The next morning comes fairly quickly. Darshan and Jaimi are both in the office by 8. Naushad, Mehjabeen, Aishwarya, Ayesha, and they are in the conference room. Jaimi and Darshan look exhausted with faint dark circles around their eyes. They are leaning back in their chair. 

Ayesha: Jay, thik hain?

Jaimi: Yeah. 

She says yawning. Darshan yawns after her. 

Naushad: Tum dono raat ko soe nahi?

Darshan: Nahi. 

Aishwarya: Huh?

Mehjabeen: Kuch hain jiske baare mein hume pata nahi hain?

Mehjabeen says it with a smile and teasingly sweet tone. 

Jaimi: Kya hoga?

Mehjabeen moves her finger in between Darshan and Jaimi. 

Jaimi/Darshan: No! 

Naushad: Raat ko ghar pe kitne baje pachoche the?

Jaimi: 4!

Darshan: 4:30!

Ayesha: Itni derr tak bahar kya kar rahe the?

Jaimi lazily looks at Darshan who is looking at the other bodies in the room whose eyes are on him. 

Darshan: Woh... actually kuch documents mein mujhe help chahiye thi toh uss mein woh meri help kar rahi thi. 

Naushad: Subah ke 2 baje? Bichari ladki ko sone toh deta! 

Darshan: Kal shaam ko Shimla ke liye nikal rahe hain so kal raat ko hi kaam kar sakhte the. 

Naushad: Thik hain. Chalo song release ka waqt ho gaya. 

The song is released on Youtube and Darshan goes live on Instagram. Jaimi and Ayesha step out of the room. They go to the office where Jaimi sits on the small couch in the corner of the office. They settle themselves down. 

Ayesha stares at Jaimi intently with her elbow resting on the desk and her head resting on her fist. Jaimi has thrown her head back on the back of the sofa, not caring if she looks like a zombie right now.  Ayesha clears her throat catching Jaimi's attention. Jaimi sits up properly and looks at Ayesha lazily. 

Jaimi: What?

Ayesha: Spill! 

Jaimi: Spill what?

Ayesha: Kal raat ko tum aur Darshan kaha the?

Aishwarya hears the sentence and stands outside the cabin to hear their conversation. Jaimi rolls her eyes and throws her head back. She looks at Ayesha who has her eyes narrowed on her. She throws her hands up in the air. 

Jaimi: Fine. 

Ayesha: C'mon! Pura din nahi hain humare paas. Woh sab kuch hi derr mein wapas aa jaaenge. 

Jaimi: Tumhe sab kuch kaise pata lag jaata hai?

Ayesha: Maybe because mein tumhe bachpan se jaanti hoon aur tumhari saari pagalpanti ke baare mein pata hain. 

Jaimi pouts as she acts like she's offended. 

Ayesha: Drama band kar! Mr. Hot, sorry Mr. Assaulter aur aapki raat kaise thi?

Jaimi: First of all, that sounds so wrong! Tu apni imagination land se wapas aaja kyu ki hum dono ke beech tu jo soch rahi hain waisa kuch nahi hua hain. 

Ayesha: Toh kya hua? 

Ayesha's tone suddenly changes to ardent and dreamy. 

Jaimi: He wanted to start over. Usne mujhse maafi maangi about our first meeting then, apne apne ghar. End of the story!

Ayesha: Jaimi Patel, how does it feel that THE DARSHAN RAVAL apologized to you?

Jaimi: Doesn't matter!

Ayesha: What does doesn't matter mean? Usko apne behavior ka pachtava hua aur usne maafi maangi. Aur, tum yaha keh rahi ho doesn't matter! 

Jaimi: It doesn't matter, Ms. Mehta, because in less than a month mein uski aur baaki sab ki life se durr jaane wali hoon. Probably, uske baad nahi woh kabhi mera chehra dekhega aur mein uska. 

Ayesha: It was still nice of him! 

Jaimi: Do you want me to set you a date with him?

Ayesha: Nope! Woh mere type ka nahi hain. 

Jaimi: Toh apke type ka kaun hain?

Ayesha: Meri childhood friend tu hain so tujhe pata hona chahiye!

Jaimi: Kev?

Ayesha looks away turning a little red. 

Jaimi: Someone got a crush! 

Jyugal: Kisko crush hain?

Jaimi and Ayesha snap their head towards the door where they can see Darshan, Jyugal, Hardik, and  Siddharth. Aishwarya squeezes herself through them and enters the cabin. She sits behind her desk. 

Hardik: Kisko crush hain?

Hardik's voice was playful like a little child's. 

Ayesha: Uh woh...

Jaimi: Ayesha mujhe woh Crush naam ki soft drink brand hain uske baare mein bata rahi thi. And, mein usko puch rahi thi ki uske paas hain. 

Siddharth: Woh sawaal tha?

Ayesha nonchalantly nods. Jaimi's phone starts ringing. Ayesha grabs it as it's on her desk. She reads the name and stiffens a bit. She turns the phone, so only Jaimi can see it. Jaimi grabs her phone and disconnects the call. Her phone rings again. Ayesha and her share a crestfallen look. Jaimi gets up from the sofa. She excuses herself and is out of the office in less than a minute. She dials the number again using her second sim card. 

Person: Mein kabse call kar raha hoon? Kaha thi?

Jaimi: Sorry woh kuch logo ke beech mein thi! Kya hua?

Person: August 23rd ki shaam ko tumhare aur AM ke liye car bhej raha hoon. 

Jaimi: Thik hain. 

Person: Jay, just think about what I'm going to say, please! Unn sab ko ek baar face karle, so aage chal ke kuch problem na ho. 

Darshan grabs Jaimi's belongings and makes his way out of the office after saying his goodbye. He sees Jaimi standing in the garden away from the office. 

Jaimi: Look, I respect your advice par mein unn sab se milna nahi chahti aur nahi AM milna chahta hain. 

Person: Thik hain. I'll talk to you later!

Jaimi hums in response before ending the call. She turns around to see Darshan standing there. She gazes at him to see her crossbody bag on his stomach. The strap of the bag tight against his torso. She presses her lips in a thin line trying to hold back her smile. He follows her vision and sees her bag on his body. He instantly takes it off and hands it to her. 

Darshan: Let's go! 

Jaimi nods and follows him to his car. He pulls out of the parking lot. There is silence in the car afterward with Jaimi typing away on her phone while Darshan glances at her every few seconds.

After 20-25 minutes, he stops the car in front of a building. She looks around to see it's a commercial building surrounded by residential buildings. She wears her mask and steps out with him. He grabs a bag from the back and leads the way into the building. Darshan goes to the receptionist and speaks to her briefly before looking back at Jaimi who is looking around puzzled. 

He moves towards her. He sees every man's leering eyes on Jaimi. She is focused on her phone to pay attention to them. He entwines his finger with her and she quickly looks at him. She opens her mouth to say something but closes it seeing a man standing in front of them. He greets Darshan while Jaimi tries to free her hand from his grip. He tightens his grip but she pinches him. He jumps in his place. 

Om: Kya hua?

Darshan: Nahi, kuch nahi! 

He looks around to see the stares still on Jaimi who is looking at him with what looks like rage. 

Om: Tum change karlo phir shuru karte hain! 

Darshan: Aaj private area mein kar sakhte hain?

Om: Sure.

Darshan: By the way, yeh hain Om, my gym trainer. And, yeh hain, Jaimi, my new assistant. 

They greet each other with a nod and a small hello. 

Om: Tum dono top floor pe chale jao. Mein thodi derr mein aata hoon. Darshan, change kar lena. Waha koi hain jo thodi derr mein chali jaaegi. 

Om moves away from them and Darshan glances around. He wraps his arm around Jaimi's petite waist and pulls her close until no space in between them. They move towards the stairs and he keeps his firm grasp around her waist. They take the stairs up to the fifth floor. Jaimi tries to wiggle herself out of his grip, but every time he tightens it. 

Darshan's eyes fall on the female working out. She turns and smiles widely at Darshan. He leans down to Jaimi's ear. 

Darshan: Mein jo kahu usse agree karna aur smile. 

Jaimi: Kyu?

Jaimi looks at the female in front of her. Her hair is let open in a stylish way. She is wearing a multicolored sports bra and matching leggings, and tennis shoes. Jaimi concludes that the female in front of her must be an actress or a model. She scans Jaimi from head to toe before looking at Darshan with a smirk on her face. Darshan lets go of Jaimi's waist. He holds her small hand in his large one. He leads her into a room in a corridor. 

Jaimi: What the hell are you doing?

He lightly closes the door and leads her to the back of the locker room. He enters a shower booth and closes the translucent door of the booth. He looks down at Jaimi who is fuming with anger. Her nostrils are flaring and her eyes narrowed. He hears the creak of the door.  He takes off her mask and puts it in his pocket. 

Jaimi: Darshan...

Her voice is muffled by his palm on her mouth. Her palms are flat against his chest attempting to push him away. He encircles her waist and pulls her close. The female enters the room and sees the two through the translucent door of the shower booth. Darshan turns around and puts Jaimi against the door. 

Jaimi: What the hell is this human doing? I swear ek khoon maaf hota toh iska hi kar deti abhi! 

She moves her feet towards his and steps on his in her stiletto heels. He holds back the sounds of pain. Instead, he sweeps her off the ground and wraps her legs around his hips. He circles one hand around her waist again while keeping the other one covering her mouth. She gasps in surprise and wraps her arms around his neck for support. The gasp sounded more like a moan with her voice being muffled. She attempts to speak, but they all sound sensual. She tugs on the roots of his hair in fear. 

Their eyes meet and a shock runs down their spine. Darshan bores his eyes into hers in an attempt to read them. Their heart palpating in sync against each other in their chest. 

After a minute, he lets her down and runs his hand through his hair a few times to give it the messy look. He smiles seeing that Jaimi's bodycon dress is a bit crinkled. He walks out of the booth and sees the female trying to look away like she wasn't watching what was going on. He fixes his jacket and walks out of the room, playing innocent. 

Jaimi, on the other hand, gets hold of her rage and walks out of the booth. She is trying to straighten her dress when her eyes fall on the girl who is standing a few feet away from her. Her hip jutted out and her hand resting on it. Her jaw is clenched and her eyes squinted. She models her way over to Jaimi. 

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