"You wouldn't."

"Oh, but I would" he replied with a smirk.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Did you not understand what I said, a few minutes earlier? I asked you to come out with me, and you have decided to not move. Now I am going to call your father. I have still not decided on what I'm going to say. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Sasha asked me to"

"And what exactly was it, she asked you to do?"

"She asked me to go and see how you are doing and in my opinion, you are doing terribly"

My eyes widened at this revelation. Does this mean she knows about my 'situation'? But how is it possible? I did not tell her anything.

"You" I said pointing my finger at the culprit before me. "You told her everything?" I asked in disbelief. It is my choice and my issues to tell, not his. I have a choice, whether to share my 'situations' or not and I will choose NOT any given day.

My problems are my own. Not anyone else's. I never shared my sob stories or problems with anyone else. I always thought it was a stupid thing to do. Because one, no one will ever understand what you are going through (even if they say otherwise) and two if you can't find the solution to your own problem then how the hell can you expect someone else to solve it for you. That's plain stupidity.

He raised his hands in surrender, "it was not my place to tell her anything. But she just asked me to see what you have been up to since she isn't here."

That did move some strings in my heart. She was still worrying about me, while she was miles away, drowning in her own misery. That thought made me smile.

"Now, I am sure she doesn't know about any of this. So, will you do the honors of enlightening her, or should I?"

"No one's calling any one. Nick just go, we will talk about this... maybe never. Yaa never sounds good. So, for now just leave me alone."

He was silent for some time and was just looking at me.

Am I supposed to decipher something here?

Yup, definitely. You need to know that he is here for you and you are being a stuck up, spoilt, brat who doesn't let anyone in.

Argh not with the 'letting in' crap, again.

Listen Riya, just try. Have a little faith. Go out with him; let's just see what he is up to? I mean what's the worst that can happen now, right? It will be a diversion from the crazy stuff I am coming up with.

"Where are we going? Why and how?"

He just beamed at me, turned and said, "follow me" and walked to the door.

I stood there for few more seconds deliberating if it was the right thing to do.

Ah... move now. Let's get this over with.

He walked out of my front door and was waiting for me by the elevator. I made my way to him and waited. He was smiling all the way and once we got in, he pressed number 15 which was the highest floor in my building.

"You don't plan on luring me to the roof and pushing me from there. Do you?"

"Now, why would I do that?"

"I don't know" I mumbled.

I mean what was I supposed to say? Why is he taking me to the roof of my own building?

In silence we made it to the last floor and it was quite a peaceful place. I came here, when I was bored and not lazy. It had a few benches and a small play area. Some nice residents of my apartment did nursery work in the evenings and planted all flowering and decorative plants, so now it looks like a horticulture show.

Nick walked ahead of me and I followed him, planning my escape route in case he really wanted to get rid of me.

He walked a few more feet and sat down on a bench. I followed and sat beside him and took in my surrounding. We were surrounded by lilies, various sizes, shapes, colors and names, but still lilies.

Nick was here sitting on the 15th floor of my apartment looking ahead of him with a small smile and for a minute I could not think of anything but how picture worthy the moment was, he was.

"Stop admiring me so much"

"Pfft, you are not admirable."

Lie, lie, lie.

He shook his head and bent down and dragged a cover from under our bench. It was a take away bag. He brought out two neatly packed sandwiches and was searching for something else in the bag.

He brought food? For me?

I probably looked like a star struck kid, with two stars in place of my eyes. I was in awe for this guy. Why?

Because no one and I mean no one ever brought me food when I was upset and most of the time food was my only source of happiness in times like this.

"I did not know what you liked so I just brought my favorite cheese sandwich. Even if you don't like it, you are going to finish it."

"Liar," Whom are you exactly calling a liar? "I know you got help because I love cheese sandwich."

He turned in my direction giving me my piece of bread and coke "maybe, maybe not", there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. Like he knew something I would never know.

We both turned back ahead and munched on our delicious sandwiches.

"You see that skyscraper there? It was built twice because the first time it was built; they planned the building for only 6 floors. Later the need grew to 20, so they had to start from the foundation again." he said pointing to a far-off skyscraper.

"This apartment I am living in right now," I said gesturing to my surroundings "was initially a convention center. It remained unused for long so they turned it to an apartment."

"The pervious apartment I lived in was actually a land allotted by the government to build a museum."

"I love museums. You museum killer." I said with a very heavy voice. He just laughed.

"I do too. My dad and I would visit museums once every month, when I was a kid."

Well no one took me. I went by myself and enjoyed it.

"Back when I was in college there was this museum that was very near to our dorm. I really liked going there," he turned to look at me "do you know the one in St. Mark's street?"

"I went there once with Mini. She wanted to meet someone there" although I did not get to meet that someone.

Silence restored back. It was a peaceful silence but my brain was not doing a good job in trying to be peaceful. It was throwing out random things and most of them were not very cheerful.

"So... what's your big plan?" Nick suddenly asked startling me.

"My big plan? As in the ultimate plan of my life?" I asked pointing a finger at me, with an eyebrow raised. He put his coke can and wrappers back in the bag and turned to look at me and nodded his head.

"I am not telling you."

"Why?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I want to know, because I can do nothing to stop you from doing what you what to do, because no matter how much time I spent with you, you still look like a puzzle to me. And trust me that had never happened to me before."

"So, you are trying to figure me out?" I asked with a frown. How am I supposed to take this?

"Maybe, not because I treat you like an experiment but, because you intrigue me. So, tell me what's your big plan?" his dimples were showing and my brain was swooning again.

Only for today, just this one time don't be that stupid girl. Talk what you want to, without a second thought. It's ok if he doesn't remember what you say or doesn't give a damn about your big thoughts. Just let it out.

I let out a huge sigh,

"I want to just go with the flow. See where life takes me, earn some money. After a few years I want to travel off to a faraway land and start a small restaurant, you know nothing big. A tiny space filled with a few good books, wonderful aroma of chocolates and coffee. Just a small place where people come and for few minutes feel everything's going to be just fine. I want to start an orphanage too, I don't know when but I will. And then maybe when I am 30 I will adopt a kid and help him or her grow. I may not be a great mother to the kid but I can help as much as I can, right?"

He nodded his head and was looking at me with an expression, I can only describe as 'intense'.

That's when I realized my mistake. This guy knows more things about me than my own mother ever did. He was getting to know too much about me and we all know how wonderfully this is going to end.

I stood up abruptly and cleared my throat "Nick we should go. I am sure you have better things to do than sit here and listen to me rant." I turned around and was about to walk away when his voice stopped me.

"I am here to stay. It doesn't matter what you say or ask me to do, I am not leaving."

MY WORLD STOPPED.

That's it Riya run. Run as fast as you can and as far as you can. Do not turn back, just run.

If there is a guy who makes you heart race, makes it skip a beat, knows exactly what to say when and has a breath-taking smile, you run. Run like never before. He is bad news.

And Nick was all of that and also my friend's fiancé.

Almost.

Almost fiancé. He topped the list of hot-bad-news.

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