The next morning, they all are sitting in the private dining area enjoying their breakfast. Jaimi sees a female sitting beside Darshan. They are laughing away at each other's jokes. She quietly has her breakfast and excuses herself to the balcony. She dials Ayesha's number.

Jaimi: Good morning.

Ayesha: Good morning! Goa kaise chal raha hain?

Jaimi: Ayesha, meri life kuch nahi badalne wala.

Ayesha: Kab tak?

Jaimi: Pata nahi shayad puri zindagi!

Ayesha: Ahmedabad mein tujhe woh sab search karne lage hain!

Darshan comes to attend a call in the balcony as well.

Jaimi: Mein kisi bhi haal mein Ahmedabad nahi jaa sakhti warna meri asliyat duniya ke saamne aa jaaegi!

Ayesha: Whatever your decision is I support you!

Jaimi hangs up the call and turns to go back into the breakfast lounge. Darshan quickly hides behind the curtain.

They leave for the shoot location. The rest of the day passes in a blink of a second. They spend a week shooting the song.

The six are sitting on a beach cafe enjoying their dinner with another female who seems close to Darshan.

Heli: Jaimi tumne MBA kiya hain?

Jaimi: Yeah.

Naushad: She is also a certified architect!

Khushi: I never knew! Hum sab itne dino se saath hain aur tumne humse yeh baat share bhi nahi ki.

Siddharth: Tum internship ke baad India mein kaam karogi?

Jaimi: Nahi! I will shift abroad again.

Aishwarya: India pasand nahi aaya?

Jaimi: Aisi koi baat nahi hain. I like a private life jo India mein zyada tar nahi milti hain with relatives and all.

Khushi: Toh phir India mein internship?

Jaimi: Kuch family issue ki wajah se aana pada!

Khushi: Oh!

Naushad: Family aur relations kabhi kabhi kuch zyada hi stressful ho jaate hain.

Jaimi offers a weak smile. Heli's eye catches the ring on Jaimi's ring finger of her right hand.

Heli: Jaimi, who's the lucky one?

Jaimi: Sorry?

Heli holds her hand and turns it to show the ring.

Jaimi: Nahi aisa kuch nahi hain. Meri grandmother ki ring hain.

Heli: Sorry, mujhe pata nahi tha. It's very beautiful!

Darshan glances down at the ring. It is oval-shaped with a princess cut ruby in the center with a diamond halo around it.

Aishwarya: Silver hain?

Jaimi: Platinum.

Aishwarya: I wish mujhe bhi koi aisi ring ke saath propose kare.

She says it in her honey dripping voice and throws a flirty look towards Darshan. Siddharth chokes on his food as he tries to contain his laughter. Darshan glares at him.

Naushad: Jaimi your internship will end on August 23rd!

Jaimi nods her head not wanting to stretch the topic. They finish up their dinner. Heli leaves for the airport afterward. Jaimi and Darshan are sitting in the passenger seat. Darshan's gaze falls on her ring a few times.

They all retire to their room. Siddharth and Darshan are sitting on the balcony. Darshan seems to be thinking about something.

Siddharth: Ab kis soch mein dooba hua hain?

Darshan: Aaj kal mere paas soch ne ke liye ek hi subject hain, Jaimi Patel!

Siddharth: Tum uss bechari ladki ka piccha kab chodoge?

Darshan: Jab mujhe aur sab ko sach pata chal jaae tab!

Siddharth: Tujhe uske baare mein kya bother kar raha hain?

Darshan: Kuch din pehle meine usko kisi se baat karte hue suna tha ki woh Ahmedabad wapas nahi jaa sakhti warna uska sach sab ke saamne aa jaaega. Aur aaj, uske haath mein woh ring...

Siddharth: Kab se thi par humne notice hi nahi ki!

Darshan: Ek intern ke paas itni expensive ring? Hum dono kitne saalo se iss industry mein hain par humare paas toh aisa kuch khaas nahi hain!

Siddharth: Tu kuch zyada hi soch raha hain! Usne kaha ki uski grandmother ki ring hain.

Darshan: I don't believe that girl a bit! Woh kuch chupa rahi hain.

Siddharth: Pichle janam mein dushman honge ek dusre ke! Anyways, mein some jaa raha hoon kyuki Bhai sightseeing ke liye bahot excited the, so be ready on time!

They both retire to their room.

The next morning, they meet up in the parking lot. Naushad rented a Jeep and a two-seater convertible for them. Naushad takes the Jeep and Darshan takes the convertible.

Darshan: Jaimi, come on!

Jaimi: Huh?

He points towards the convertible car. She is about to turn the offer down, but she sees Naushad and the others. She hesitantly nods and makes her way to the car. They get in while the others get in the Jeep. Aishwarya is fuming with anger seeing Darshan ignore her attempts.

They leave the hotel premises and follow Naushad's car. Darshan's fingers hit the steering wheel as he creates a beat for the music he is humming while Jaimi keeps her gaze on her surroundings.

Darshan looks from the corner of his eye to see her wearing an off-shoulder white top with denim shorts. She has paired it with a crossbody bag and sandals. She looks calm as she stares out of the window. Darshan opens up the roof and their hair starts flying in the air.

Darshan: Tum baat nahi karogi?

Jaimi: Hmm?

Darshan: Baat?

She shakes her head. He gets a bit irritated as not a single word escapes her mouth. He presses on the accelerator and takes over Naushad's Jeep ahead of them. He increases the speed while stealing glances at her. She looks calm as a saint as she keeps a poker face. He slows down once again after knowing that his attempt was futile.

They reach their destination after a few minutes. Jaimi runs her fingers throughout her hair to keep them looking decent. They are joined by the others. They spend the rest of the day exploring their surroundings. They sit in a garden chatting. Jaimi takes out a notebook from her bag and sketches the magnificent church behind the garden. She closes it and puts it back.

They go to a beach cafe for dinner.

Khushi: Jaimi, you know, tum, mein kisi ko jaanti hoon uski tarah hi ho!

Jaimi: I'm sure I am.

Aishwarya: Uske jaisi matalab?

Khushi: Looks thode different hain because she used to be a little fat par aadate bahot similar hain! She wanted to be an architect aur tum bhi ek architect ho. Woh bhi bahot logo se baat nahi karti thi aur tum bhi. Woh bhi parde ke picche rehna pasand karti thi just like you.

Aishwarya: Thi?

Khushi: Haan saat saal se uska kuch pata nahi hain!

Jaimi is twirling the spaghetti around her fork as she stares blankly at the plate.

Naushad: I'm sure uski family ko pata hoga uske baare mein.

Khushi: Uski ab koi family nahi hain! I mean sab kehte the ki woh najaiz hain.

Darshan sees Jaimi's nostrils flaring up and she grits her teeth as her grip on the fork tightens.

Siddharth: Tumhari relative hain?

Khushi: Keh sakhte hain! Woh mere dad ke cousin ki beti thi. I don't know much kyu ki woh humare saath kabhi nahi aati thi.

Aishwarya: Uski mom?

Khushi: Kabhi dekha nahi! Sirf uncle ko jaante the par woh usko sab se door rakhte the.

Darshan: Woh uske dad ke saath akeli rehti thi?

Khushi: Nahi uske Dada the par un dono ki maut ho gae. Ab kisi ko pata nahi hain ki woh ladki kaha hain.

Aishwarya: Maybe uski Mom ke saath rehti ho?

Khushi: I don't think so. Uncle ke paiso par aish kar rahi hogi kahi pe!

Jaimi looks away from the table to the scenic view of the beach. She drops her spoon and gets up.

Naushad: Kya hua?

Jaimi: I need some air!

Khushi: I didn't mean to offend you. Mein uske baare mein baat kar rahi thi.

Jaimi: I know! Don't worry.

She slips on her jacket and makes her way to the beach. She fishes out her phone from her bag and dials a number. The call is answered after two rings.

Jaimi: Mere aane ki taiyari karo!

Person: Ji! Kuch aur?

Jaimi: Nahi! Mere aane ki khabar secret rehni chahiye.

Jaimi hangs up and stares at the beautiful view ahead of her. She returns to the table after a few minutes.

The week is spent well in Goa. They are on their flight back to Mumbai. Darshan notices Jaimi avoiding any talk with Khushi unless necessary.

Siddharth is sitting beside Jaimi on the flight. He is fascinated as Jaimi is doing something in her black notebook. She is about to put it up.

Siddharth: Jaimi?

Jaimi hums in response as she cranes her neck to look at him.

Siddharth: Tumhe koi problem na ho toh mein tumhari yeh book dekh sakhta hoon?

Jaimi hands him the notebook. He smiles at her and she smiles behind her mask. He flips through the pages and sees various landscapes and architectural sketches. They are so detailed that they look like black and white photographs rather than pencil sketches. He hands it back to her after a few minutes.

Siddharth: You should be getting paid for doing this!

Jaimi: It's just a hobby nothing exclusive!

Siddharth: It's amazing!

The plane lands in Mumbai. They are standing outside the airport.

Naushad: Jaimi, Darshan tumhe tumhare ghar pe chod dega! Woh ussi taraf jaa raha hain.

Jaimi nods not wanting to extend the topic anymore. Darshan and her load into his car with their luggage.

Darshan: Kis taraf?

Jaimi: Bandra!

He pulls away from the airport. Jaimi guides him to her building. He helps her unload her luggage.

Jaimi: Thank you!

Before he could reply, she turns on her heels and walks through the gates of the complex. He drives home.

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Jaimi's Ring