Aishwariya as Sahibha (new character).
Nazia aesthetic edit credit to varundhawans! It's stunning!

TRIGGER WARNING: rape drugs.
A recount with be made in the next chapter for all of you guys who opt out of this chapter!

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A FEW WEEKS LATER, Nazia flops down onto her window seat. In their apartment, they have an extra room that they transformed into a storage/studio. Half of the room is filled with Nazia's paints and pairings and the other is filled with Kabir's books and his beloved guitar. On one side, there's a window seat where Nazia huddles. She tucks a strand of flying hair away, her eyes lingering on the wall beside her where her feet press up again instead of the stunning view outside of the window.

It's past midnight and Kabir is soundly asleep. While Kabir loves to sleep, Nazia doesn't. She finds herself falling asleep at the latest hour possible and waking up at the earliest. Kabir would do anything for a nap and falls asleep within minutes. Occasionally, it takes Nazia hours to fall asleep and through those hours all she can hear is Kabir's breathes, the city's cars and her mind dragging her through all the things she need to do tomorrow.

Tonight, she couldn't fall asleep. The last time this happened was on the terrible double date fail. She feels like something terrible will happen soon and her heart is racing without a reason to. Her mind repeats Abeer's last words to her. "I've never lost a game."

Even when sleeping is lulling her name, all she can remember is this words. On the night she came back from her studio, Kabir distracted her with his lips and his amazing cooking but now, a few weeks later all those memories are dawning back on her.

It feels almost like a warning. To make it worse, Abeer hasn't spoken or looked at her for weeks now. She should be relieved but worry floats through her body.

Nazia closes her eyes and when she opens them again, she hears footsteps coming down the hallway. "Nazia?" Kabir calls out, his words slurred and husky. "It's past midnight, you should really sleep."

Nazia looks at him. He looks lost with the way he rubs his eyes and stretches. Her eyes linger on the way his elbows reach for the air and the flash of his pale stomach that is revealed under his singlet. When he stops stretching, he realizes the way she absently was doing nothing. "Nazia?" he calls out again, his voice ever so soft. "Are you okay?"

That's all it takes for Nazia to come crashing down and for her worries to slip away. All that matters is that she's here, besides the person she loves the most and alive. Abeer doesn't matter at all - so why is she worried?

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TEN HOURS LATER, Nazia stretches on her couch. She turns over, turning her phone on for a awaited reply from Kabir. Instead, Megha's name is read out and she frowns. Why would Megha even text her?

Nazia, can you pick me up? I'm at Fisher's bar and i can't drive. thanx ~ Megha.

Nazia gets up, yawning slightly. Today, she decided to take a day off going to the studio. There's no deadline for her to work towards or nor does she feel like meeting Abeer once again. She's slightly suspicious on why Megha might be drinking during the middle of the day (although that's an exaggeration, it's five pm) - but then again, she could've finally dumped her asshole of a boyfriend and decided to drink it off.

Whatever. Nazia is in no place to judge; after all, she's did go to the bar for an entire week after her breakup with Abeer. Afterwards, Harnaam dragged her out and commented on how she's destroying her liver.

A few minutes later, Nazia sits in her car. She pulls her red leather jacket over her shoulder, an attempt to cover up her blank black shirt. Her black jeans, her dark eyeliner and her grim frown all scream goth but frankly, Nazia doesn't care. She'll rather be comfortable.

Her phone starts to buzz and she smiles at Kabir's name. A moment later, her phone is placed on speaker. "Hey Nazia!" Kabir says, his low voice mingling in with the sound air that floats through the windows.

Nazia twists the key in the engine and she starts driving the car. "What's up? I'm picking up Megha by the way. She's in Fisher's bar," Nazia explains, her eyes scamming the road before her. The sun is seeming to sink behind a few clouds, making the day seem darker and dimmer.

"Fisher's bar? But Megha would never drink . . . I hope that kutha (asshole) didn't do anything to her," Kabir replies, his voice straining the swear to make it sound worse. "I'll be working late today. There's a new employee - Sahibha and she needs some help."

"Oh okay," Nazia says. "Shouldn't you be working anyways instead of calling me?"

"Kya karu? Teri yaad ainti hai (what can I do? I was missing you)," Kabir replies, sighing dramatically as Nazia rolls her eyes. When will this guy ever stop flirting? Nazia's fingers tap against the steering wheel rapidly.

"Sir, should I place these here?"

The voice is unfamiliar but somehow, Nazia feels oddly suspicious as if she's heard it before. Nazia shrugs it off but her mind lingers on how soft her tone is and how it seems like she's trying to flirt with Kabir. "If you're missing me so much, it probably means you're doing less work and more thinking about me more," Nazia remarks. "Okay, I'll hang up now."

Nazia cuts off the phone before Kabir can protest. Chances are he would whine - his lazy nature is edivent whenever they call during his work hours. Nazia's eyes scan the street, her eyes finally catching a sight of the bar.

The words Fisher's Bar hangs over this small little bar tucked away at the end of the street. The doors open every few minutes; drunk people coming out and sober people going in. Most of the parking is taken up in the front but thankfully Nazia decided to go through the back route.

Nazia has the front memorized. There was way too many times she found herself drinking sadly besides a statue of a large fish or crying to the person serving her alcohol. Nazia immediately cringes, her nose turning upwards as her memories haunt her.

Nazia pushes the door, her boots clicking against the hardwood. She takes in the smell of alcohol and sweat at once, her eyes trying to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. Once it did, Nazia scans the room full of drunkards cheering and hooting to the song for Megha.

When she can't find her, she opens up her phone. Nazia moves closer to a corner of the bar, the bass of the song too loud for her taste.

Where are you??

She sends the text, awaiting for Megha's reply. After a minute of uncormfortable standing, Nazia takes a seat at the bar stools. The red seat is soft and a welcome change from standing and being shoved as people left the bar.

The sound of a beer bottle being slammed down brings her back to her senses. Nazia looks up, her eyes wide and startled as she peers into a brown pair of eyes. The boy looks young, probably only eighteen. He grins at her with a charming smile. "Do you want anything?"

"Do you guys have anything light?" Nazia asks, twisting her body so she faces the boy. She'll rather drink something while waiting her. Her phone remains in her hand instead of her red jacket.

"Sure! I'll give you the bluebird!" he cheerfully replies, causing Nazia to unhappily shoot a tightlipped smile his way. He's potentially the only waiter who is happy to take her orders; the rest always had a tendency to be rude.

After a few clangs, a blue drink in a clear glass appears infront of her. It's a dark shade and Nazia takes a small sip of it, the drink bring a warmth to her mouth. The waiter unnervingly watches her and Nazia raises an eyebrow at him. He shoots another dimpled smile and moves away from her, looking at a drunk man that sits two stools away.

Nazia looks at her phone and within the ten minutes she's been sitting here, sipping this blue drink, she still hasn't replied. With a roll of her eyes, Nazia takes a sip of her drink again and scans the crowd once again. Finally, Nazia gives up. She gets up, her shoes hitting the hardwood floor with a thud.

Everything doesn't go as smoothly as planned though; Nazia's head swims and she finds herself leaning on the bar counter for support. She looks at her half empty drink, wondering if it is truly a light drink or not. Nazia tries to take a step forward, only for eyes to blur slightly and the warmth in her stomach to grow.

But Nazia didn't feel like the drink was heavy while drinking it. It felt light and it didn't fill her fingers with warmth like other drinks did. Was there something in that drink? That waiter did seem suspicious . . .

Nazia places her phone in her red jacket and her fingers tighten around her keys. She glances back at the waiter who is now her to seen. The place where he stood is replaced with a woman around Nazia's age.

Nazia's chest tightens and she bites down onto her cheek, only to have her head spin around more. The music pounds loudly, giving Nazia a headache and the dim lights seem too strong for her. She takes another step foward to only bump into a strong firm chest. The man's scent reminds her of Kabir's; the scent of peppermint.

"Kabir?" Nazia calls out, looking up to only see a blur of a person. Nazia inhales the scent once more, relaxing at the scent of peppermint. There's something off about it however - it seems to miss that certain earthiness of Kabir's scent.

Nazia barely picks up on it and instead, she hugs the man who hugs her back happily. Although Nazia hears nothing amongst the bass, a click of a camera goes off. With her vision blurred, she can't tell the different between a Kabir and an Abeer.

The man tlits her jaw upwards, kissing her softly. Usually, Nazia would recognize Kabir's gentle lips against hers but there's something different about these. Nazia takes a step back, a bad feeling growing in her gut. She watches the man, a swirl of black and blue, realizing that his touch reminded her of Abeer rather than her current lover.

Nazia's mouth hangs open and the desire to leave grows. Her senses may be blurred with her sight fuzzy, her mind slowly taking in everything and her legs paining but her gut twists and turns - warning the to leave.

Nazia turns around, her hands jamming themselves into her jacket until her grip tightens around her phone. She starts to walk faster although her legs feel terribly weak and beg for her to take a seat or a nap. Her breathes come out fast and out of her mouth rather than her nose and they come out faster with each step.

Not once does that man call out her name. Even while this, Nazia knows that his gaze is firmly placed on her back. Her hands push the door open, a gust of wind blowing onto her face. Her vision still hasn't come back and she finds herself scanning for the nearest sliver car in hopes it's her own.

However, her legs break down beneath her and she tumbles to the pavement as her hair swish upwards. Her knees bend beneath her, her hands fly to her head, and her eyes flutter shut. The pavement feels oddly cold to her cheek.

MEANWHILE, Kabir's eyes flutter shut at the office. Sahibha smiles at him with her pale teeth and pink lips. Kabir absently nods, causing Sahibha to giggle. "Are you even listening to me?" she says, still smiling.

Kabir shoots a tight lipped smile at her and shook his head no. Sahibha sighs and leans her hand on Kabir's desk. She leans towards him, making sure her chest points towards his direction. Much to her disappointment, Kabir's eyes barely trail down there. Instead, he watches the clock.

"I think that's enough for today. I'll meet you tommorow right?" Kabir says, shooting another small smile at Sahiba. Sahibha takes a step away, her skinny legs taller with her heels.

"What's the rush for going home?"

"It's my turn to cook dinner for my fiancé today," Kabir replies, emphasizing on the fiancé to ensure she hears it. While most men remain oblivious of flirts, Kabir usually picks it up easily. Sahibha may be beautiful with her glowing skin, her model height and long eyelashes - but Kabir's mind always remains on Nazia's large smile.

Sahibha almost groans - she should've known he was a lovestruck man. It's obvious, no wonder why he didn't pay her attention. Luckily, Sahibha doesn't mind challenges. She's easily broken thousands of hearts and relationships. Husbands, boyfriends and fiancés have all left their wives, girlfriends and fiancés for her. It's no big deal for the long legged beauty. Kabir is just a tougher game.

But he'll fall for her too. Everyone does.

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How was the chapter? Any feedback? Opinions on Sahibha?

the previous cast of Sahibha was deepika, I've changed it to Aishwarya now. It's purely up to you who you see.

The drug used in this chapter is purely fictional and loosely based off actual rape drugs.

Sahibha is played by Aishwariya Rai! Do you guys see Ranbir Kapoor as Abeer? I'm thinking of changing the cast. Who do you see as Abeer?

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- Maya