It's morning and someone's shouting on my head. I groan and turn to find that person, and my eyes open dramatically with my legs half on Denver and half on Kiyansh, Denver grunts in sleep and Kiyansh starts to open his eyes I realise in half daze state that the someone is not someone but my phone ringing in the nightstand. I hasten my legs away from him before he can realise that I again moved close to him in sleep and evade his eyes, turning to the nightstand and picking the call without even looking at the caller ID, the phone tumbling half out of my hand.

"Hello" my throat is raspy, I clear it.

"Hello mam, Mahira here, umm sorry to disturb you in morning, but we have an emergency here. I checked the mail from our PR and they say they want you in at least two promotions of the film and if not, they need you to be in today's conference."

I feel Kiyansh slithering close to me, my heart beat picks up and fails to recognize the problem at hand. I take a minute for me to respond, "Why didn't you tell me earlier then, how am I supposed to come all of a sudden?"

Her voice is guilty when she says, "I am sorry mam, I didn't open the email earlier but there is a flight at 9 am from IGIA I checked, you would be in Mumbai by 11. Should I book the ticket? Sorry."

I half groan, "Stop saying sorry." I look at the phone, it's 5:45 in morning, in half phone light I see him watching me, and realise that my t-shirt, I mean his t-shirt, is halfway up my torso. I fasten it down, my chest pumping blood to my face without any stoppage, I turn away from him completely and gulp down a glass of water, then register Mahira is still on the phone, with half my mouth filled with water, I say, "Mahira, I will tell you in five."

I feel Kiyansh shaking in laughter behind me. I am a stupid, hell going Idiot.

My face heats up and I think to exaggerate the conversation with Mahira so that I can ignore Kiyansh's face and all the reality that is burning inside me when she says, "Okay mam," And cuts the call.

Great I have been left alone to be made fun by Kiyansh Singhania at 5:45 in the morning.

"What?" I say and turn to him in half dark.

He snaps his fingers twice and the room glides with soft light. Honestly, the room lights up because of his unfairly beautiful face crinkled in laughter and his messed hair looking all golden and brown.

"What?" I say again, half irritated by the fact that I must be looking like some woman lost in a ditch for half a century.

His eyes meet mine and Oh god.

"You were like, Mahiaa ell u in fawwe." And he starts to laugh again.

I pick up a pillow and throw it on his face, Denver startles out of sleep and starts barking, jumping half up from the bed.

"Denver go back to sleep, he deserves some punishment." I chortle and funnily throw a blanket on Denver's face.

Both Denver and Kiyansh shake out of their attacks at the same time, and both narrow their eyes at me almost in a telepathic way.

I shriek and try to get away from the bed, but I am attacked from both sides. Denver pushes me from his head and cute paws, and Kiyansh grabs my arms and pins me down on the bed with a sly smile on his face, "You know you can't run away from us, we got you."

"I have to run away from you to Mumbai today, there's a press conference, and I need to be there or otherwise I'll have to go to two promotions and that's ridiculous." I say with a sullen face.

His face falls a little but his hand moves to my hair rubbing on my scalp gently, the next thing he says makes me want to kiss him so loud that it surprises me and makes me glad that he can't hear my thoughts "But you love your work and you are lucky to be doing it even when sometimes it sucks."

I grin, "You know what, I will dress up in man's clothes and go to Maratha Mandir with Prisha again. It will be so fun."

I suck in a breath when I realise I have involuntary moved my face close to him and he is silent and staring at me.

I become silent too, my heart jittering in my chest.

He whispers like we are in on some conspiracy, which we are, "Are you going to use that fake moustache again?"

It takes a second for my brain to comprehend what he is saying because he is so, so close that half an inch more, and our lips will touch, and it's going to be the death of me. His hand stops moving in my hair and it moves to my ear, I don't think I repress the shiver that rakes through me when his finger gently touches my earlobe.

The phone in the nightstand again starts to ring with the voice of Johnny Cash and this time Kiyansh groans and gets away from me, handing my phone to me and murmuring something about "invading space."

I shake my head and tell Mahira, that indeed she should book my ticket to Mumbai.

*****

I come out of the bathroom in my yesterday's clothes when I see a blue suitcase near the brown rug on the floor.

I drag the suitcase to bed and open it to find it piled with neat women clothes, mysteriously of all my size. I look at the underwear and bra and blush when I see they are my size too, my heart ding dongs when I see that under the clothes there are two books, upside down just as I pack them whenever I go anywhere.

The door to the bedroom opens and I turn to find Kiyansh freshly showered and neatly dressed in my favourite work clothes of his, those tight tailored suits makes him look like some Armani model, especially when today he is wearing a casual brown one, which makes him look like not casual at all. "In which corner of the world did you find this suitcase with my particular size of clothes." I ask with my brows up. Go smile, go away.

His brows go up too, essentially making him look more hot unlike stupid like me. "I guess this corner seems fine, so here." He says sarcastically.

I narrow my eyes at him.

He raises his hand in defence, "I knew your size so I asked my secretary to arrange them."

"Did you just call your secretary at 6 in the morning to get clothes for me? We could have gone to my apartment, where even did she get this?"

He clucks like it's no big deal, "There are things known as 24/7, I didn't want you to be late."

"We wouldn't have been late, and why are you wearing your work clothes?" I do not say, why do you look like you are going to ramp walk for Armani.

"Because I am dropping you at the airport and heading office. Come on let's go." He says and starts to picks the suitcase.

"Give me a minute" I shoo away him outside the room. Then after checking that the room is locked I creepily go into the bathroom and bring his t-shirt and shorts scuffling it inside my suitcase. What? It was comfy and it smells so good.

We manage to get inside the car at 6:45 after Denver created a big seen and held onto my jeans even when Kiyansh told him to let go, the only way he let me go was when I bent down and promised him that I would come the next day, I swear he understands everything.

"You didn't have to come, you could have told your driver."

"Why do you need a driver, drivers are only for emergency."

"This was emergency!" I say opening the sandwich which Rabi uncle made for me to go on the way, and hold it out in front of his lips.

He turns towards me, his big brown jaunty gold eyes steer me in a place. "You are my emergency." He says and then steers my hand to my mouth, holding the sandwich in front of my mouth, "You hate airport food, at least have one full sandwich." Then he starts the car and steers out from his home and towards the airport.

I shake my head, forcefully stuff a big chunk of the sandwich in his mouth and blast a loud Punjabi song which I know he hates while he chews quickly so he can tell me to change the song.

I do not.

I laugh the whole drive because he tries to snatch the phone away from me, but of course he is driving. So I fill the whole driveway with loud Punjabi Songs, and I am sure at some point of time I saw his scowl turn into a little smile which he hid away in seconds.

****

We check in at the airport and I hear the announcement for calling passengers. I take a deep breath and turn towards him. Every time he comes to drop me at the airport, I feel that synergy when I was going to London for college, and it drops my mood to a zero level.

I guess he sees it in my eyes because he catches both my hand in his and all of a sudden that feeling turns into something more weird, and I am standing like a mannequin.

"When will you be back?" The feeling erupts in my stomach.

I clear my throat. "Two or maybe three days, I will try to complete the whole work soon."

He nods. "Call me when you get there okay?"

I stand still and think what to say, how to react. Things were so easy before, I would hug him, he would hug me, we would speak something gibberish and laugh like idiots. But the thing was I couldn't think of something gibberish right now, he was looking at me with such fervent eyes, I felt like someone tied my throat and stomach in knots. What the hell is this? I wasn't like this before.

"What did you just say?" Kiyansh laughs curiously at me.

I stomp my foot overdramatically. "I didn't say anything."

The blood rushes onto my face. Did I say that out loud? I am such an idiot.

Kiyansh laughs and encircles me in his arms, my face falls on his chest. "You are not an idiot, you are the most adorable and cutest person on this earth and lucky me, my fiancé." He bends down and whispers in my ear and a tingle of wave passes straight to my foot. "Here," He says and out of nowhere I feel something cold slip on my hands.

I open my eyes and find a silver shining pendant on my hand. "What is this?" I ask with wide eyes when I turn it and see it's not silver, it's ridiculously expensive platinum and it has a small heart engraved with diamonds on it, which is sparkling in my hands like a morning sky.

"It's called a pendant," he jokes.

I feel panic rise up inside me, I turn and hastily hold my luggage moving forward. "I don't have time for this, I have to go."

"Hey, Hey!" He grabs my hand holding the luggage. "You are not going to panic again. It's just a pendant, a simple pendant."

"Yeah of diamonds and platinum, I don't want it." I don't add that it has a heart which makes me feel as if it symbolises something else, which in turn makes me remember that only I love him. He doesn't. And it makes me feel pathetic when I realise maybe I am never going to hear those words from him, about how I said yes even after knowing that.

"It's not much, just wear it. It's for you."

"When did you get it?" my eyes widen. "Excuse me! By any chance did you get this for Sahana and now you're giving it to me?"

His voice is thunderstorm when he says, "Why do you measure us so low. I got it for you when I went for auction in Africa. How can you even think that? Why the hell do you involve her into everything?"

"Because she was apparently involved into everything remember?" I don't realise I am yelling until I see people stopping and looking at us as if we were disturbing there austere presence, which we might were.

I hear the announcement call again and without looking at him I turn again and push at my suitcase, but it's held back with his large strong hands. To show him that even I have strong hands, I push again and again until I feel an arm snake on my waist and I still, his jaw fits on my shoulders and he pushes me back to him, his body catches mine, enrapturing my breath away.

I see people stop again, but this time they stare with much mushy eyes rather than annoyance. Some women stop entirely, ignoring me and ogling at him then, watching me with slithering eyes that say, 'What did you do to deserve him?' Except there was this old women in red dress, that turned from a waiting line and winked at me.

"Don't fight me like this." He whispers an order in my ear, then, a moment of silence and his voice becomes soft, gentle, like the breeze of wind in a summer night, "I would never, ever involve someone else into us. No one is allowed, no one."

I feel as if a part of my resilience is lost, and he knows it. The announcement calls again.

He turns me swiftly with one arm, the other still on my luggage as if I would run with it, I might. Then without a warning, without a single threatening warning that I can process, his lips fall on my right cheek, then left, then forehead.

And I am a mannequin again, a man kissing a mannequin with ghost wide eyes. In my dazed state, his hands go to the back of my neck and with that advantage in his hands, he locks the pendant there.

Definitely a mannequin, but I am sure a mannequin doesn't feel obscene thoughts like me. Shameful pheromones.

"Come soon, and call me daily okay?" He kisses me on the forehead again and I feel tingle of butterflies moving there. Is that even possible? Yes, see a pompous mannequin can feel butterflies on her head.

Then I do the most embarrassing thing I haven't ever done in a public place, I move forward and kiss him on his right cheek. The smell of his skin is so soft and amazing that I want to bottle that smell and take it to Mumbai. I don't realise my lips are still sticking to his face when I hear a click of camera. I turn to find the source, and find a six or seven something year old girl in a yellow dress with a phone in her hand, beside her, her mother, I guess is standing apologetically.

Her mother looks at me and smiles ruefully, "She saw you from the Coffee shop" she entails towards a big open coffee shop, "and dragged me here, you both were looking so cute, she wanted to click a picture, really sorry." She says with an embarrassed face, her gaze moves to Kiyansh and she blushes red.

I roll my eyes inwardly, even married women and small girls. Kiyansh Singhania doesn't have a league.

Before I can say anything, Kiyansh beats me to it, "It's okay, if I can get the picture." There's new kind of tone in his voice that I have never heard before, it's so innocent and childhood like that it takes me a moment to process that Kiyansh seems happy. He seems so happy and childlike that it fills my heart and ties my throat in knots. If this is how I get my best friend back, I would give anything to the world.

Kiyansh bends down and start to look at the small girl's phone with her and her mother.

A flash of embarrassment creeps on my cheek and I decide I should go. "Hey I should go, getting late."

He gets up from the floor and without a warning he hugs me again. And I hear the click of a camera, again.

"Bye Fiancé" he smiles, and beeps his nose with mine, "Don't forget to call me when you reach there."

I nod my head with a lump in my throat, and awkwardly wave at the small girl and her mother.

They wave back with sheer excitement and I head straight towards the ramp, turning back to take a look and find Kiyansh looking at me, I smile softly my heart and throat jingling inside me.