Ring! Ring!

Like always Meera reached for her phone without opening her eyes when her hand felt a hard surface which was rising up and down....slowly. Her eyes shot open as she realized where she was sleeping.

"Kabir!"

"Huh? Wha-aah!" Kabir woke up and got up suddenly.

"Sorry sorry. Careful."

"What happened? Are you ok?"

"Yeah I, I just noticed that I fell asleep here. Sorry."

"Its okay....I dont mind." Kabir replied smiling.

Ring! Ring!

"I think thats your phone."

"Yeah, one minute." Meera picked up her phone and saw who was calling. "Its Alia...keep quiet."

Kabir laughed and zipped his mouth shut.

*Phonecall*

M: Heyyyy Alia.

A: Meera, where the hell are you? Im in your room and your not here.

Sona (From the back): Im here too!

A: Yeah Sona & I both came....Dont tell me you went out to go jogging. So much happened yesterday and yo-

M: No...No Im not jogging I'll just, I'll come, you wait there.

A: but...

M: I'm coming na Alia....Im coming.

*Phonecall End*

"I should go." Meera told Kabir as she got up from his bed. "You....stay in bed, rest and if you need anything....call someone for help, okay?"

"Yes Mom." Kabir joked earning a glare from Meera.

"Relax Gauri, Rudra & I are going to check on Kabir right now." Meera froze in her spot as she heard Om's voice from the hall.

"Oh no..." Meera whispered "Sounds like they are coming here!"

"What are you doing?" Kabir chuckled as Meera looked around for a place to hide.

"Hiding.." Meera looked under his bed and then back at him, "Why is there no space under your bed!"

"It was....just made like that." Kabir amusingly watched as Meera ignored him, ran to the other side of the room, climbed into his closet and closed the door just as Om & Rudra entered.

"Kabir...how are you?" Rudra asked.

"Im great. Thanks for asking uncle."

"I told you so many times, dont call me uncle, call me Ru or Rudy. Uncle sound like I'm some old man." Rudra

"Yeah yeah, you're very young na. That 18 year old son you have just grew from a tree." Om joked. Forgetting for a second that she was hiding Meera giggled and then closed her mouth shut with her hands.

"O...am I hearing things or.... is there laughing coming from that closet." Rudra said looking towards Meera's hiding place.

"No...I heard it too. Go check." Om told Rudra as he noticed Kabir diverting his eyes. Rudra walked to the closet doors and pulled it open revealing Meera who sat there with an sheepish grin.

"Meera? What are you doing here?" Om asked surprised.

"Me? I uh.....I was..... uh...I was.." Meera looked around until she saw the first aid box still on the bed. "Bandages.....Poor Kabir....he was injured. So I was just helping him change his bandages...just being nice."

Om & Rudra looked at each other and started smiling.

"And the closte? What were you doing in the closet?" Rudra asked.

"In the closet?" Meera looked at kabir who looked both embarrassed and entertained at the same time and saw that he was still shirtless from last night. "Shirt..."

"Shirt?." Om asked holding his laugh back.

"Kabir bled through his shirt na....so I was giving him a new shirt.....from inside....the closet." Meera quickly pulled the first piece of clothing she got her hands on off the hanger and handed it to Rudra, "Here....bye."

Om & Rudra watched as Meera ran out of the room as fast as she could and then they turned to Kabir.

"Thats not a shirt is it?" Kabir asked.

"Nope." Rudra laughed holding up the thin scarf that Meera had given him. Om started laughing too.

"We...werent doing anything. Honestly.....Meera isnt that type of girl." Kabir explained.

"Ohho! Did you hear Rudy? MEERA isnt that type of girl." Om teased.

"So fast to defend Meera."

"No...I....actually..."

"Here..." Rudra tossed the scarf to Kabir before leaving with Om, "put on your shirt."

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"Oh....My...." Alia said.

"God!" Sona finished.

"In Kabir's room..."

"The whole night!"

"EEE!" Alia & Sona squealed happily.

"Guys! SHHHH!" Meera shushed her friends, "You dont need to get so excited, nothing happened , we didnt do anything, Okay?"

"Well, sometimes....things happen without you having to do anything!" Sona said.

"Like?"

"Like...love."

"Love?" Meera laughed, "Ok...maybe because we are staying in the same house we are sorta, kinda friends now...but love? Where did you get that from? I was just helping him."

"mmhmm." Sona smiled.

"Im serious...." Meera then looked to Alia, "Alia?"

"What? She's the expert in this area." Alia responded.

"Ok you know what....never mind." Meera rolled her eyes, "Alia lets go."

"Where? Shivaay uncle & Dev arent even going to the office today." Sona asked.

"Hotel....we have work at the hotel, thats where we are going."

"Hotel? What-" Alia stopped as Meera gave her a look. "Lots of work...she's right. We have so much work there so we should go."

"Okay fine....but we are gonna go shopping after."

"Why?" Meera asked.

"What why? I know its been awhile since I got enagaged but the wedding is still on."

"Ok fine, we'll see you later." Meera & Alia then left the room and started going downstairs.

"So what's the plan?" Alia asked.

"Dev overheard that Papa is going to go meet Ma where she works"

"So Shivaay uncle is doing all the work. What will we do?"

"A little help. I have an idea."

"What idea?"

"You'll see. But not now, we actually have to go to the hotel."

"Do we have work at the hotel?"

"Yeah Alia, and anyways Ma's dance classes are in the evening so Papa will be going there then."

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That Evening...

Location: St Thomas International School of Dance (Fake name I just came up with 😜)

Annika was teaching some kids dance in one of the many rooms of the dance school when the headmistress walked in with a woman and a little 9 year old girl. The woman was wearing red designer pencil heeled shoes, a bodycon red dress that reached just above her knees and dark shades rested on her head. Flipping her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder, the woman looked around the room with a dissatisfied look.

"Ugh....I dont know Pisha, this place...its not our standard." The woman told her daughter infront of the head, Ms Patel.

"But Mumma, my friend is here." The little girl excitedly waved to another girl her age then continued to beg, "Please! I wanna learn dance here!"

"Ok Pumpkin...." The woman sighed, "If thats what you really want."

"Yayyy!"

"I assure you, you will not be disappointed Mrs Thakur."

"Whatever....who will be my Prisha's teacher?"

"Annika....come here for a second." Mrs. Patel motioned for Annika to come and then introduced her, "Mrs. Thakur, this is Annika Chaturvedi, Prisha's dance teacher."

"Her?" Mrs. Thakur asked looking at Annika who was wearing a pink salwar suit with white floral print on it, "This behenji will teach my daughter dance Have you seen what she is wearing? Damini Thakur's daughter always gets the best of everything. How could you think this middle class lady will be my Prisha's teacher?"

"What the hell?" Meera who was standing near the windows watching what was happened whispered to Alia, "How can she talk about Ma like that? This Damini Thakur-"

"ENOUGH!" Another voice boomed through the classroom stopping Meera in her tracks. Turning towards the door, Meera & Alia saw Shivaay standing there looking furious and they quickly hid behind a pillar before he could see them. Shivaay walked to the woman while Annika looked at Shivaay surprised at what he was doing there. "HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT ANNIKA LIKE THIS?"

"You?" Damini Thakur recognized Shivaay from someplace, "You are Shivaay Singh Oberoi,right? My husband works in your company. Harsh Thakur....last month he-"

"I am going to stop you right there Mrs. Thakur, I have many employees working in my company...its not possible for me to remember everyone's name and face. However, you should def remember one person's face and name and save it in your brain....and thats Annika....the wife of your husband's boss, Shivaay Singh Oberoi's wife." Shivaay said shocking both Mrs. Thakur & Mrs. Patel. "So don't you dare speak to her like that again. Am I clear?"

"W...wife?" Mrs. Thakur asked looked shocked and afraid of Shivaay's anger. Annika just glared at Shivaay. "But I thought her surname is Chaturvedi."

"Mrs Thakur...." Annika spoke up before Shivaay could reply. "You are here to enroll your daughter in dance class..so whose wife I am, what my surname is or what I where is really none of your business."

"Sorry....I...I'll just go." Mrs. Thakur said before leaving quickly.

"Annika...I'll leave too, you start your class." Mrs. Patel said and also left the room.

"Alia....stay here, Ill be back in a sec." Meera whispered to Alia and then followed Mrs. Patel.