"Can you believe ke 3 saal nikal gaye hai?" I say and try to zip up my luggage bag again with full force. The chain doesn't move an inch. Damn! Randhir gently pulls me backwards and zips it up in one go. As always.. my savior!

"Hmm" he says pulling me close and kissing my nose. "Remember jab hum pehli baar mile the.. mere saare laddu giraa diye the tumne" I say smiling at the memory and he buries his face in my neck and inhales sharply.

"You were such a brat. So bloody arrogant" I poke his ribs but he is busy giving my neck feather light kisses. "Hmm" he says again. "Are you even listening? You arrogant donkey. Stupid retarded moron.. ugly faced loser.. idiot... Aah!" Randhir nibs my ear lobe and a shock runs through my body and I feel his smile on my neck.

"Jo bhi hu tumhara hu." He says looking into my eyes with a mischievous smile. How I love that smile! "Cheezy" I say and make a disgusted face and his grin widens.

"Mujhe ghar nahi jaana" I say and place my head on his shoulder looking at our now empty room. This has been my home for 3 years. It feels like just yesterday when I entered the room for the first time. Where did all the time go? I guess in love.

Randhir sighs beside me and kisses the top of my head. "Are you sure you don't wanna share an apartment with me in Mumbai. Please think about it na. Mujhe nahi lagta I will be able to stay away from you now" he says and I look up to see that he is staring at me with love.

"Now my home is wherever you are" he says so sincerely that I almost give in to his idea. But then I can't leave daadi on her own for any longer. "Randhir mai.." "I know baby. I understand" he cuts me off before I explain and smiles sadly. "But that doesn't mean ke mai tumhara peecha chhod dunga. I'll call you 24/7 and keep visiting and tumhe bhi aana padega daadi k saath mujhse milne okay?" he asks.

"Obviously aaungi mai. Aur by the way you'll be staying just some distance away so it's not like there will be a lot of distance." I say and he nods. Randhir is planning to rent an apartment. Vidushi told me that he and their father are not really on good terms. I wonder why? I dismiss the idea immediately.

We carry on with our packing. Yesterday was our last day in college and today is our farewell party. I have kept my outfit, which is a gorgeous saree, away from the eyes of Randhir to surprise him. I hope he likes it. But am sure he will. He will compliment me even if I wear a sack. Tomorrow morning we all will be leaving and then meeting again on the graduation day which is after 2 weeks.

I lift up the last thing in our room which is a small framed photo of me and Randhir at the fair and absentmindedly trace my fingers over it and my eyes well up.

"Hey" Randhir gently lifts up my chin and looks at me. He gives me a small assuring smile and I smile back. "Ab rona mat. I know mujhe bahot miss karogi tum.. mere kisses, mere hugs, meri sexy body, mera super handsome face, mera..." He goes on bragging about himself and I roll my eyes and smile. This will never change!

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"Wow! Parth toh flat ho jaayega" I say and Vidushi blushes. She is wearing a really gorgeous beige coloured silk saree with a black lace border and the same matching blouse. Parth and Vidushi are finally dating and it's been more than a year now. Randhir was really mad when he came to know. Not because his sister and his best friend are dating, but because both of them thought so lowly about him by thinking that he will not accept their relationship. But I know that inside his heart he was really happy that both of them respect him so much to keep their love at stake. So now everything is good. Vidushi and Parth make an awesome pair.

Tanya is sitting on her bed looking at us with a sad smile. Vidushi pulls her up and puts her arm around her shoulder. "Taani, pure saree ka look kharab kar rahi hai tu by that constipated look on your face." Vidushi scolds her and she reluctantly smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes.

She and Vishaad broke up a few weeks back because they had really different plans for the future which created a lot of fights between them. Tanya has decided to go to London to get a master's degree in banking.

They ended on good terms by agreeing that long distance relationship is not their thing. But I know they both love each other a lot. Let's see what the future holds. I help her pin up her saree which is a simple mehendi green netted saree with a lacy blouse. But Tanya looks anything but simple. She looks breathtaking.

And me? I am wearing a dark pink saree with heavy but simple diamond work on the pallu. My blouse is contrasted with a deep navy blue sleeveless blouse with high neck line which is embroidered my the same diamond like border. Hmm.. I look good. Very good.

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We go down to the hall. The party has already started and Randhir is blowing up my phone by sending continuous messages asking me to come. The hall is crowded but this party is so different than our freshers party. This one is more classy. The first thing I see is the huge crystal Chandelier in the middle of the cieling. There is no loud music but a soft melody like tune is playing in the background. There is not much decoration but still it looks beautiful. There are round tables with 10 chairs around them placed at regular intervals. On the far end in the dance floor. Wow! This looks so elegant.

I quickly spot our group sitting in the middle, laughing and chatting animatedly. My phone buzzes again.

*Where are you????? I am really getting restless so come quick or I'll come and drag you down here myself*

I smile to myself. And look at Randhir who has his back faced towards me and is tapping his foot anxiously. He looks around and then he spots me and stands up. Our eyes meet for a few seconds and even from here I can see how his eyes roam over my body from my head to toe, drinking me in. His mouth drops open and I smile satisfied. We start walking towards our table and then I see what Randhir is wearing. Now it's my turn to gape at him with my jaw touching the floor.

He is wearing a crisp white shirt underneath a very well fitted navy blue suit jacket paired with cream coloured pants. The 2 buttons on the top of the shirt are undone and he looks.. he looks yummy.

I go and stand right in front of him and he looks at with awe and says, "Tum bahot khoobsurat lag rahi ho. Hamesha ki tarah. Infact aur bhi jyada" and then takes my hand and kisses the back of it leaving a tingling sensation on that spot. He pulls the chair for me and I sit thanking him.

Parth leans to kiss Vidushi and Randhir clears his throat glaring at both of them. He hates it when they show any kind of PDA. Parth awkwardly sits back on his place while Vidushi murmers something about 'ruining the moment'.

We are served with the starters and the conversation flows on our table. This time there is no beer or vodka and stuff but champagne and wine. Hmm...

I am already on my 4th glass. This is really good. My head is buzzing lightly. Randhir takes the glass from my hand. "Heyy" I protest but Randhir shakes his head. "Bass Sanyukta. Aur nahi. Kal jaldi uth ke nikalna bhi hai na" he says and I pout.

He drags me to the dance floor where some people are already dancing with their partners. I see Vishaad and Tanya dancing together. I feel bad for them. The song changes and 'mast magan' starts playing.

I smile as Randhir encircles me in his arms and I put my arms around his neck. We smile at each other like lovestruck fools. But I guess that's what we are.

"Sanyukta?"

"Hmm?"

"Sab sahi rahega na? Asli life ab shuru hogi. Mujhe career ki tension ho rahi hai. Mere dad.. um.. I hope sab thik ho. Maine aisi field choose ki hai jaha paise nahi milenge jyada but that's what I wanna do. Mai sahi toh kar raha hu na"

"Sab sahi rahega Randhir. Mai hu na tumhare saath. Bass kuch din sab settle hone tak ki baat hai. You will become a very good social worker. I believe in you" I say lightly running my fingers down his temple to his jaw line. He closes his eyes and smiles.

Randhir has obtained a degree in bachelor's of social work. His helping spirit will take him to new heights. He is a person like that, one who sacrifices his own happiness to make others happy. I am so proud of him and I love him for following his passion. Not many people are willing to get a degree in BSW.

We dance for 2-3 more songs and then click photos with our group in the photo booth. The DJ then starts playing dance numbers and now the real dancing begins.

Everyone is grooving to the beats. Damn it so difficult to dance in a saree. After 2 numbers Randhir pulls me out. "Kya kar rahe ho mujhe aur naachna hai" I say. "I've got a surprise for you" he says huskily in my ear and my eyes light up.

He leads the way and I follow him without any more protests like a puppy. Wow what can it be?? I love his surprises. We go towards are room but he leads me up on the terrace. With great struggle I reach up without tripping over my saree and my mouth drops open looking at the set-up in front of me.

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Hello babies!! How are you guys? Bahot time ho gaya na.. I hope you guys are still interested in this story. There will be one big twist in the later chapters. So stay tuned! Love you :)