'Meri trolley main khud rakh lungi.'

And she snatches her trolley from him.

It is the last day. Marriage has been done away with and they stayed two more days for doing some local rituals. Some kind of tradition where wife has to return to her house after marriage...perhaps tradition of paggphere.

Naina looks at Sujal. She is completely totally mad at him. Because in past three days neither he slept nor he let her.

It was his ex' wedding not hers! Man. He just ruined her three nights. It is not about sleeps. She had to make few calls and ask few people and do a forensic test of fee pictures privately. Bit this guy.....this guy was high in deception and heart break! He was drunk every night until marriage took place. And what he did? He always held her. Stroke her cheeks..and cried.

This guy hallacunited every night and cried in front of her...to break her marriage and come with him. Piyush cant love her as he does.

She had to be civil with him otherwise she would have thrown him outside her room. Damn! This guy.

Right now he is high too...

But now in rage.

Kashish married Piyush and never spared Sujal another glance.

Naina is bit sad. Because sujal was broken in front of her andshe had no idea how to deal with him. When he cried, she let him. Then she tended him. Gave him water. Tried to make him sleep.listened him blabbering every shit he never wanted to.

And now today morning he is back to rudeness. She wanted to know about MG bhagat asap but Sujal had more important thing to do....

He had to take care of reception which is going to be organised tomorrow.

What an idiot he is!

She sits in car and never looks at him. This guys is now getting on her nerves.

'Naina. Hume kal Reception attend karna he.hope you haven't forgotten yet!'

She keeps mum.

'Main kuch bol raha hu!'

'Ha to Main sun rahi hu. I can very well hear. See...Now shut up.'

He has stopped the car on the side of road.

'Look. I promised to help you but...right now I am not in right state of mind. MG bhagat will at once know why I am trying to talk with him about his transfer when we barely chatted about our professional lives. Kiara is more free with me. But right now I can not talk with her. I mean..you should understand.'

Naina looks at him and scorns...

Son of a....

No. Not now..

'Okay. At least you can tell Khurana from ministry that I am your wife. I have applied for transfer to Delhi HQ. He always gets people landed in HQ. Do one thing. Give him a call and tell him about your marriage to me. Just do this. Rest i'll handle.'

Sujal is astonished.

'Are you insane! He is going for MLA election next year. If he knows that you are my wife, he'll surely get a way to take on me.'

'See...first of all Naveen bhaiya was not traitor. And second..It seems...You are implying this...this agreement of marriage was for your benefit! See I have done my part. Now do yours.'

'Look..I...I can not tell khurana about our marriage. He and I dont have any cordial relation. I met him once at Bhagat sir' home. And we argued a little. He is a leach. I dont like him. And I can not talk with him. Why dont you understand!'

Naina pushes open car' door and gets out.

Sujal is taken aback. He too comes out.

'Naina...yaar...Samjhane ki koshish to karo. It is not possible.'

'Samajh to Main gayi. Ab tum bhi ye sun lo. I married you because my innocent brother was declared traitor. But you were not my only way out. Lets end this and go our ways. Tumhari kashish aur Tum maje lena dard-e-dil ke! And enjoy playing ghar ghar. I have a shitload to take care of.'

She is about to pull her trolley out when another car stops....

It is of Vasu And Lalit'

Vasu at once comes out. Looks at red naina and bit uncomfortable Sujal

'Aise Raste me ye kaise gaadi rok di? Ab kaha bhaagne ka irada he tumhara? NAINA'

'Actually i wanted to go home on foot. Thats why we stopped car. Aunty ji.'

Vasu is pissed.

'Nahi wo..she is motion sick to tablets leni thi trolley se.'

Naina feels a shock. Wow..what a comeback! He must have very sharp mind. But alas! Love is there to ruin him.

'Accha. Kya khaya tha waha? Dhyaan rakha karo apna..bewajah sab pareshan hote he. Chalo. Hum bhi tumhare sath hi chalte he..pata nahi raste me kitni baar ruko!'

Naina glares at Sujal.

He holds her hand and makes her sit and does her seat belt. All the time she is shooting daggers at him

'I am sorry. I...I'll see what I can do.'

Naina keeps mum and never speaks with him until they reach home. The moment she spots R&G villa she feels she should turn back.

This is not a house..this is a fort. Whole city can live in this. It is Huge.

Ohhh..and thats why people here have tiny hearts...wow.

She drags her trolley inside but has no idea where to go. Sujal comes from behind and takes her in. Showing her his room which she finds after crossing whole India in this House.

Naina is never going to roam here alone. If she ever gets lost either she will be buried in some wall or shut in basement. This house is not her type. She loves small and cozy. She wants to feel home and here...she feels nothing but show off and everything speaks of strata. Division and classes.

She enters in Sujal' room. Wow. Almost enough for her troup. They as a soldier lived in a small bunker where they were suffocated but they made it out alive. They lived in jungle with nothing. They survived in deserts with only one bottle. And here....look at the people here.

She stops herself. Yes..people are strange here but she has nothing to do with them.

'This is your part of cupboard. You can put your things here.' Sujal speaks.

She gives him no attention. She goes and sets her things. Then pulls one tee and loose shorts and searches for bathroom.

'Udhar..right side..'

She goes in. Enjoys luxurious bath. And cols her temperature. Damn! The least he did for her is to provide her a Jacuzzi at home. At least she can feel good anytime she wants.

She stays in water and falls asleep.

Its thumping on door which breaks her slumber.

She comes out. Wipes herself clean. And puts the dress she bought. Her tee with a huge picture of turtle on it. And her loose shorts.. it feels so free after wearing loose clothes.

She comes out but halts seeing half naked sujal.

So much in hurry that put your clothes off!

Wow.

She ignores him but steal few then many glances of his body.

Damn! He has got muscles...and that flat stomach...and that back...goodness! Even his hair are a scenery worth stalking.

She collides with Bed lost in her observation.

Embarrassed ahe turns back. Goes to her aide if cupboard and pulls her laptop out.

Working on statements of people who have been in that jail with Naveen.

She is completely immersed in her work.

Its been four hours and she has not moved an inch.

Col Chandra calls her once more.

'Hello. Naina.'

She understands..its something serious.

'Hello sir.'

Deep silence prevails making her scared.

'Sir, sab theek he na?'

'Nahi Naina. Kuch theek nahi he. I can not help you anymore. I am sorry but There has been two people spying on me. I think you should go under radar for a few days..in fact months. Enjoy your marriage. Live it and then come back.'

She is dejected.

'But sir....It is not even started yet. How can I...Sir...please..'

'Naina. Waqt ka taqaja samajh. Naveen chala gaya he. Lekin tu jinda he. Uske peeche peeche itna mat bhaag ki jindagi se hi nata toot jaaye'

'Sir.' She hiccups....

'Tu meri beti jaisi he Naina...Do pal tham ja..Do pal ruk ja..Phir bhaag lena.'

She silently cries...

'Dhyaan rakh apna..aur thode dino ke liye sirf naina ban ja..Sirf Naina.'

She disconnects the call and falls on bed.

What she wants is innocence of her brother...not murder of someone. But still...people have no humanity left.

She has no idea what to do now. She has woven her life around naveen in a way that now if there is no Naveen she seems lifeless. She has no repent. Nothing to cry for except she could not save her brother.

Exhausting herself after him seems more peaceful..

Running for proofs and getting them as she is one more step closure to his innocence makes her alive.

It is not that she is one crazy sister.its just one simple thing for her...

Her brother who was not traitor.

And there is no one else for him. No friend no colleague who would go to extent and put his or her life at stake. It is only her. The relation she has, makes her the one because if it was for her naveen would have done same.

She sleeps crying to herself.

Her sleep breaks when a heavy hand pulls her to a rigid body.

She is about to kick that person but stops when sees a worn out Sujal.

For first time her heart aches. For first time she feels like helping this idiot once. Just for once holding him and stroking him. Giving him shelter from the blizzard going around.

He dared to love. He was not at fault. If the person whom he loved was completely idiot he could not be blamed.

She pulls him close.

Even whem he married her for some lame excuse she can not deny she has a tiny set of responsibilities..

As a human she can hold her for this night. God knows how many nights there will be when he will cry and get drunk and stumble to this bed!

Perhaps this will make her forget bit of her failure too.

She holds him close. And fell asleep once again giving no two shits about the ongoing rituals in house. Let Kashihs perform them. She has a duty to perform.