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A FEW HOURS LATER, Megha knocks on Abeer's door. She straightens her black shirt and gets ready to knock again when her knocks go unanswered, just like her texts and calls. Abeer had been seening all her messages and rushed out of the restaurant as soon as Kabir left.

The door opens.

"Abeer."

Abeer's eyes move over to Megha, taking in the way she calmly stands in front of him. The door is midway from being shut but Megha manage to catch his attention before he slammed it in her face.

Megha's hands are still in the air from the repetitive knocks she just placed on the wood. "Why are you angry at me?" she questions, her eyebrows raised. Although she didn't show it, she feels upset and her heart feels sunken.

Because you're not her.

He doesn't say a word. "I'm not in the mood," he comments, his eyes sliding over Megha's frown to the wooden door again. Already, he's counting the amount of seconds that Megha has been at his doorstep, awaiting for her departure.

"It's true isn't it?" Megha comments, smiling without her eyes as she watches his features. Abeer's uninterested eyes look back at Megha, his left eyebrow slightly raised as Megha catches his interest for the first time. Megha takes a step inside his apartment and Abeer slams the door behind her. "You still love Nazia."

Abeer opens his eyes in fake shock. "Megha -"

"We're over," Megha interrupts, her eyes cold as steel. However her body language is different. Her breathing is fast and she already can feel tears arrising in her eyes. She takes a step back and suddenly on reflex, Abeer grabs her wrist. His dark eyes loom into hers and he takes a step foward, enclosing any space between them. Whatever sadness she had in her eyes melt into shock and she scans his eyes carefully with her mouth agape.

Abeer slams his hand onto the door, leaning over Megha menacingly. His arm traps her only way to move out of the apartment and puts her dangerously close to Abeer. His breath tickles her ear and she moves back to the door until her back hits the door with a thud.

"What are you -"

"What's your professor's name again?" he whispers, causing Megha's heart to beat faster in panick. All she wishes is for him to move away, for his hands to move off the wall and for the shivers cascading down her spine to stop. "Mr. Grey, right? It'll take me only twenty thousand to convince him to fail your entire degree. What a pity that will be."

Megha never even mentioned her professor's name. How did he already know? Was he stalking her? Was their first encounter even an accident? Her heart drums fast and she tries to will herself to push Abeer off of her.

Megha licks her lips, her mind lingering over how Nazia and Kabir warned her. How they told her that Abeer is cruel. Now she knows how cruel he can be, how much pain he can bring and how much he can do to get to his goal.

To Abeer, Nazia isn't a goal, she's his destruction, his undying desire, the only thing he wants - and he'll never get. She is his impossible dream. Her heart drums in fear, only beating faster as her mind reminds her of her brother's warnings. "Abeer - What are you doing?" she stutters, her voice getting caught in her throat.

"What was meant to happen years ago. Of Nazia being only mine and only mine. Kabir shouldn't have ever laid an eye on my Nazia," he answers, leaning away from Megha. His hands still trap her in his makeshift cage and his eyes search Megha's for emotions. His eyes hold no emotion besides longing for someone that's not there while hers only holds fear - just the emotion that Abeer needs.

Her eyes are still widen and they only widen further with his words. All her mind yells at her is that how foolish she is to date him, how she should've known that he was after Nazia from the way he looked at her with such longing. Why couldn't she see it? Why did she brush it off?

"Why are you d-doing this?" Megha stutters, her eyes unable to meet Abeer himself. She watches his stubble instead, watches his pink lips that once kissed her own.

"For Nazia and her love."

For Nazia and her pink lips. Nazia and her beautiful paintings, herself being an artwork to marvel at. Her daunting eyes, her soft touch and skin, her hugs, her words of care and her perfume and her voice - everything. Nazia itself, the two syllables remind him of a women who is more of a spell than human, a fragrance that leaves you with an urge, a need for more.

He exaggerates the syllables, speaking the word fluently and softly. "She's only reason why you're even standing here, otherwise I would have never looked at you. I thought that if I broke your heart, Kabir would realise what I can do and back away."

"I thought I could blackmail him into leaving Nazia for you. If he saw how much you love me, and how much power I have to break your heart, he would do anything."

Her heart breaks. It feels like it's sinking to the floor and suddenly her mind starts to drift off the way Abeer encages her. It starts to wander what she lacks and how foolish she was to believe that Abeer would love her. Tears bite at her eyes and her throat feels raw. Words form in her mind but she does not dare to speak them out loud as a single sound from her lips can summon so much anger from him.

"I guess I'll just have to find another way to get rid of him," Abeer sighs, shrugging his shoulders. He lets go of the wall and Megha drops down her shoulders. For the last few seconds, she's been holding her breath and trying to avoid his brown eyes.

Abeer moves his fingers under her chin and she shudders at his cold touch. He tlits her head to meet his eyes and she finds herself watching the eyes without a choice not to. Megha furiously bites on her tongue, unwilling to trigger a terrible reaction from him.

Abeer smiles watching the sadness and grief in her eyes. She actually cared about him - a bit of her fell in love with him. She wanted him and now, it's all been taken away. It's a strange feeling to be cared for, to have someone long for you or worry for your wellbeing. While strange and odd to Abeer, he also finds the feeling reassuring and it may be the only few things besides Nazia that has kept him alive till today. He just needs a pair of warm arms to hug at the end of the day, of forehead kisses and prayers wishing for his happiness.

The sadness in her eyes means that somewhere in her heart, she had truly cared for Abeer. Nothing could make him happier than that - besides Nazia.

"Please leave them alone," Megha whispers, a tear finally trailing down her cheek. Abeer's face falls. He hates tears, he despises the mere sight of them. His thumb trail to her soft cheeks and he wipes it away, his skin rough on her cheek.

"If you dare to tell them anything or leave me, understand that I'll kill you."

When Megha's breath hitches, his smile returns. She nods quickly, realising the man behind the dark brown eyes is a stranger. There is no mercy. Whatever Abeer she had previously met was a facade and this is the real Abeer. A man who will do everything possible to get something - even if that something is a human.

"Good," he acknowledges, dropping his hand off her face. Megha didn't realize she was holding her breath until he let go off her. He moves foward again, placing a kiss on her forehead softly. His face lingers near her ear and he leans in as if to whisper.

"You're a good person, Megha. You deserve better than me. I'm sorry for whatever pain I cause you in the future. There's nothing else I can do besides this," he sighs. He leans away from her and Megha nods again despite not agreeing with a single syllable of his words. "Nazia has left me with no choices."

"Abeer, why can't you just accept that Nazia is happy?" Megha questions, whispering the words rather than speaking loudly. Abeer sighs, taking a step back and letting Megha see the room. However, her glance remains on Abeer as he steps on an expensive white carpet.

Begin him, a large painting hangs and she remembers it slightly. It's a trace of Nazia, it's her painting. Megha remembers walking into Nazia's home once and seeing Nazia attacking the sheet with hues of blue and greens.

Abeer sits down onto the glass coffee table, taking a clear glass of water in his hands. He watches it carefully, twisting it around in his hands. All of a sudden, he drops it on the floor and it smashes against the hardwood. Megha jumps back, her back slamming the wall in shock and her breath become more ragged and faster.

He leans down, his chest touching his knees as he picks up the shards of glass with his bare hands. Trails of red streak down his hands, making lake amongst his pale skin. "I love her," he states, without a trace of an emotion. All his eyes do is watch the lakes of blood, reminding him of the day he walked in her studio and found out she removed his name. "I can't live without her."

"She's everything to me. She's my sunlight, the only person who loved me so much. She was my hardest mission, the only girl who wouldn't love me within days or a month. I dated Nazia for so long and yet I couldn't realize anything. I couldn't realize how much she loved me or how perfect she was. I couldn't realize how much I needed her until I left her, until it was too late."

"Kabir is just a distraction for her. I'm only speeding up the process of her leaving him, of her realizing she deserves true love rather than a forced relationship she entered to entertain herself," Abeer rambles, his eyes solely focusing on the glass with hatred. He crushes the glass and Megha has to bite down on her lip, drawing blood in order to contain her scream.

He opens his hand once again, the glass broken into small bits. Tiny little cuts bleed all over his hand, the same shade of red as his deeper cuts from the glass. He looks back up, watching Megha huddle into the corner with her eyes widen. Her hands lie on the door but with every jiggle it refuses to open.

Abeer lets a huge smile overtake his features. His mission is accomplished. The fact that Abeer isn't afraid to hurt himself in the process of getting his goal makes her scared for her own life - exactly what he needed. The scene is art to him, perfected by Megha's silence and her fast breathing.

She's afraid of him. Whatever that just happened will remain between them two even if it costes her brother's life. "Go to sleep Megha. It's been a long day," he demands. "Twist the doorknob upwards. And oh, don't mention this encounter or your attempt of breaking up to anyone."

Megha nods frantically and opens the door as quickly as she can. Abeer's smirk widens further after Megha slams the door shut. The room fills itself with an eerie quietness, a strange difference from Megha's deep breathes and his rough voice. Abeer watches the lakes trailing down his arm carefully.

"Nazia." Even the blood that traces down his wrists remind him of her, reminding him of the day he found out she removed his name off her body. Instead of removing the glass from his hands with tweezers, he picks out the glass with his other hand. Each yank of the pain is nothing compared to the pain he went through when he saw Nazia kissing Kabir, when she held his hand, the way she looks at him - it's truly nothing at all. His heart is more destroyed than his hand is and he doesn't care about his hand. He'll do anything to cure the cuts and bruises on his heart.

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A DAY LATER, Nazia sits at her studio. Her fingers are dipped in black paint and a few strokes of the pigment lie on her cheeks. The color stands out, matching her eye shadow and blank black shirt. Her hair is messily shoved in a bun, obviously last minute and concealer hide her black eye bags.

Throughout last night, she couldn't sleep and Kabir offered to drink chai with her. He never said anything which was music to Nazia's ears. She didn't desire words, she desired his soft hold on her, his arms around hers, the way he holds her, his scent, and everything about him. Although Kabir fell asleep within the first hour of their movie, his presence was still calming.

"Nazia?"

Nazia never wishes ill for people but Abeer is an exception. She wishes the utter worst for him, for him to go through the pain she faced and worse for whatever game he's payed with other girls - including Megha. She wishes for him to hopefully die a painful death, preferably far away from her.

"Can you fuck off?" she asks, her voice stone cold as she stares at the canvas. Abeer feels like his body is carved out of ice and that his heart has been slammed brutally to the ground. Today, he doesn't receive the privilege of her brown eyes meeting his. Her tone somehow managed to become more chilly than before and the words she speaks are ruder than anyone has ever spoken to him in his life.

When Abeer refuses to stay anything and watches Nazia carefully, taking in her crossed legs and her painted lips, Nazia lifts her gaze to give him an emotionless glare. "Do you want a restraining order or what?" she quizzes.

"I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted. Now get out of here," she replies, her hands moving her paintbrush across the board.

"Nazia, stop playing this game."

"I'm not playing any game," she replies calmly, her eyes firmly on the colors and swirls. Abeer hates this. He wants her eyes to meet his, to talk to her, to hold her, to hear kindness in her voice once again. He needs the Nazia he loved back - not this cold edition that loves or lusts another man.

"Yes you are!" he shouts back, moving closer to Nazia as his eyes darken. Nazia looks up in shock and Abeer's heart starts to melt once again. Instead of anger, worry evades his emotions. He can't make Nazia afraid of him.

"If anyone is playing a game, it's you. I'm perfectly happy with Kabir. I don't need you or neither do I want you," Nazia objects, "why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because I love you -"

His voice gets cut off by a phone ringing. Nazia looks besides her and notices her phone flashing with Kabir's name. Nazia looks at her hands, traces of black lining her nails and she sighs as she awkwardly uses her pinky to put the call in speaker.

"Hey Kabir," Nazia says loudly, ensuring that Abeer hears her. Abeer grits his teeth tightly and walks towards Nazia. Nazia ignores him, her finger weaving around her trusty paintbrush once again.

"Hey. I was wondering if you want me to buy your -" Abeer walks dangerously close to the phone, grabbing it and bringing it closer to his ear, "birth control pills?"

Abeer's eyes darken even more and instead of replying with an insult, he cuts the phone in the middle of the his speech. "Don't talk to other people within a conversation. It's rude to do that," Abeer comments as Nazia's eyes narrow.

"And it's not rude to barge into someone's studio?" Nazia protests. If not already angered, Abeer is now. He snatches the paints, holding the ink in one hand and her phone is another. Finally, Nazia's eyes meet his with annoyance edivent in her pressed lips and crossed arms.

"Look in my eyes when you're talking to me. Don't forget that I'm your land owner," Abeer speaks, his voice cold and emotionless. Nazia shivers, nudging away from him. "And you claim that what I'm doing is a game?"

"It is," Nazia replies, puffing her chest out as she boldly stares into his eye. She will not be afraid of him, she'll stand up to him. "You're so damn spoilt. Ever since you were a kid, you got everything you wanted in gold. Now you're assuming that people are objects as well, that you'll just give three dialogues and I'll forgive you for years of hurting. That I'll leave my lover and run into your arms just because you claim you love me again. Grow up. Your money, your games and everything you do won't fool me anymore."

"Perhaps you're mother didn't raise you right. She always said yes to whatever you wanted and now I'm paying the price of saying no to you," Nazia rants. Abeer positively looks outraged now; his fists clenching and unclenching. Despite all of this, Nazia doesn't even flinch.

Abeer drops the platter of paint on the ground, followed by Nazia's touchscreen. His eyes don't move away from hers and neither do hers. "Aisli khel ab hoga (the real game will begin now). It'll take you a week to regret everything," he states, his eyes devoid of light and replaced with anger.

Although Nazia doesn't move a single part of her body and boldly makes eye contact with him, shivers run through her bones. What if he hurts someone she loves in this twisted game of his? "I won't. I hate you more than I've ever loved you," she replies, her eyes just as cold as his.

"I've never lost a game."

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- Maya.