Darshan reaches home to find Jyugal and Hardik having their dessert while enjoying a movie. They pause the movie and turn to him as he lays down.

Jyugal: Kya hua?

Darshan: Kuch nahi.

Hardik: Thik hain.

Darshan: Mera mood kharaab hain aur tum dono yaha enjoy kar rahe ho?

Jyugal: Pucha toh Sahi kya hua?

Darshan: E-Positive ne kab se badtameez ladkiyon ko job dena shuru kar diya?

Hardik: Koi ladki tere bahot paas aa gae aur touch karne lagi inappropriately?

Darshan: Nahi.

Jyugal: Tere itne saare fans hain aur aadhe se zyada ladkiyaan hain toh yeh angle kab se develop hua?

Darshan: Mere fans mujhe inappropriately ya flirty way mein thodi chuti hain. Yeh kuch ladkiya hain jo mujh pe apne aap ko force karti hain!

Hardik: Ok par yeh office wali ladki ne kya kiya?

Darshan: Pata nahi usko job kaise mil gae? Mujhse itne rudely baat kar rahi thi!

Jyugal: Tune kuch kiya tha uske saath?

Darshan: M-m-mein kya k-karunga uske saath?

He speaks nervously while scratching the back of his neck. The two glare him down knowing he's lying. He gives in and tells them the story from that night. Jyugal smacks the back of his head.

Jyugal: Tu uss ladki se kya expect kar raha hain? Woh teri aarti utaare?

Hardik: Yeh soch kar khush reh ki tujhe thappad maarke chod diya warna police mein complain kardi hoti toh?

Jyugal: Office mein jaise bhi behave kiya woh sahi kiya hoga usne!

Darshan: Tum dono mere friends ho ya uske?

Hardik: Tere hain par jo sahi hain woh sahi hain!

Jyugal: Tu kabhi kisi bhi ladki ke saath aisa behave nahi karta toh iss ladki ke saath aise kyu?

Darshan: Pata nahi!

Hardik: Khoobsurat hogi!

Darshan: Uski aankhein...

Jyugal and Hardik look at with curious eyes and teasing smile.

Darshan: Kisi ko bhi hypnotize kar sakhti hain. Pata nahi!

Hardik: Pyaar ho gaya kya?

Darshan: Tum dono phir se shuru ho gae?

Hardik: Haan!

Jyugal: Sorry to interrupt your amazing mood, but kal Karishma bhi hogi office mein.

Darshan: For what?

Hardik: Shoot in North!

Darshan's anger resurfaces, but he calms it down knowing it ain't going to do him any good.

They enjoy the rest of their evening and retire to bed.

Jaimi and Darshan reach the office at the same time next day. Jaimi makes her way to second floor while Darshan is surrounded by the employees. She goes to her and Ayesha's small cabin. They watch the scene from the transparent glass window.

Ayesha: Gusse mein kyu hain?

Jaimi: Kyuki yeh wohi rascal hain jisne mujhe uss raat kiss kiya tha!

Ayesha: What?

Jaimi: And, last night, he thought I will accept his lift to my place. It's like inviting him to come sexually assault me again.

Ayesha: Banda good-looking toh hain! You have to give him that.

Jaimi glares at her. She turns around to face Ayesha with her arms crossed across her chest. Darshan makes his way to the second floor away from the crowd. He stops by the assistant's cabin to ask if Naushad is in.

Jaimi: Good looking?

Jaimi laughs out loud leaving Ayesha baffled. Ayesha sees Darshan at the door and her eyes widen in surprise. He puts his finger on his lips signaling her to be quiet.

Jaimi: Good looking? Teri aankho ko kyu hua hain? Ek bandar ki tarah dikhta hain.

Darshan: Mein bandar ki tarah dikhta hoon?

Jaimi turns on her heels.

Jaimi: Yeah, but wait tumhe bandar bulane se bandar ki insult hogi na!

Jaimi plasters her fake smile before making her way to the desk. She sits behind her desk and start going through her notes to make Naushad's schedule. Darshan stomps over to her desk and rests his hands on it. He leans down close to her and she looks up at him with her eyebrow raised.

Darshan: How dare you insult me?

Jaimi gets up and leans over the desk to him with her hands on the desk for support. There's about an inch gap between their faces.

Jaimi: How dare you sexually assault me?

Darshan: I didn't!

Jaimi: Oh, really?

Jaimi taps her phone and presses the side button on her iPhone to call Siri.

Jaimi: Siri, what is sexual assault?

Siri: Sexual assault is any type of sexual activity or contact that you do not consent to.

Jaimi: Thank you, Siri!

Jaimi turns off her phone and tucks it away in her back pocket.

Jaimi: You have any comeback?

Jaimi waits for his answer for a minute.

Jaimi: Nahi hain toh leave because I have way more things to do than prove you wrong. Adios!

Darshan: You...

Ayesha: Both of you calm down, please! Office hain.

Darshan straightens his posture realizing there's another human present in the room who heard everything. He walks out of the room. Jaimi grabs the paperweight and is about to throw at him as he walks out, but controls her anger. She doesn't want to cause more problems for herself than there are.

She sighs before taking in deep breath and letting them out slowly to calm her anger.

Jaimi: Tum kahi jaa rahi ho?

Ayesha: Haan woh Bhabhi ne kaha ki aaj office se hum dono ki chutti. Hum shopping jaa rahe hain.

Jaimi: Good for you!

Ayesha: Meri absence mein uss insaan ka sar mat phod dena, please!

Jaimi: We'll see about that!

They crane their neck to look at the door as the sound of heels clicking against the floor echos in the room. They see a woman with straight brown hair. She has applied heavy makeup like she's about to walk down the ramp. Blood red lipstick sticks out the most. She is wearing spaghetti stap white top with short black leather skirt that barely reaches mid thigh.

Ayesha leans closer to Jaimi.

Ayesha: Yeh office mein job karne aati hain ya koi strip club mein.

Ayesha whispers lowly. Jaimi widens her eyes at her for a moment signaling her to keep quiet. She clears her throat and looks back at the woman. Mehjabeen walks into the room and stand beside Jaimi and Ayesha.

Jaimi: How may I help you Miss...?

Aishwarya: Aishwarya, but you can call me Aish.

Jaimi: Sure, Miss. How may I help you?

Aishwarya: Mein Mr. Raval ko dhoondh rahi thi!

Jaimi: I'm sorry, but I'm not sure who that is. Anything else that I can help you with?

Mehjabeen: Woh Naushad ke cabin mein hain.

Jaimi: Aap chaliye mein abhi aati hoon! I'll show you the cabin.

Aishwarya: Ok.

She models her way out of the room.

Mehjabeen: Yeh office mein job karne aati hain ya koi strip club mein.

Jaimi presses her lips together to suppress her laughter.

Jaimi: Respect!

Jaimi grabs the tablet off of her desk and goes after Aishwarya. She leads her to Naushad's cabin. They both enter after knocking.

Jaimi: Good morning Bhai!

Naushad: Good morning.

Jaimi: Bhai, meine aap ka aapko schedule email kar diya hain.

Naushad: Ok.

Jaimi walks over to Naushad's desk and starts sorting out the files and papers. Mehjabeen walks in with Ayesha hot on her trail. They wish everyone good morning.

Naushad: Aap dono kahi jaa rahe hain?

Mehjabeen: Haan. Ayesha and I are shopping today.

Naushad: Ok. Have fun!

Mehjabeen: We will!

Mehjabeen and Ayesha leave the room. The tension is still hanging in the air in between Jaimi and Darshan. Darshan is sitting on couch facing Naushad's desk. He is keeping his gaze trained on his phone screen while Aishwarya is trying to get his attention with her flirty touches and honey sweet voice. Darshan shakes his head in disapproval each time before looking back down.

Naushad: Aishwarya, iss week ka Darshan ka schedule kya hain?

Aishwarya: Woh koi Jaimi ne mujhe mail kiya tha about a meeting today. That's all!

Naushad frowns and nods his head. Jaimi is in and out of the cabin as she carries out different tasks. Darshan and her eyes meet occasionally, but she looks away each time trying to control her rage. Jaimi walks into the room, once again.

Jaimi: Bhai, conference room ready hain and sab aa gae hain.

Naushad: Thik hain. Chalo!

Jaimi follows Naushad and Darshan out of the room. She settles down on a chair beside Naushad. Darshan is across from her. The room quickly fills in with bodies. Jaimi keeps her gaze trained on the iPad not knowing what to do.

Naushad: This is Jaimi Patel. Meri new assistant!

Jaimi offers them a shy smiles and they reciprocate with a tooth grin except Aishwarya and Darshan. Darshan is too busy staring at her and Aishwarya staring at him. Jaimi shifts in her seat uncomfortably as a male at the far end of the table who she knows as the PR manager of E-Positive and Indie Music Label is starting at her. Naushad sees the man's scrutinizing gaze on Jaimi.

Naushad: Krish, sab Thik hain?

Krish: Haan Bhai, kyu?

Naushad: Nahi tum Jaimi ko kaafi derr se dekh rahe ho.

Krish: Nahi actually yeh naam bahot familiar hain like a famous persona.

The stylus pen in Jaimi's hand drops. She quickly picks it up and mumbles a sorry.

Krish: Jaimi, tum kaha se ho?

Jaimi: A-Ahmedabad.

Naushad: Darshan bhi wahi se hain.

Krish: Jaimi Patel yeh naam Gujarat mein 5-6 saal pehle bahot suna tha par phir pata nahi kya hua par ab iss ke baare mein log baat kar rahe hain.

Jaimi's hands are slightly shaking. Khushi walks into the room.

Naushad: Jaimi, tum Khushi se I think kal mili thi. She's the accounting intern.

Khushi forwards her hand for Jaimi.

Khushi: Hi!

Jaimi takes her hand and shakes it gently.

Khushi: Khushi Hemant Patel!

Jaimi: J-Jaimi Patel!

Jaimi's voice cracked a bit as she pushed her name past her lips. Darshan catches the glint of fear in her eyes.

Naushad: Iss name ka discussion phir kabhi karenge.

They get back to the meeting. Naushad introduces Abishek Sinha(director), Siddharth Bhavsar(Music composer and singer), Darshan Raval, Dushyant Raval(photographer), Gurpreet Saini and Guatam G. Sharma(lyricists) to Jaimi. The meeting lasts about an hour and half. They are standing in the lounge.

Naushad: Jaimi, bag pack karna shuru karo.

Jaimi: Kyu Bhai?

Naushad: Tum bhi humare saath Goa aa rahi ho!

Jaimi nods meekly.

Jaimi: Mein woh files complete kar deti hoon.

Jaimi moves towards her cabin. Naushad is hot on her trail followed by Darshan and Siddharth. Naushad and Siddharth go into Naushad's cabin while Darshan is standing by Jaimi's cabin conversing with someone on the phone.

He hangs up and is about to walk towards Naushad's cabin when he sees Jaimi fanning herself with a file in her hands. There are beads of sweat on her forehead. The air conditioning is on high so there's no chance that it's hot. She reaches into her bag and takes out a small white bottle. She takes out a white capsule. She gulps it down with water and throws her head back on the chair. The sweat on her forehead slowly starts to disappear. He finds it odd, but shrugs it off. They carry own with their day.

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