuse me, what's the password?" She called out for him. He came towards her leaning forward towards her face he typed in the password and saying Sara's heart started beating fast would be an understatement, she felt like she was having a heart attack. A small smile plastered on her face only for it to go away in zero seconds.

"Don't upload my photos on Instagram. I need my privacy." Shubman said.
A bit taken aback she pouted and decided to change her profile which was from her's and Shubman's wedding. Scrolling through her pictures she decided to change it to a picture of her with Ishan and Shreyas. Setting the profile she smiled looking at it.

It was evening and Sara was alone. Deciding to do something interesting, she grabbed the markers and started drawing on the sliding doors of the balcony. After finishing she tried to open the balcony but she pushed it to the worng side causing it to get locked and on top of that the key was inside the apartment. Deciding to seek help she looked down to see some elderly people sitting in the garden she called out to them until one of them noticed.

She then took the paper she had bought and wrote that she needed a screwdriver. Making it a aeroplane she threw it hoping for it to reach down. And it did. The uncle called the kids and the kids helped her by tying the screwdriver to a thread and passed it towards her. Feeling thankful she threw another aeroplane which asked her neighbours to home over for a cup of tea. And they agreed without thinking twice.
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Third Person's Pov

After a long hectic day Shubman came back home only to be invited with tons of shoes outside his apartment. Feeling curious he opened the door only to be greeted by his neighbours who he didn't even know existed. He could hear screams,cheering,crying and on top of that a match on the TV. The whole house was messy. And he hated it.

"Today when I was drawing, I got locked out. I shouted a lot. Nobody heard me. Finally, I sent a rocket! Mr.Iyer saw that, he called everyone and the kids got me a screwdriver..." Before Sara could complete her sentence Shubman lost it.

"Sara!, Sara this is my private space, not a public park."

"Yes but like I said, they helped me when I got stuck".

"That's fine. But why do you create situations like that?, Why is the house so messy, doodles on walls and windows. If you want to paint do it on a paper or canvas. Just grow up for heaven's sake!" And just like that he left leaving her all alone.

Sitting in the balcony, she felt sad? Angry? Frustrated? Scared?. She herself didn't know. She hated that he screamed at her, If it was someone else she would have screamed back, but why did it feel different with him? Why did she feel sad? Heartbroken?.

Wiping away her tears  she took a deep breath and went inside only to see Shubman sleeping on the couch. She went to hoping the pain to go away with sleep.

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Shubman's Pov

I was sleeping when I felt bright colours on my face. The sun had reflected on Sara's paintings causing it to give different coloured reflected rays. Standing up, I went near the balcony tracing her paintings with my fingers.

I felt bad, horrible, for shouting at her.  I got ready to leave for work and made both of us coffee. I went inside the room only to find her sleeping her head was covered with the blanket.

I wrote a note and kept it on the side table along with the coffee mug. Pulling the blanket from her face I saw her dried tear marks and I don't know why but my heart ached. Unknowingly I carressed her cheeks and dropped a small kiss on her head. Fuck, why am I blushing?. I don't even love her.

Smiling like a idiot i again kissed her head and left. If I hadn't left I would have kissed her head 100 times.

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Sara's Pov

I was sleeping peacefully when I suddenly woke up after hearing the sound of door close. Shit, I am late. He must have left. I was cursing at myself when i noticed a coffee mug and, a note?

"Thank you for the morning colours". Oh, Shubman I think I am falling in love. I drank the coffee. Damn, he should make coffee more often.

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