Anushka Sharma as Nazia.

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Nazia laughs, throwing her head back. Kabir simply smiles at her, watching her figure through the heated mirror. On his face, the toothpaste managed to land all across his stubble. He was trying to brush his teeth but managed to almost doze off. The whole sudden movement made his stubble laced with Colgate.

It's seven in the morning and Nazia is fully dressed. She's switched from Kabir's white shirt to a simple outfit made for the snow outside. She has already slipped on her tan coat, applied red lipstick, black jeans and a simple black shirt.

Her finance on the other hand was only awoken by Nazia singing terribly in the shower. When his pillow failed to block the sound, he had to get off their warm bed to yell at her to shut up. In response, Nazia sang more.

Kabir splashes water onto his face, rubbing his cheeks to get rid of the paste. "Kabir, you're going to be late," Nazia comments. Through the fogged mirror, he watches her check her black watch while sighing.

"I'm never late."

"Yeah, everyone is just simply awaiting for your royal ass to show up," Nazia remarks back, rolling her mascara coated eyes. Kabir laughs in response and then returns to brushing his teeth. His hair sticks up everywhere, a complete mess compared to Naiza's luscious flowly hair.

He turns around to face her after wiping down his face with a towel. She shifts her weight to one foot, furiously texting someone. "Is it Harnaam?" he asks, referring to her best friend. In return, Nazia nods.

Harnaam is a good friend of Nazia's and Kabir's cousin. In fact, she was the one who introduced her to him and knew that they would fall in love despite their opposite personalities. It was just the way they looked at each other - she knew it would be love.

"She says I should sue you for making me wait," Nazia comments. Kabir simply rolls his eyes and brushes past Nazia as he hurrily walks. As he walks into the hallway, he slips off his shirt that he grabbed in a hurry (it was a Hannah Montana shirt that Nazia brought as a joke birthday gift). 

"Do you still want me to drop you off?" he asks, stretching as Nazia looks at his chest then his lips. "I haven't even showered yet."

Nazia shakes her head. "I'll just drive myself," she sighs, remembering all the speeding tickets she's received. Naiza isn't a bad driver - she managed to drive well. However, the speeding limit is invisible to her impatience.

"Promise me that you wouldn't get another ticket," Kabir complains and Nazia shrugs in response. He leans in closer to her, blocking her way outside of the bathroom. His body manages to take up all the space in the frame of the door, ensuring that Nazia can't squeeze through.

"Hey!" Nazia says. She leans her shoulder against his chest, attempting to push him through. All her attempts go to fail however and Kabir ends up laughing instead of wheezing for air like she planned. On her last try, she manages push Kabir out of the door who then wraps his arms around her. The scent of peppermint finds its way to her nostrils, causing Nazia to smile despite the mess she's in.

"Promise?" he asks again, smirking at her. She scowls at him, turning up her nose at him. Finally, she nods and Kabir brings his arms back to his sides. Nazia opens her red stained mouth to comment something, only to have Kabir to embrace her figure again.

Nazia wraps her arms around him after a few moments. "I will break your bones if you don't tell me why on earth you're hugging me again," she threatens and causing Kabir to chuckle. He snuggles against her shoulders, brushing his cheeks against it.

"Because I love you," he finally admits.

"Or that you're extremely cheesy."

"Too bad you're stuck with me," he laughs. Kabir steps away from the embrace, watching Nazia shake her head at him. Despite the whole disappointed facade, she still smiles at him. Kabir leans his hands on her shoulders, spinning her around so she faces towards the living room.

"Now shoo. Go and paint something. Kuch khoobsurat, mera chera jaise (something beautiful, like my face)," he jokes, causing Nazia to laugh.

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Naiza's breath stops.

Abeer.

He stands in front of her, his brown eyes brightening at the sight of her. For the first time she's seen him, Abeer wears something professional. The suit is simple, black and it looked tailored to fit him. It's a shocking change from his usual black tees and jeans.

"Nazia," a women says, tapping her shoulder. Nazia turns around, happy to change her veiw from Abeer. Zoya stands beside her, wearing a grim smile that only agents wear. "What's wrong? Go and tell him about your painting."

Nazia nods and Zoya does an once over, taking in Nazia's neat outfit. Her eyes scrunch up at Nazia's eyeliner but she knew better than to comment. Nazia's eyeliner is her mark, something that she never takes off.

Nazia turns around, facing Abeer once again. "Shall we start?" she asks, smiling widely at him. She turns her gaze to the painting, gesturing for Abeer to look towards it. However, his eyes refuse to move off her until Nazia clears her throat.

"Sorry," he comments, his eyes twinkling as he talks to her. "I never knew that art could come in forms of humans."

"Too bad that you can never touch art," Nazia shoots back. Pick up lines? Out of all things? He should know by now that Nazia can't deal with bad pickup lines unless it's coming from Kabir's smoothing voice. She taps her foot impatiently, the heel clicking against the wooden floor.

"Every piece has its own price," he replies. With his words, Nazia shoots her gaze up. "Whether it be flowers, love or lust -"

"But you can't ever make painting your own."

Her eyes refuse to drop its gaze from his. Hers carried pure hatred for him whilehis eyes are soft with love. "But what if you love the painting?" he asks, dropping his voice to a whisper as he takes a step closer to her.

Naiza looks away from her painting and back to him. With all the energy in her body, she summons up a smile that drains her. Although her smile doesn't reach her eyes, it still exhausts her. "What if the painting doesn't love you back?" Nazia spits back, her eyes still gazing the painting.

"Everything eventually falls for love," Abeer replies, his eyes failing to move away from Nazia. He would give anything to kiss her once again, to feel her lips against his in a constant promise.

Nazia simply rolls her eyes. "Why don't you just pursue a person that actually needs you?"

"This painting has a lovely pair of lips and an unforgettable laugh." This time, his eyes keep tracing her new lips. They almost seem unrecognizable without her usual cherry chipstick. The light pink of it is replaced with a dark cherry red, simular to blood.

"Too bad it's not in the market," Nazia comments, smiling at Abeer sarcastically. "Try your luck with another."

"If you have the best, why would you settle for less? You can either carry on watching the painting from a distance or make it your own," he carries on, watching Nazia with a small smile. However Nazia simply laughs, throwing her head back as a fake laugh comes out.

The way her hair falls behind her back as she spreads her red lips into a bright grin is beautiful, causing Abeer's heart to flip over. He knows her attentions are to break him just as much as he broke her but what can he do? She's just that beautiful, something like a drug that he can never get enough of.

"How do you plain on doing the impossible? My heart has already been lost," she comments, smiling at the painting. If you peer closely, you could see a face in the blurred face of faces. It had no detail except for the small dimple resembling a small light in the photo. Every single other face was blurred except for that one face and its dimple.

Her eyes refused to move off that dimple. It was a symbol of guidance, the light amongst the blurring faces of the world. When she thought she lost everything, that everyone was another face she'll loose - she found that face. That dimple. Those oh so familiar lips of his, the ones she spent last night tracing with her own.

He was truly the gold compared to his sliver. And Naiza couldn't wipe her smile off her face as all Abeer can do is watch.

Abeer watches the painting alongside her and his eyes finally start trailing Nazia again. "You're here to look at my paintings, not me," she snaps at him. He ignores her.

"Who was that guy next to you yesterday?" Abeer asks, his eyes frowning. Her eyes meet Abeer's for a moment and Abeer's heart sinks. She raises her left hand and his eyes meet the smooth metal on her pale skin.

"Kabir. He's my fiancé," she comments. The torment in his eyes please her for a moment. After all, he deserves it. Plus, she didn't  betray him. She had moved on.

"Do you love him?"

"Of course." Her eyes don't trail away from his at that moment. Nor does Abeer break the eye contact, his eyes frantically searching for tellatale signs that she's lying.

"And live with him?" he asks again, his eyes constantly frowning at him. She nods again, her eyes missing any emotion of regret or sadness. Instead, a small smirk is placed on her lips. "What happened to our apartment?"

"I sold it."

Her emotionless voice stings a little but Abeer doesn't back away. "And the memories?" Her small little studio seems empty at that moment despite being cluttered with so many paintings and  splashes of paint on the wooden floor. Nothing but her and Abeer seem to exist at that moment. The memories start to flash through her minds one by one and each one seems to be fading away.

She could barely grasp a memory that brought her happiness. Once upon a time, at that moment, she had felt happy. After awhile, when she remebered them, she felt sad. And now? Nazia feels nothing.

"I've burnt them."

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How was the chapter? Did you enjoy it? Have any feedback?

Geez why the hell is Abeer even at Nazia's studio? Take your best guess at why.

And the first half of the chapter is a bit unnecessary to the plot and all but i wanted to demonstrate Nazia's and Kabir's relationship a little more XD

And also why do i have so many gifs of Anushka and fawad in my phone wtf

QOTD (im starting this up because i want to know/stalk you guys more!): what color is your toothbrush? Mine is pink (this is a very important question dont question it).

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- Maya