The flight lands at Shimla airport at 8:30 at night. Darshan puts on his cap and takes hold of Jaimi's hand. He pulls her out of the airport and they get in the cab, avoiding the cameras. The others book their cabs and make their way to the hotel.

Jaimi slips on the stairs as there's frost on it, but Darshan keeps her on her feet by circling his arm around her waist from behind and pulling her close to him. Her back hits his front. Jaimi turns her head slightly to see Darshan. His eyes are a bit darker than usual with something that she couldn't decipher.

Darshan: Careful!

Jaimi nods and stands up straight. She holds the railing for support and moves up the steps. They enter the hotel. Jaimi follows Darshan as he moves towards a group of people. Jyugal, Hardik, Siddharth, Aishwarya, Karishma, and her assistant follow behind.

Darshan exchanges greetings with them. Karishma does the same. Jaimi is standing there clueless until someone decides to sneak up on her from behind. She hastily turns around to see the culprit but loses her balance in the process. Darshan is quick to snake his arm around her waist and pulls her to his chest, sideways.

Darshan: Nirmaan kya kar rahe ho?

He looks down to see Jaimi who has a hand placed on her heart. He rubs his hand up and down on her left arm to calm her down. She relaxes and looks up at Darshan to see him looking tense. She quickly detaches herself from him.

Jaimi: Don't sneak up on me like that again!

She says with her finger pointing towards him. Nirmaan throws his hands up in surrender. Jaimi chuckles and he engulfs her in a side hug. She feels uncomfortable at first but returns it seeing it's a friendly gesture.

Darshan frowns deeply but then has a scowl on his face. He takes hold of the end of Jaimi's jacket and pulls her close to him. She looks up at him and he narrows his eyes at her. She shrugs her shoulder and moves past him as her phone rings. She returns after fifteen to twenty minutes.

Jaimi: I'll get the keys!

She moves towards the reception. Aishwarya moves close to Darshan as she plays with a loose strand of her hair. Darshan glares at her and looks towards the boys for help.

Jyugal: Aishwarya, tumhe Jaimi ko madad nahi karni chahiye? Woh Darshan ki secretary hain par group ki jimmedari toh tumhari hain!

Aishwarya nods her head and moves towards the reception desk after winking at Darshan. He shakes his head and looks back at the group. He indulges himself in a conversation with the boys to avoid Karishma.

After a few minutes, Jaimi returns with a stack of keycards and a paper. Aishwarya is busy taking selfies and pouting to even think about helping Jaimi.

Jaimi: Give me a second! I'll get everyone their room keys.

Jaimi goes down the piece of paper that the receptionist handed her. She looks confused at the names.

Darshan: Jaimi?

Jaimi: Hmm?

Darshan: Mein tumhe sabse introduce karva deta hoon taki tumhe yeh list ke saath easy pade.

Jaimi looks up in a split second and nods. Darshan's lips form a small smile.

Darshan: Yeh hain Dhruwal Patel, the director, and cinematographer. Richa Singh, the stylist. Avish Patel, yeh direction team ka head hain. Dushyant Patel, photographer. Kismatun Shah, makeup artist. And last but not the least, Ali, my hairstylist.

Darshan points towards each person as he introduces them. Jaimi nods and distributes their room keys. Jaimi hands Aishwarya her keys then, Karishma's assistant. She holds out the key in front of Karishma who just stares at her before rolling her eyes. Jaimi looks around to see people looking at her with what seemed like pity. She waits a few more seconds, but Karishma simply crosses her arms and smirks which pushes Jaimi over the edge.

Jaimi: You can get your key from the receptionist like a decent person if you even have the capabilities of being one, Ms. Sharma.

Jaimi hands over the key to the hotel staff who was walking by and asks him to return it. Karishma is fuming with anger at her insult while the others are standing there shocked. Jaimi looks down at the paper to distribute the last two keys. Her eyes widen in shock.

Jaimi: Who did the bookings?

Aishwarya: Bhabhi!

Jaimi shakes her head. Jyugal peeks over Jaimi's shoulder while Hardik grabs the paper and chuckles.

Hardik: Mr. Darshan Raval and Mrs. Jaimi Raval! Mr. Jyugal Soni and Mrs. Ayesha?

Darshan grabs the papers and his mouth drops. He looks between Jaimi and the paper.

Jaimi: Mistake hain! I'll get it cleared.

She snatches the paper from Darshan's hand and moves towards the reception.

Darshan: Aap sab bhi fresh ho jao! Kal subah jaldi uthna hain.

They all nod and leave. The only ones left are Darshan, Jyugal, Hardik, Siddharth, Aishwarya, Karishma, and her assistant. Darshan walks over to the reception desk to see Jaimi anxiously tapping her feet against the floor. After a few minutes, the receptionist returns to her desk and approaches them. She passes a flirty smile to Darshan. Jaimi clears her throat to get her attention.

Jaimi: There are two mistakes on the booking, so can we fix them?

Receptionist: Sure ma'am!

Jaimi: The last two reservations need to be fixed. Ek four people ke liye suite hai for Mr. Darshan Raval, Jyugal Soni, Hardik Pandya, and Siddharth Bhavsar. Aur, ek room hain for Ms. Jaimi Patel and Ayesha Mehta.

Receptionist: Uh... yes ma'am! I think there has to be a mistake in the email we receive from the booking agency. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Jaimi: No problem!

Jaimi hands the key back and the receptionist hands them a new set of keys.

Darshan: I have a question?

Receptionist: Yes sir?

Darshan: Kya mujhe inke room ki ek extra key mil sakhti hain?

He points towards Jaimi whose mouth drops and she turns to look at him with an accusing stare.

Receptionist: Umm... we can't do that unless yeh khud hume aap ko key dene ki permission de.

Jaimi: Mein koi permission nahi dene wali!

Darshan: Jay, har baat oppose karna zaroori hain?

Jaimi: With you? Yes! Aur, tumhe kyu lagta hain ki I will let you have a key to my room?

Darshan: Kyu ki tum bimaar ho and if something happens...?

Jaimi: First of all, mein bimaar nahi hoon! Mein sirf behosh hue thi. Second of all, that still doesn't give you the right to ask for my room key.

Darshan: Jay? Stop arguing!

Jaimi: Mr. Raval..? I'm not having it right now! If you want to talk then, we will later. Not now!

Darshan: Fine!

Jaimi takes her key and walks away towards the door followed by Darshan who also grabs his room keys. The boys follow them. They take the stairs to their room. Jaimi looks at the signs and continues straight till the end of the stairs. Their rooms are side by side.

Jaimi: Good night!

Jyugal: What good night?

Hardik: Dinner baaki hain!

Jaimi: Mujhe bhukh nahi hain! I'm tired, so I'll just sleep it off.

Siddharth: Good night then!

Jaimi nods and steps into the room. She inserts the key in the key card switch. The light flicker on and she puts her bag in the corner of the room. She looks around the room to make sure there are no hidden cameras. She steps to the balcony and looks at the mesmerizing night view. She closes her eyes and lets the cool breeze relax her. She steps back inside the room and freshens up. She lays down and lets sleep take over.

Darshan and the rest of the group meet up at be diner to have dinner. Siddharth, Hardik, and Jyugal notice that Darshan keeps zoning out and he has barely touched his food. On the other hand, Aishwarya and Karishma are both trying to get close to Darshan who is paying no heed to them. Jyugal decides to intervene as Karishma keeps going on and on about how Darshan proposed to her in Shimla about a year ago.

Jyugal: Karishma, how is your fiance?

All the colors drain from Karishma's face as she tries to keep a poker face. Darshan has a few more bites of his meal before he wraps up his dinner. He stands up to leave and all the eyes focus on him now.

Hardik: Dinner toh khatam karle!

Darshan: I'm done!

He goes to his room. He unlocks the door with his key and locks it behind him. He goes straight to the balcony after changing into a hoodie and shorts. He looks at the beautiful view of the mountains, stars, and the moon. He captures a few pictures of the view.

After a few minutes, he looks to his right side to The balcony of Jaimi's room. Her balcony is less than 5 inches from his. He jumps into her balcony and tries to open the glass door, but it's locked from the inside. He shivers as the cool breeze hits his skin.

He peeps inside and sees that she is wearing a spaghetti strap pajama top with shorts that reach her mid-thigh. Her hair is scattered around her face and a small pout is formed on her lips. She has thrown her blanket off and the air conditioner is on.

Darshan: Itni thand mein AC chalu rakh ke so rahi hain. Bimaar nahi padegi toh kya hoga? Aur, kapde bhi pure nahi pehne hain! Itni thand mein aise kapde pehanta hain koi? Yeh ladki baat hi nahi sunati!

He shakes his head and takes a picture of her sleeping like a little baby on her stomach. He jumps back into his balcony and steps inside as it gets too cold for his liking. He sees the other three entering the room and freezes in his spot.

Hardik: Kya hua?

Darshan shakes his head.

Siddharth: Itna shocked kyu hain? Tum kya kar rahe the?

Darshan: B-balcony mein tha...

He scratches the back of his neck while avoiding their eyes. He slips under the comforter of his bed and starts to scroll through his pictures and edits them.

The three watch TV and chat. They call it a day and go to bed by midnight.

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