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From here onwards, the story will be in the PAST unless, of course, if I mention 'present'.

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WAQAS' POV

Torture. Plain torture.

The more I tried to divert my mind, the harder it became to pass time in this stupid economy class seat. Never in my life, I am going to travel in these. I flicked to another movie on my screen and dug deeper in to my seat. I needed to lie down. Here I was trying to at least sit properly and this madam on my right was sleeping ever so peacefully.

I looked over my shoulder, scowling at the figure but then sighed. She had a faint smile her lips. My hand raised involuntarily as my fingers brushed against her soft skin, pushing away the loose strands of hair. She stirred in her sleep before leaning closer to hold my arm. My muscles stiffened at her touch as I tried to pull away but, in vein.

Bare aram se so rahi hai...

I pressed the call button and an air hostess appeared beside me with in a few seconds. I asked her for water and patiently waited for her to return.

"Thanks," I mumbled as I accepted the glass. She nodded and walked away.

"Roop?" I nudged her once more but she didn't wake up. Dipping my fingers in the cold water, I sprinkled some on her face and immediately looked ahead of me. She stirred again but, fell back to sleep. I huffed, taking more water than last time and splashed it on her face.

"Kaun hai?!" She sat up straight, startled, and yanked her hand, slapping me across my face.

"Ow!" I howled, holding my jaw and she gasped, covering her mouth.

Karma, it is Waqas.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry Waqas!" She panicked, holding my chin, "zor Se lagi? I am sorry."

"Nahi it's ok," I forced a smile and she sighed. If only she knew I kinda deserved it.

Suddenly she pulled the handle between our chair and I raised an eyebrow. Ab Kya godh main sir rakhe gi?

"You must be feeling uncomfortable. I have enough space so make yourself comfortable," she smiled and rested her head near the window this time.

I hate to admit but I needed this extra space.

I pulled out a pair of black headphones and played Iron Man 3 on the mini screen in front of me. I have watched it a million times but, there were not many good options here. Suddenly something moved in the corner of my eye and I turned my attention to Roop. She winced, resting her head on the seat's headrest again. A few seconds passed when it jerked forward again but this time, she didn't wake up.

I felt bad about waking her up earlier.

"Roop?" I called her name again and like always, she didn't wake up. Ghodhe, ghade, haathi, oonth- sab bech kar soti hai yeh.

Ughh.

I held her head softly and pushed it back again, making it rest on the headrest but, that lasted for five seconds only as her head fell forward again. I pinched her shoulder, picking up her dress' material and pulled her towards me. Raising my left hand, I rested it on her right cheek and pulled her head down on my shoulder. She is your wife Waqas, easy! I reminded myself to ease the awkwardness but that was only until she hugged my arm tightly and pulled me closer.

I absentmindedly kept flicking through random movies to keep myself busy until sleep finally took over me.

ROOP's POV

"Hey! Look who is here!" Aisha's voice caught my attention the moment I came out of the airport. I ran up to her, leaving Waqas with all the bags, and hugged her. He had strictly told me to stick by him but who cares? We pulled away and I smiled at Atif.

"Sorry we couldn't come to your wedding! The court didn't allow Rishab to leave again!" Aisha pouted and I shook my head. "You can make up for that by showing me around Mumbai!"

"Deal!" She grinned before hugging me again.

Suddenly something flashed, catching me off guard. I frowned as all of a sudden, random photographs surrounded me, clicking pictures of me and asking me all sorts questions. I lost Aisha in the crowd as I tried pushing past all the strangers. I realised the questions were about Waqas and I but, I was too startled to answer any.

My eyes teared up, I was never the kind of a person who would love being the centre of attention.

"I got this," someone whispered in my ear as a hand slipped between mine, securing my fingers firmly between their's. I looked over my shoulder and found Waqas staring at me. I smiled at him, as a wave of relief washed over me. I knew he would handle these people now, he always does that.

"Excuse me, move aside please!" He left my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me extremely close to his body, as we walked through the crowd. Maybe he, himself, didn't realise that.

"Sir! One autograph please!" A girl yelled from the crowd but Waqas didn't stop. We kept walking until six men, dressed in black, came running towards us.

"Sorry sir!" One of them spoke as they made a cover around us. We reached a black car and Waqas opened the door for me. Once I was inside, he went around and entered from the other side.

"Useless, all of you!" He growled at the driver and the man sitting in the front, taking me by surprise, "you were supposed to be here before we reached."

"S-sorry sir," the driver stuttered.

"Your sorry won't do, you guys are never on time," Waqas was fuming, I could tell, "I need new security guards."

From the rearview mirror, I could see the concerned expressions on the driver's face. It's probably his only source of income.

"Waqas calm down, at least they were in time if not on time," I whispered, nervously touching his shoulder. He never gets this angry. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. There went my stomach, doing rapid summersaults.

"Roop it's dangerous... Those people could have harmed you," he said, "sometimes some psycho fans can do that. You could have gotten hurt in that crowd."

Honestly, I was still having goosebumps all over my body; I was not expecting so many people there.

"But I am absolutely fine, Waqas. So Calm down. Yeah?" I smiled at him and he stared at me like I was talking gibberish.

"Roo—"

"Please?" I asked again. He sighed and nodded, "last time."

"Last time," I repeated after him and he pulled out his phone to inform Atif where we were. I sat back in my seat with a smile on my lips.

One month. We have been married for one month now and I won't lie; this month has been different to what I had thought after reading that letter. Api had told me to call off the wedding and I almost did that but then, I appreciated the fact that he at least shared his feelings with me; he trusted me enough. At least he wasn't starting this new relationship with a lie.

We never talked about that letter again; I guess we were Both uncomfortable about bringing it up. But Yeah, I can tell that he is trying. Though he doesn't buy me presents or roses or anything like that but his presence and understanding nature is more than enough for me.

Our relationship isn't like how any normal newly wed couple's should be. There is no romance, but at the end of the day, we know we are each other's best friends now. He might be a pagal, troubling me all the time, but he is always there when I need him. Just like how one minute he was throwing water on my face and then the other- he was resting my head on his shoulder. And that too, willingly.

"Roop, we are home," Waqas tapped on my shoulder, bringing me back to the reality again. I looked at him and he frowned.

"Why are you smiling?" His question made me giggle. "Bas yun hi," I shrugged and got out of the car.

"Pagal," he muttered behind me and I gasped. "Aap pagal, aye hein bare.. Huh!"

I scowled at him and quickly looked away before He could raise an eyebrow at me.

Waqas walked ahead of me and I quietly followed him inside the elevator. His driver was bringing in our luggage in the other elevator.

"I hope you like the house," Waqas broke the awkward silence between us, "you can change things around the way you like."

I smiled at him and just then the elevator's door chimed, opening to the fifth floor. We walked over to the last door at the end of the corridor and Waqas unlocked it.

"Waqas!" Someone called from behind and Waqas turned to the lady quite cheerfully.

"Hey Kavya!" Waqas greeted her and my jaw dropped. Kavya?

"Wow, long time no see! Suna hai shadi kar Li hai?" She hugged Waqas while I watched the two with wide eyes.

Kavya, one of the best actress. She has given countless number of hits with Hussain, including three directed by Waqas. I always wanted to meet her but never in my wildest dream I had imagined that she would turn out to be my neighbour one day.

"Meet my wife, Roop," Waqas looked at me and smiled. Kavya came forward and gave me a hug and I felt like such a shorty in front of her. My heels were nothing against her flats.

"E-ek min-nute!" I stuttered, rummaging through my handbag. I finally found a random receipt and pen. I pulled them out and passed them to her, "autograph please?"

She chuckled before signing the white side of the receipt, "larkiyaan marti hai Hein Waqas ke autograph ke liye and you are asking one his fans for an autograph? I am honoured."

"I have to meet up with some friends, so I'll see you guys soon," Kavya smiled at me and I sighed. She walked away and I waved at her until she was inside the elevator and gone. She is as beautiful off screen as she looks on screen.

"Tumhaara husband director hai, yaad hai na?" Waqas pulled me back to reality again and I pulled my hand down.

"My husband is a celebrity, I am not..." I shrugged, "main toh sabke autographs loongi.... Bisma bhabhi ko pata chala toh jal jal kar mar jaayengi!"

He chuckled for some reason but, I chose to ignore him and went inside, only to be greeted by a huge apartment. It was bigger than it looked from the outside. Like huge!

"Woah!" I mouthed, with my eyes popping out of their sockets. "Like what you see?" Waqas asked and I nodded quite enthusiastically. I love it.

"I am glad," he smiled as the driver went inside one of the rooms to put our bags.

"Come I'll show you my—" he paused for a moment, "our bedroom."

Our. I smiled, seeing him trying at least.

I followed Waqas inside the master bedroom and realised it was quite plain; no posters like you would normally find in a bachelor's room. Well, movies lie. One wall was covered with the cupboards and its opposite wall had a door, leading towards the balcony which was connected with the one next to the lounge. The wall in front of the bed had a shelf where the tv was kept and beside it was the door for the bathroom.

"I'll make some space for your clothes in the cupboard in a bit. You will need more I guess, looking at your suitcases," Waqas shrugged, patting the couch. The dust particles stirred in the air and I sneezed. "Thank—achoo!"

"Bless you," he mumbled on his way out.

Cupboard ke extra space Ka main Kya karoon? Dil main jagah banao toh baat hai.

Haye!

"Are you coming?" Waqas clicked his fingers in front of my face, making me flinch. He frowned but, chose to walk away and I followed him to the other room which was as big as our bedroom. It had a study table with a computer, one wall was full of shelves containing just movies, there was a couch in one corner and some gym equipments.

"This is my study. You can use the computer until I buy you a laptop," his eyes roamed around the room, with his hands in his pockets. I noticed how he had a smile on his lips. Maybe it's his favourite room.

"Tha—" my nose itched again as I tried not to sneeze, "Achoo!"

"Looks like you have got a cold or your nose doesn't like the word 'thank you'," Waqas chuckled, passing me a tissue, and I quickly accepted it.

"The dust is—achoo!" I rubbed my nose again, "it's triggering my hay fever."

"Oh I am sorry, I didn't know, it's been closed for weeks," he sighed and I nodded. "It's—achoo!"

I rubbed my nose, annoyed, and he laughed adorably. Ek toh yeh hansi!

"There is another room that you can personalise if you like. It's like a guest room but I never bothered buying all the unnecessary furniture," he spoke as he left the room and I followed like his tail again.

We entered a room which was much smaller than the others but it was much brighter because of its white walls. I liked the size of it. It can be my perfect work space!

"Thank you!" I managed to say it properly this time and he just nodded.

"And then it's the kitchen, my favourite place!" He laughed after I had seen the other guest room, "not that I like cooking, but I can eat twenty four seven, without complaining."

"That's good!" I giggled, seeing the open plan kitchen, "because I can cook twenty four seven, without complaining."

"You have no idea how glad I am!" He chuckled, over exaggerating his excitement, making me giggle again.

Match made in heaven, I smiled and rolled my eyes at my own silly thoughts.

"Tumne Kuch kaha?" Waqas asked all of a sudden and I widened my eyes. Was I thinking out loud?

"Aapne Kuch suna?" I asked him instead.

"Haan!" He nodded, confidently, and I mentally face palmed myself.

"Kaan baj rahe Hein aapke," I mumbled in response and he raised an eyebrow at me. He stared at me, waiting for me to change my answer, but when I didn't, he moved back, shaking his head.

Why does he do that all the time? Silent stares, ugh.

"Achoo!" I sneezed again, breaking away from his gaze.

"How about you freshen up and I'll make you strong ginger tea? It will—"

"Achoo!" My sneeze interrupted him and he nodded, maybe irritated. "Right, go take a shower or whatever, I'll make sure the maid comes in to clean up as soon as possible."

He pushed me inside our room and closed the door. I smiled at the fine timber as I leaned against the wall. Chai Haan?

"Roop! Don't take too long ok?" He yelled, startling me and I stood up straight.

"Y—Achoo!"

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And this was Chapter One for you :D

Yeah, I was not gonna make them sulk and all. Maybe later *grins devilishly* but for now, enjoy some awkward romance *smirks*

Comment and let me know what you think so far?

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