Paris

Zack Studio

4 pm

"Just a little to the left...um...no...little more.... yeah! that's it! Ok hold it...hold it...yeah.... done!"

Sara then moved her canon a little back to take a look at her masterpiece. 

(Sara)

The old man was getting tensed at the result. Sara moved to him and showed him the picture. Seeing it, he gave a toothless smile at her. He was hoping his retirement photo to come out great for the party in his honour of becoming a retired General.

"Sir, you can come on Monday to take the final print. Simon!" Sara shouted to bring in the spot boy to get the negative room ready for the film developing.

"Sara! You are not ready yet! We are gonna be late! Gosh! You are unbelievable!" Monica barged into the studio ignoring the old man who got annoyed at the young lady in shorts, which were pretty short for a shorts.

(Monica)

Sara smiled at her sassiness while fixing the studio light in place. She was thanking the man for the advance and started to clear out her schedule for the day.

Simon handed over to her the next day's schedule and bid her bye.

They went to get Ashley from her restaurant and head to their regular club. 

(Ashley)

"Sorry guys! My head chef was really annoying today! God! I don't know when I am going lose my patience with him! 'Room no. 54 wants his steak medium rare not medium done!' ugh! I am a manager not the sous chef for crying out loud!" Ashley then went to drop her vanity bag in the backseat of Monica's car getting a snicker from her besties.

"What!!!"

"Nothing," both the besties rhymed together at her blatant lie of not having a crush on her head chef, John Mathew. 

(John Mathew)

"Seriously dude! He is not into me! I mean, he is 40 and I am still in my early 20s! I can't date an oldie, Shesh!" Ashley removed the stubborn pins from her hair to let it breath. She checked herself in the convex mirror for a touch up, ignoring the scoffs from her girls.

"Honey?! An oldie is always a goldie!!" Monica tilted her glasses down looking back at Ashley saying those wise words to her friend who glared at her.

Monica just glanced at Sara who pursed her lips knowing the exact feelings that her friend was having on her 40-year-old handsome hunk of a guy, John.

At the club

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The trio entered the club to the jamming music and looked at each other knowing exactly who was at the music station, Rodney.

"Yo! My girls! Long time no see! Gray! Give my girls their regular and take care of them..." Rodney hugged each of the girls to get a hearty laugh from them who knew their guardian angel of Rowdy Rodney.

Rodney was their saviour, as Ashley called him. He was always taking care of the girls. Be there heartbreak, their jobs, their daily hullaballoo – Rodney was there. He would always give a welcoming ears to their stories and give his take on how to deal with each one of them. 

(Rodney / Rowdy)

"So, Rowdy. Any news from our boy, hm?" Monica teased him knowing exactly the effect of mentioning someone would have on the Loverboy.

Rodney gave her a side eye while selecting the next music. He hummed softly and tsked saying that he didn't even visit the club tonight.

"Chill, Rowdy! He will give in, eventually! I mean who would not to a hunky beautiful lad like you! He can't escape your charm, my boy!" Ashley brushed her hand on his biceps, getting a blushing smile from him.

Rodney then played the girls favourite, making them dance their heart out, forgetting their worries for the time and enjoy their night out.

Buzz!!

Sara took out her phone and saw the 18 missed calls and 10 messages on her phone.

She forgot to turn on her phone and was getting tensed at not answering her sister and brother-in-law's messages.

She excused herself and called Rashmi to get another blot of lecture from her.

She came back to the dance floor tensed and told her besties that she might have to head home as it was past her time.

Ashley suggested that they would also retire as she had to reach the restaurant early in the morning as per her schedule.

So, the trio head home to start afresh in the morning for their next day chores.

Mumbai

1 pm, afternoon

Joshi residence

*Scoff*

Harish threw the file on the bed and brushed his hair back, getting annoyed at the silly mistakes done in the documents by the new secretary.

He had fired almost all the 17 secretaries over the period of 3 years since he handled back his VC position. He was getting pissed off at the slightest mistakes of his employees and would fire them on the spot without giving them any chance.

Hardik was angered by his brother's growing anger streak. It was not because of his previous illness, but his emptiness that was acting on him.

He felt a hole in his life. He had everything in his space. His loving family was free from the clutches of the devil, at last. His brother, Hardik married his better half, Sanya and was going to welcome their small wonder soon.

Himanshu was feeling comforted in the village life with their father. He would regularly have a chat with his brothers to fill up his dose of their daily life.

He was happy to see everyone around him happy. But...

Something was missing....

Someone was missing....

He had contacted Namjoon soon after the accident regarding Pia and every time he got the same answer – dead.

But he knew that it was not true.

He knew that his Pia would not leave him alone in this challenging world.

He knew that his Pia would come back to him.

He had a dying feeling in his new heart that his Pia, his love, his everything will come back to him. 

(Harish)

He was waiting for that marvellous day when he would embrace his Pia and never let her go, ever. Protect her, keep her in a safe haven, in his strong arms.

That day would soon arrive...and they would start their new life, new birth – a Nirvana.

Paris

Naik house

10 pm

Rashmi was getting angrier by the second and was getting consoled by her husband. Abhishek was glancing at the front door to save a certain Sara at not answering her sister's call.

Abhishek looked at her tensed face and tsked earning a flying pillow on his face which he skilfully dodged.

"It's all because of you that she goes out like this at night! Why she has to do that, huh? Cant she roam around with her friends during the daytime!" Rashmi caught hold of her 7-month belly trying to munch on her chocolates when she heard the front door open.

"Tai, before you say anything. We had gone to the club to celebrate Monica's selection in the next round of the audition. So, it was for a brief time. We had planned to move out asap. But..." Sara clutched her sister's hand who jolted it and looked here and there for a perfect item to spank her naughty little sister.

Abhishek came in time and hugged his angry baby and told her that this time it was a genuine reason given by Sara.

Rashmi freed herself from her husband and went to slump on the couch. She knew the amount of pampering that her husband would shower on Sara as she was their baby.

Abhishek signalled Sara to pacify her and apologise for the same.

Sara then approached Rashmi and laid on her head on Rashmi's lap speaking

"Mummy, please forgive me! I will surely answer your call the next time. This time I had forgotten to turn on my phone. I will not repeat my mistake again. Sorry!! Pretty please!!!" Rashmi slightly smiled listening to Sara's baby voice and her mimicking a small baby.

She moved her face sideways from Sara to not give up. Seeing this, Sara glanced at Abhishek signalling him their last resort to attract Rashmi.

Suddenly Sara got up and started doing her weird dance, deliberately singing on top of a hoarse voice. Seeing this, Abhishek also joined her and they both started to dance in the most weirdest way ever.

Rashmi was perplexed at the sight and got up saying them to stop their nonsense.

"Not till you accept my apology! Come on jiju!! Pakapaka.... pakapaka...oye...oye...!!!" saying so, Sara continued her dance making Rashmi finally give up.

"Achcha baba! Ok, I will forgive you!! Bapre!! You guys are the most horrible dancers and singers in the world! Thank god, my daughter is not here to see this! Especially her papa dancing like a maniac!!" Rashmi clutched her forehead getting horrified thinking about her baby.

Abhishek and Sara held each other's shoulder laughing out loudly at her words. They knew that Rashmi was a killer dance machine. So, dancing senseless in front of her, was a major shock to her which would always work for them.

The happy small family were sharing their happy life in the city which had managed to shelter them for such a long time.

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