My phone starts ringing again almost the same second, I cut the call and head over to loo. Stupid, has to call me while I am on the phone.

Finally I head out the washroom and see Ayan standing in a corner, with women around him like bees. I roll my eyes, even in front of a washroom he finds his horde of fans.

He sees me and instantly a look of relief falls on his face. "Where were you?" He says fighting his way out.

The group of women glare at me, as he makes his way out to stop beside me. I put up my hand in defence and yell, "Sorry girls."

Some of them laugh and shake their head. "I was in Narnia by the way." I say to Ayan.

"You little scallywag!" he narrows his eyes at me, takes my arm and starts to drag me away from the door which takes us inside the pub.

"Hey! I want to dance." I try to stomp my foot, but he keeps me dragging away an now we are in the hallway that divides into four section like a plus sign, the straight one takes us downstairs.

"No you are not, your fiancé has threatened to kill me if I even let you step inside that pub."

"What?" I exclaim, "No he didn't."

"I did." It is the voice that I would recognize anywhere in the world. I turn my head to find those brown burning gold eyes poking holes into me. My brain goes a little fuzzy and forgets to be angry with him, instead I stare back, and do not check out at him at all. I do not notice that he is tilting on a wall in a menacingly hot way, I do not notice his hair is messed, the way I like, or the way a casual grey t-shirt and black denim reminds of the painting of Achilles I once saw in an European museum.

He stands straight in a very calm way, his eyes slashing fire inside my stomach. I start to retreat like a coward that I am, two big steps and he hauls me to him. I am unprepared, so I jolt towards him and my chest bumps with his. His eyes change colour, it almost looks black. I put my hand on his stomach, he turns away from me and to my surprise holds his hand out to Ayan, who looks a little disoriented.

"Thank you for taking care of her, I owe you big time." Kiyansh says almost in a friendly way.

Ayan looks surprised but instantly shakes hands with Kiyansh, "You don't need to say thank you she is a really good friend."

I come out of my daze and narrow my gaze and put my hands on my waist, I ask Ayan, "Hey! If I am such a good friend then why don't you tell me what's going on." I turn towards Kiyansh and fume at him, "And how are you here?"

Neither of them answer my question and Kiyansh nods to Ayan. "See you in ten minutes."

Ayan nods back and gives me a guilty look before heading back inside, traitor.

Kiyansh turns to me and takes my hand without looking at me, hauling me towards the left hallway where he was standing before.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

He doesn't answer me and takes me to the farthest door at the end of the hallway, he pushes open the door with one hand and a gust of cool wind touches my hair and face.

Just as I am about to shout at him, he turns me with one swivel and pushes me into a brick wall, his arms bracketing around me like a cage.

His face comes impossibly closer, his eyes incensed, a volcano erupting inside them, his smell engulfs me like a hug.

"I told you not to cut the phone." His voice is so calm that I can hear a thunder erupting inside it.

I am feeling pleasantly challenging at the moment, "I am not your puppet." I enunciate very, very clearly.

His eyes turn dark brown, like a pot of dark coffee, his tone searing "I didn't say you were. But do you know how stupid you are when you are drunk, you don't even know where you are walking, did you want to repeat history?"

"Go to hell." I say and steer close to him, like a moth to a flame, so close, that our lips aren't even an inch away.

He clenches his jaw, "What are you doing?"

I put my hand on his chest, his heartbeat is erratic like mine, I smile and his eyes turn black.

"Shanvi you are drunk."

I move my hand to his jaw that is so beautiful, my fingers hovering above every arched angle. His eyes close and he shudders under my hand, he is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. The most beautiful sunrise from a dark night, a kind of love that never goes away.

He opens his mouth, "we should-"

I close the distance and close his lips with mine. It is a ripe fruit that I have never had before, a raw dream that have haunted me ever since I first tasted an edge of it. It is a song that enters your ears and makes everything else silent. I sigh and move close to him, craving every centre of it, the centre I thought I would never reach.

My tongue helplessly meanders its way to his lips, his throat rumbles and his lips open under mine. He tilts me on wall, the first time he ever touched me since I kissed him, his hands making a map over my back. It makes its way under my hips and he picks me up from the floor.

We both start a war of our own, our tongue colliding like swords on a battlefield.

My hand moves to his hair, and it glides like silk. We are pressed so tightly against each other, that not even a single trickle of air can pass through between us.

I gasp and he leaves my lip. Our eyes meet each other and his is honey brown, his lips are plump, swollen. We both are breathing fast, our breath mingling in the air, our body wrapped around each other, like time stopped. In the darkness he shines like light and I wonder what he thinks about me when he looks at me.

"You make me crazy." He whispers, his mint breath trickling on my skin.

I feel so alive, I can shout out to the universe.

I touch his face and he leans into my hand, all the alcohol in me somewhere lost, I feel intoxicated by his presence.

"How did you end up here?" I whisper.

His voice is honey, "You had a movie premiere I thought I should be there with you."

A trail of butterflies flies in my stomach. "But according to our mothers we are not allowed to meet each other."

He pushes me into the wall softly, his hand trailing on my back "I don't think so I can follow rules when it comes to you."

I snigger, "Just like you broke into my gym class?"

"You were having periods of course I would break into the gym class."

I smile and he puts me down on the floor. My knees feel like jelly so I tumble a little, he catches me before I fall and tugs me to him, I gasp when I feel something hard poking on my stomach.

He blushes, Kiyansh Singhania blushes tomato red from ears to neck and puts a little distance between us, still holding me.

I would have laughed if not my heart thumping like drums.

We are quite for a moment then he says, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes." I detonate.

"Why did you say you were in bathroom with Ayan?" His voice is almost pained when he says it, and that makes me revisit a different memory altogether, now I know why he was so angry.

I put my hands on his face, "I am so sorry, I don't know what got into me, he was just standing outside and it came out of my mouth," I gulp down the ants crawling in my throat, my eyes sting, "It wasn't like Nishkarsh, I promise you."

He stills at his name, a kind of stillness before the storm, his hands tightens on my waist, and he closes his eyes, breathing deep.

"Kiyansh we can't let him define us, he's not going to haunt us, do you understand?" my voice is tight, but my hands are almost pleading on his face, I am holding him like life.

It takes a minute for him to open his eyes, and that minute is like a sword waiting on my throat, but when his eyes opens and the wind falls on my hair, it's like I am staring at a star in the middle of night, the kind of feeling that sets everything straight.

That sinful lips of his, turn into a naked corner, smell of candy shops and magic. And he says, "Nothing can define us but we" and he steers close to me, he almost fits his face in my hands, "don't forget this in the morning," after a long protracted pause he says, "don't regret kissing me."

"I won't" I whisper and put my lips on his.

******

We are heading inside the pub, hand in hand, my legs and heart aching because he is going to officially meet my friends as my fiancé, the word still sending goosebumps to every single part of my body.

We open the classic cathedral pub door and Kiyansh grips my arm and lunges to the right saving me from the cake thrown in my direction, the party has become an official disaster, I see Prisha and Rohit almost smooching each other in front of fifty people, I say almost because their hands are on each other and they are dancing above a table.

"Oh god." I choke, "Kiyansh..."

"Thank god you are here." Ayan yells and almost cries in relief from a red booth to our right, holding drunk Kritika flailing her arms towards the bottle of wine. "No," Ayan chides her like a mother and takes her hand far away from it. "I need help." He looks desperately towards us.

I look at our surroundings and see people drinking booze and dancing like it's the end of the world, the only good thing here is that the lights have changed to dim red so no face is actually visible. I have a horrendous image in my brain of a front page of the newspaper with headline, Prisha Suri and Rohit Kapur caught in a public snogging, the heart of teenage girls and boys broken all over the world.

I push Kiyansh towards Ayan and start to run towards the table where it's almost coming true. The worst nightmare of mine, we all are going to be doomed, the world is coming to an end, and I am gonna die because of my friends snogging each other in public, whom I forgot to mention has respective boyfriend and girlfriend, which is definitely not each other.

I push through the crowd who is thankfully too drunk to notice me the sober ones would have definitely paraded out of this hellhole as soon as they got chance or to my horror stayed to watch the drama. Shit.

I put out my hand like a desperate fan in a crowd, five steps away, two, I count to 0.5 and blindly succeed in reaching to Rohit's spandex pants, with all my will I push him towards me, which is down the table, I realise my error too late, because again in slow motion I see Rohit being yanked in surprise, turning with a swivel, his eyes wide, looking down at me in horror, and the next time this evening I am going to fall down my ass, and I am definitely going to be injured.

Fast forward, I am being yanked away by someone's hand, my mouth opens like a piranha and I shout like the horse I am, to the same person to save Rohit's arse and promise to kiss their arse in turn. I blink and see it's Kiyansh who catches Rohit in his arm like a bride, and puts him steadily on the next table, Prisha and almost everyone around the table stops and stare. Then Prisha starts clapping like Nene in Shinchan, and when Ayan somehow gets to the other side of the table and holds his hands towards Prisha, she snickers and turns to Kiyansh, blinking her eyes and opens her arms as if she wants to fall down in his arms like Rohit.

I shake my head and laugh out loud, the drama queen.