HUSSAIN'S POV

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London 3:40AM

"Get up, you lazy butt!" Shehry bhai chucked a pillow at me but I decided to utilise by shoving it over my face.

"kya hai bhai? let me sleep. Plus we have nothing scheduled for today," I groaned and tightly shut my eyes.

Few minutes went by before he tried again, "uth basanti!" he yelled as he jumped on the bed, "Hussain, yeh last time hai. Get up!"

I groaned, annoyed by his act, and reached for my phone. With one eye open, I read the time, "Its freaking 3AM, bhai!" I yelled at him and covered my face with the pillow again.

"3:45," he corrected me.

"Honestly, 3:45 ho yah 3, its too early for anyone in their right mind."

Shehry bhai is not a morning person either; at least he is always the last one to wake up then why the hell is he up so early? or did he not sleep last night?

"Hussain, I am telling you that you are gonna miss out," he informed me as I felt some shuffles on my bed.

"No one misses out on anything except sleep at 3AM," I reminded him, sounding as much disinterested as I could.

"For the last time, 3:45!" He hissed. Why is he so pissed off? I asked myself.

Managing to peak through the little space between the bed covers and pillows, I saw bhai get off my bed and walk towards the door.

What am I missing out on??

Ok, Fine! I give up!

"Bhai wait!" I said while rubbing my eyes. The bright light felt too harsh right now.

"You sure you wanna listen?" he teased me.

"Yes bhai," I moaned.

He knows me just too well.

"Aa jao paltan!" he shouted in a whispering tone as Waqas and our manager cum friend, Adeel, walked straight in.

"What the heck is going on?!" I questioned, scratching the back of my neck.

"Look Hussain, you are tired of this public pleasing act," Shehry bhai mimicked the last words the way I had said them a couple of days ago, "so, we want to give you sometime for yourself."

"But then we thought that we all need a break from this world. I mean, in our journey from youtubers to film makers, we gave up on ourselves somewhere," Waqas looked straight into my eyes with such sincerity, "this fame took away a lot."

"No breaks, no time for ourselves," Adeel continued, "our trips were all about promotions, meet n greats, shootings, concerts and award shows."

Don't know why but this felt more like a speech to me.

"So, we want a grand vacation where no one will find us or even think about us being there," Shehry bhai's face lit up.

Waqas and Adeel pasted ear to ear smiles on their faces as bhai continued.

"If management finds out about this trip, they will, for sure, spread the news so we can get as much media coverage as possible-" he was going to go on for longer but I cut through his 'speech.'

"What's the point guys?" I asked looking at them blankly.

"The point is," Adeel stood up and pulled something out of his pocket, "we are leaving in an hour to a place where nights are magical, romance lingers in the air, weather is just fine for beaches, not much brown people and too many fine toned butts."

"Oye chup kar, bagerat!" Waqas punched the back of our hopeless romantic cum flirt, Adeel.

"We are going to New Zealand ," bhai beamed as he showed me the private jet booking which they arranged for this morning.

"And we are leaving in ten minutes so no one will find out until we are miles away from London," Waqas exclaimed as he tore my blanket away from me.

I sat there for a few moments, blankly staring at the three complete strangers in front of me, unable to convince myself that what I heard a minute ago, was true. Shehryaar Asif, Waqas Riaz and Adeel Ahmed; the three sincere and exceptionally hardworking lads were discussing an escape plan right here and right now; in my room.

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PREET'S POV

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NEW ZEALAND 2:30pm

Three days went by but daarji didn't change his mind. Every time I sat on the dinning table, he would grin and then peacefully dig into his plate of food with everyone following after him. Not that I have starved myself completely because every now and then my bhabi's would sneak in with delicious food. They know that mouthwatering aromas are my only weakness.

Last night I sat there, cursing everyone for not loving me enough. My brothers tried to console me but I will not give up what so ever. Daarji told them that there is no need to worry as I can't avoid food for too long. He thinks that I'll give up soon but I am also his blood. Giving up is not in my dictionary.

"Here, eat this," Kashish bhabhi snapped me out of my chain of thoughts.

I jumped as I saw fine slices of juicy mango set neatly on a plate accompanied by a glass of fresh buttermilk. Something a punjabi would die for. YUM!!

I quickly gobbled my favourite fruit and slipped the silky drink down my throat. Bhabhi stopped me on my way as she forcefully grabbed the glass out of my hand and shoved it under the bed.

"Shhh," she whispered, "I hear daarji's stick," she informed me before I could complain.

I quickly turned around and pulled the blanket over my head.

"No bhabhi, stop telling me lies. He doesn't love me enough," I began and gestured bhabhi to continue as I spotted daarji's shadow on the cream coloured carpet.

"Don't be silly Preet, he loves you more than you think. Plus you will leave in about two months and God knows when we will be meeting next. So, don't be crazy and talk to daarji," she continued as a slight smile escaped from my lips.

This act would really melt daarji's heart. I couldn't thank God enough for such perfect sisters-in-law that he has gifted me.

"No," was all I managed to say before daarji cleared his throat.

"Uhhmm. Kashish dear, let me talk to her," he walked across the room and sat down on the couch.

I slowly got up, making sure that my quilt was still hanging off the bed to cover the dishes that were shoved under it a minute ago.

"What is it?" I groaned, looking into space.

"I always wish the best for you. So, no matter how much you cry, I am not letting you go," he slightly raised his voice, and got up.

He had never talked to me in this tone before. With every step he took towards me, my body tightened. This seriousness was always booked up for my elder brothers but now I realise how they felt every now and then.

"You are grown up and mature. You should understand that it's not our culture to allow girls to stay away for days," he straightened his posture and I looked down in nervousness.

It took me a good 30 seconds long pause to debate about my next step and then it struck me.

"Oh ho, daarji. Stop acting like Amrish Puri from DDLJ (bollywood movie). First you fixed my rishta with your friend's grandson and now all these rules. Maan jao na?" I made a puppy face at him as he let out a sigh, "mere liye?.......Please?"

My eyes followed daarji as he paced around my room.

"Aur main Kaunsa Europe jaa rahi hu like Simran? One road trip, only for ten days. Please daarji?" I tried again, really hoping my best fried to show up from behind this stern old man.

I couldn't stand myself looking at the person he had become overnight.

He finally walked back to me and brought his hand closer to my cheek and firmly brushed his thumb against it. I was a hundred per cent sure that a yes would escape his lips any minute but no!

"Next time, clean your face after eating to at least save yourself some embarrassment," he showed me his thumb with slight milk traces on it and walked out of my room.

"Oh shit!" I muttered as I watched him disappear around the corner, "meri car toh chalne se pehle hi band ho gayi!"

"Oh no!" bhabhi came in right after daarji left, "ab kya? ab toh he will not let you go what so ever," she said it in a way like I didn't know that already.

But then my mind clicked again..

"No probs bhabhi. Ghee sidi ungli se na nikle to ungli tedi karni padti hai. Now it's time for plan B!" I picked up my phone and ran out of the room before she could ask me anything else.

My bhabhi's blindly support me more than anyone in the family because they love me and above all, they trust me. Yet, I know for sure that my plan B would give both of them a Heart Attack. If I tell them, they won't agree and after their no, I know I won't be able to execute it.

Sorry Bhabhi.....