He pulls up in Jaimi's parking lot by 7. He finds her address and takes the elevator up to the highest floor of the building. He rings the bell.

Jaimi wakes up groggily and rubs her eyes hearing the doorbell. She moves towards the door and looks through the peephole to see Darshan standing on the other side. She lightly bangs her head against the door in frustration before opening the door.

Jaimi: What?

Darshan: Hello!

She rolls her eyes.

Darshan: Fine. Hello to me as well! Tum party mein aise aaogi?

Jaimi: Meine kaha toh sahi ki mujhe koi party mein nahi jaana.

Darshan: Meine bhi kaha na ki tum mujhe reason batao warna aana padega.

They just stare at each other for few moments before he decides to invite himself into the apartment. She closes the door behind him seeing a few people look in her direction out of curiosity.

Jaimi: Look, mein nahi aana chahti! You can't force me because it's not part of the job description.

Darshan: It is, Little Warrior!

Jaimi is looking at him confused due to the name he just called her.

Jaimi: Little Warrior, like seriously?

Darshan: Yeah! You are little compared to me and tum humesha mujhse ladti rehti ho iss liye Warrior.

Jaimi: I'm not little!

Darshan: Really?

He stands in front of her. She huffs seeing his 6'0 frame towering over her 5'4. She rolls her eyes.

Darshan: You have to be with me at any professional events and this one is included because Bhai aur aadhe se zyada office aa raha hain.

Jaimi just stares at him for a few minutes until he takes out his phone.

Jaimi: Kya kar rahe ho?

Darshan: Bhai aur Bhabhi ko phone kar raha hoon.

Jaimi: Fine. Don't involve anyone.

She moves towards the back of her apartment. She takes out an asymmetrical red dress and cold shoulder denim jacket. She pairs it with white heels.

She enters the bathroom and takes a quick shower. She steps out in a towel to see Darshan talking to someone as he stands by the kitchen window. He turns to face the bedroom hearing footsteps. He sees Jaimi standing in nothing but a teal towel wrapped around her petite frame. Jaimi curses herself for not taking her clothes to the bathroom. He moistens his lower lip before going back to the living room. Jaimi quickly slips into her clothes and starts curling her hair.

On the other hand, Darshan is staring at a picture frame placed on the storage unit beside the living room window. He holds the picture in his hand. The picture is of a little girl who seems about 6-8 years old. She is wearing a burgundy sweetheart neckline ball gown. Her black hair is fixed into an elegant bun. A diamond crown is placed on her head. The background looks like she is standing on a balcony that overlooks a water body most likely an ocean. He can also see a full moon and stars in the background and their reflection on the water. He can see the face of the girl resembling a bit to Jaimi.

He is knocked out of his trance as Jaimi walks into the living room with her white purse. He places the picture back on the table and turns to face her. His mouth is hung open upon seeing the beauty standing in front of him. She stares at him emotionless. He lets out a sigh of infatuation.

Jaimi: Chale?

He quickly closes his mouth and creases his eyebrows as he nods. He leaves followed by Jaimi who quickly puts on her mask and locks the apartment. They start towards Barrel And Co in Darshan's car.

They go into the club to see a few of the guests already present there. Jaimi locates Ayesha and Mehjabeen. She joins them in the corner away from the crowd. Darshan is busy greeting the guests and taking pictures with them along with Naushad and the boys.

Around midnight, Darshan frees himself from the others and is chatting with Jyugal, Hardik, and Siddharth. After a few minutes, Darshan is dragged away by Malishka(RJ) while Siddharth is chatting away with Naushad. Jyugal and Hardik move towards the ladies sitting in the corner. Mehjabeen excuses herself. The two pull Jaimi and Ayesha to the dance floor. The four let their bodies move with the beat of the music. Siddharth joins them after a minute or so.

Darshan's eyes roam around the club as he sees Jaimi and Ayesha both missing. He finds Khushi and Aishwarya replaced by them. He walks towards them.

Darshan: Jaimi aur Ayesha kaha hain?

Khushi points towards the crowd where they are dancing. Darshan moves towards them and sees them all enjoying themselves. He smiles seeing Jaimi laughing away at something Jyugal said. He admires her for a minute before joining them. He leans closer to Jaimi.

Darshan: May I?

He holds his hand out and she places hers in his warm one after contemplating for a moment. He gently wraps his hands around her petite waist and interlocks his fingers while she interlocks her fingers behind his neck. They sway to the music. Ayesha and Jyugal do the same.

Siddharth and Hardik look at each other and shake their head. They wave their hand dismissively before joining Naushad, who is enjoying his mocktail at the high table. They all enjoy themselves till 1 in the morning. The guests start leaving after bidding goodbye.

The boys grab a cab and leave for Darshan's house while Naushad and Mehjabeen drop off Ayesha. Jaimi moves towards the road to grab a cab, but Darshan holds her hand and pulls her to the parking lot. He has her sit in the car before they pull away from the parking lot. He drives on the deserted street lit by lampposts. They are driving across the Worli Sea Link.

Darshan: Party kaisi lagi?

Jaimi: It was nice.

Darshan: See, agar kuch try nahi karogi toh kaise pata hain ki pasand hain ya nahi.

Jaimi looks out of the window not wanting to think about it. He stops the car on the Worli Sea Link. He steps out of the car while Jaimi takes in her surrounding.

Jaimi: You've gotta be kidding me!

Her side of the door is opened. Darshan holds his hand out for her. She looks between his hand and his face.

Darshan: Aa jao!

Jaimi: Tumhare iss ittu se dimaag mein kya chal raha hain?

The index finger of his other hand taps his chin while the rest of his hand supports his face. He has a frown on his face with one eyebrow raised. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. He looks back at her with puppy eyes and his lips forming an adorable pout. Her lips form a thin line trying to suppress her smile.

Darshan: Hasna bhura nahi hota!

She lets out a small chuckle. He smiles and leans in to unbuckle her seatbelt. She stiffens as his stubble brushes against her cheek. He glances at her from the corner of his eye and quickly steps back realizing the awkwardness. He looks around to see the bridge completely deserted. He scratches the back of his neck before helping her down from the car. He walks her over to the sidewalk, hand in hand.

Darshan: Yeh jagah yaad hain?

Jaimi: Pehli baar yahi mile the.

Darshan: Phirse, shuru kare?

Jaimi looks at him skeptically. He extends his hand with a smile on his face. 

Darshan: Hello! Mera naam Darshan Raval hain. 

She chuckles. 

Jaimi: Darshan, tumhari age kya hain?

Darshan: Huh?

Jaimi: What are we kids? 

Darshan: Starting new, so... come on!

Jaimi shakes her head before placing her hand in his. 

Jaimi: Jaimi Patel. 

Darshan: Nice to meet you Jaimi!

She smiles. 

Darshan: Tum smile bhi karti ho?

Jaimi: Shut up!

She says it with a cute pout. 

Darshan: Accha? 

He drops her hand and starts tickling her. She pries his hands away. After a minute, she manages to push his hands away. He looks at her to see her flushed. She places her hands on her stomach and catches her breath. He stares at her in awe, but quickly looks away when she looks at him. 

Jaimi: Tum bilkul pagal ho! 

He narrows his eyes at her before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. She balls her hands in tiny fists and hits his back to which he doesn't even budge. 

Jaimi: Mujhe niche rakho!

He ignores her and runs around a bit before setting her down on the bonnet of his car. She holds her head which seems to be spinning. He chuckles and she playfully hits his chest a few times. 

Darshan: I'm sorry!

Jaimi: Huh?

Darshan: Nahi, kaafi samay se tumse maafi maangana chaah raha tha. Humari pehli mulaqat kuch khaas nahi thi. I mean bahot kharab rahi thi meri wajah se. I wasn't in the right frame of mind aur tum mere saamne aa gae thi uss waqt, so... I'm sorry!

Jaimi: It's ok. 

Silence falls over them as they take in the view of the Arabian sea surrounding them. Darshan glances at Jaimi a few times to see her calm. She looks at him to find him looking at her. 

Jaimi: Chale? Kal song release ke liye dono ko jaldi uthana hain!

He nods and helps her down. He drops her off at her apartment complex and gets down along with her. 

Jaimi: Good night.

Darshan: Good night! 

He moves forward to hug her, but she steps back. 

Jaimi: Still not allowed to touch me!

Darshan: That's rude! 

Jaimi: Bye, Mr. Raval! 

She moves towards the elevator and a small smile plays on his lips as he drives away. 

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