Next morning, Aashi woke up, stretched and yawned. As she opened her eyes she noticed her laptop open. She wondered why Suchitra didn't switch it off. Slowly, she climbed down and walked towards the laptop. She looked around for her friend. But Suchitra was nowhere to be seen.

Quickly, Aashi got ready and stepped out of her room dressed for work in an ink blue ruffle shirt and black cigarette pants.

Aashi spotted Suchitra in the open kitchen. She was busy making breakfast.

'Hey.' She greeted her.

'Hey.' Suchitra looked up from the Omelet she was making. The girls passed smiles at each other.

'Guess what I found.' Suchitra said walking towards the table with two plates of Omelet.

'What?' Aashi asked placing toasts on their plates

'That man with Laila isn't her father.' She said taking her seat opposite Aashi.

'So? Must be her Uncle.' Aashi said cutting a morsel of the Omelet.

Suchitra smirked, she paused for dramatic effect.

'What?' Aashi shrugged feeding herself a morsel of toast and omelet

Suchitra shifted closer and said, - 'He is her husband.'

Aashi's mouth dropped open. Suchitra's smirk widened.

'I made a fake account, of a boy, a made-up rich man and send her the friend request and she accepted it...and then I stalked her profile and found out. She married this man, Dinesh Singhal, five years ago.'

Aashi blinked at Suchitra, then she thought five years ago, Rishabh had quit his job and joined MBA in London.

'They have their own three-year-old son, Dominic and a teen daughter, Tisha from Dinesh's first marriage.' Suchitra said placing Omelet over the toast. Aashi was blown away.

'But she is half his age. Why will she marry someone like him?' Aashi asked.

'He is a millionaire. He owns many five-star hotels all over India and abroad. Laila always had a liking towards finer things.' Suchitra said with a naughty grin.

Aashi shook her head. Laila, since College, used to be with boys that would make her popular and give her all the attention, but she didn't know Laila was a gold digger too. For money and popularity, she has married a man who is double her age. She felt bad for her. Though the photo said something, she knew Laila might be miserable.

Aashi sighed, she shouldn't judge her, whatever Laila does was her problem. But one thing that disturbed her was - Why did Rishabh lie? Had they married and then divorced or she left him without marriage? She began thinking.

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At Office, as Aashi and Himanshu walked towards the elevator they saw Rishabh waiting for the elevator.

'Hey, Good morning, Rishabh.' Himanshu greeted him happily. Rishabh turned around and smiled too.

'Good morning, Himanshu-' He looked at Aashi and added, - 'and Aashi.'

Aashi simply nodded acknowledging his greetings. When she looked at Rishabh she felt bad for him. Laila had been so unfair to him, life had been so unfair to him. Sadly, his best friend, wasn't there to give him a shoulder to cry. Aashi looked away sadly.

Himanshu noticed her sad face but didn't say anything in presence of Rishabh. Quietly, the three stood in the elevator with other employees. Silently, Aashi and Rishabh stepped out of the elevator. Rishabh looked at her, but she didn't and turned around walking towards her cabin. Rishabh watched her go wondering if everything was alright.

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Next few weeks were harsh on Aashi, she found it very hard to avoid Rishabh or be strictly professional with him. But she had to else she might end up blurting out about her findings. She was also hurt and confused as to why he lied to her.

One fine Sunday, Aashi got good news after what seemed like ages.

'SUCHITRA, SUCHI-' Aashi stopped yelling when she saw her friend sound asleep despite her screaming her lungs out. Aashi placed her palms on her hips and pressed her lips tightly together. She shook her head looking at her friend. Aashi got an evil idea and tiptoed towards the bed. Looking at her friend with an evil smirk, she held the hem of the duvet and pulled it.

'Ahhh...' Suchitra sat up looking alarmed. Looking at her disheveled look Aashi began laughing heartedly. Suchitra stopped looking around dazed and groaned, - 'What ya?' She said rubbing her eyes.

'I have something amazing, dude.... My car...'

'It's here.' Suchitra added excitedly.

Aashi, - 'It is ready, just have to pick it up.' She nearly jumped on the bed. Suchitra and Aashi squealed with happiness and hugged each other tightly.

Both girls hurriedly freshened up, showered and changed. They got an auto to reach the showroom.

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'Wow.... Photo.' Suchitra suggested happily. Aashi nodded and posed cheerily in front of the car. She felt the proudest when the salesman handed her the car keys. Suchitra clicked the pictures fanatically. She uploaded them to social networking sites instantly.

The girls blasted the car music to the loudest as Aashi drove to the nearest coffee restaurant to grab some breakfast and coffee. After having their food, they drove elsewhere. Suchitra suggested it, that way Aashi will hang of it. She is still new to driving cars.

It became late in the night and the girls were still out having a gala time together.

As they were returning home, chatting over the loud music Aashi didn't notice a man crossing the road.

'AASHI, LOOK OUT.' Suchitra shouted warning Aashi but it was late. She couldn't dodge the man and he got hit.

'Shit! Shit!' Aashi cursed as the two girls quickly got down. Suchitra looked around to find someone for help. But it was really late and there was hardly anyone on the road. Aashi rushed to the injured man and kneeled in front of him. She panicked seeing so much blood. Her hands trembled as she placed her hand on his shoulder, she turned him around and gasped.

'Rishabh.'