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I woke up with a headache. When I rolled on bed, I noticed that it was soft compared to mine. I opened my eyes, everything was appearing blurry. After a few second I saw a completely different room. I sat up quickly.

Where am I? Where is Ameera? What am I doing here? Were some of the questions running in my mind.

I got up from the bed, clutching my head, it's paining. I was walking backward when by back got crash on a hard rock body and the man whimpered.

I got scared and nervous. Who is this man? With my closed eyes I turned to see who the person was.

"Tumne koi kasam khayi hai mujhse takrane ki?" The person asked me and continued "Subah hote hi start." His voice was way too familiar.

No he can't be..Is he?

"Open your eyes!" He ordered and I followed within a second. When I saw his face.

No, no, no. This cannot be real. It's a dream.

"S-Sanam?" I stammered looking at the handsome figure standing in front of me.

I raised my hand to touch him but he held my wrist and asked "What are you doing now?"

"You are real? This isn't a dream? " I asked him in shock. He face palmed and said "After doing all those thing last night, you still think its a dream?"

"L-Last night?" I asked trying to figure out what was he saying and looked at my wrist which he was still holding. Following my gaze on our hand, he freed me and said "Yeah, last night. And don't tell me that you don't remember anything. " he said knitting his brows together.

I shook my head and replied in a low voice "I really don't. My head is paining. And after leaving the concert, mujhe kuch bhi yaad nahi...Ameera? Where's Ameera?" I asked him.

"Tumhe sach mein kuch yaad nahi?" And I shook my head again. I really don't remember what happened last night after the concert. I can only recall Ameera's call and looking for her. Then what I think was all dream. But what am I doing here?

"How can you forget everything what you did?" He asked a little angry this time. I took a step and murmuring a no. Sanam Puri is standing right in front of me. Agar kuch yaad hota bhi, tab bhi bhul jati because my mind has stopped working!

Then he raised his hand and showed me a bruise "Ab kuch yaad aya?"

"Yeh...maine kiya?" I asked him shocked. There was a biting mark on his wrist. Oh God!

"Aur nahi to kya?"

Oh wow! Warisha Ahmed yeh kya kiye tune?! I mentally scolded myself.

He took a step forward saying "This is nothing compared to what you did whole night!"

I wanted to run away from there. I never imagined in my life that this kind of thing will happen.

"Kya kiya maine?" I asked him looking anywhere but him

"Kya kiya? Kya kiya? Pucho kya nahi kiya?!"

"Kya nahi kiya?" I blurted and facepalmed mentally for making myself a fool again.

"Aisa kuch nahi jo nahi kiya. You got drunk-"

"What?! " I gasped and he nodded mockingly . "I can-"

"But you did. And that's not all. You ran away from there and when I tried to stop you, you bit me!" He said showing his bruise and I mumbled a sorry again "and then" he continued "you made me your driver at 2:30 in morning. "

I was searching for chullu bhar pani. Yeh kya kiya maine?

"Tell me that's all." I requested.

He shook his head and replied "No lady. That's not all. You stopped the car on middle of the road and started dancing in a meadow. "

My jaw dropped. I shut my eyes tightly and started moving my head side to side. Yeh kya pagalpan kiya maine Sanam ke samne? Ab to yeh dharti phat jaye and main isme sama jau, yaar!

Just when I opened my mouth to ask is the list over, he started again "No, no, no. Abhi khatm nahi hua. After that you conf-" he paused for a second, his expression saying that he was thinking something and he continued "Tum mere upar behosh ho gai!."

"Tu-Aapke upar?" I asked in awed tone. Did I really pass out on him! On Sanam Puri?! and then I frowned thinking, if I was unconscious,then how did I come here?.

"I carried you in here." He answered my unasked question.

I blinked letting his word sink in my brain he carried me? He, Sanam Puri carried me?!

"But where did you find me? Hum mile kaha?" I asked him confused. One doesn't bump with a celebrity now and then.

"Parking lot." He answered and then my brain started slideshowing some blurry images but clear enough to make me remind my deeds.

Ameera's call. Me searching for her in parking lot and crashing with Sanam. The drive with the band. The restaurant. Apple juice!

So the scenes which I thought were dream, are the things that happened last night when I was out of my senses!

He bent a little low to look into my eyes and said "Ab yaad aya?" And I nodded, deeply embarrassed of the things which I did.

"Now I remember. Tum-aapko mera naam kaise pata tha?"

"Tum, call me tum."

"Aap"

"Tum"

"Okay but answer me." I demanded.

"Call. I called you..I mean your cousin. She said your name and asked for help."

"But why will you call me or Ameera?"

"Because our phone swapped." And then I remember him explaining this when I was drunk.

"Acha.." I sighed "Where's Ameera?"

"She went."

"Went? Where? Without me?"

"Tum jaise afat ke sang rehna kaun chahega." He whispered but loud enough for me.

"Excuse me? What do you mean?" I continued "I am not an 'afat'"

"Oh really? " he moved his head sarcastically and I fell silent.

Whatever I did last night, even afat was less to describe it.

"She woke up and told Suman that she needs to go, its urgent. And she lost her phone." He informed.

"She went? Ab main kaise jaungi? I think I lost my cell and purse too." I told myself but he heard, obviously.

"No you didn't. Thankfully you didn't take it with you in the restaurant. Its still in the car."

"Oh." I sighed in relief.

"Go and get freshen up. I will take you for breakfast. Washroom is there." He pointed. I nodded and followed the direction.

I entered the washroom and closed its door. I sat on the floor recalling every moment which I can remember so far. Yes, I am embarrassed of what I did last night but I couldn't help myself with thinking that, I am with Sanam Puri. The person whom I admire for two years.

"Make it fast, Miss." He called from outside and I was out of my imagination.

"Okay." I called back and took a shower as fast as I could. It took me fifteen minutes to get done. I towel dried my hair and came out, of course in same dress.

He looked at me and said "Okay. Let's go."

"Let me comb my hair at least? " I asked him.

"Oh.Ah..sorry go ahead." And gestured me to do so.

I guess my cheeks are red because I can feel its warmth, I walk to the dressing table and combed my hair, just a simple side parted hair and allowed by curls fall freely.

"I am done." I announced.

"Okay lets go." He said and we walked together to the door. He opened it and we both collided again as we both wanted to get out of the room first.

I saw him, I was ready to say sorry again but his eyes were closed and was taking deep breath, maybe to calm himself?

I started "So-" he showed his hand dismissing me and the then using his both hand to tell me that I can go first.

Without a word I got out of the room and he locked the door behind us . We walked to the lift together. His hands inside his pocket.

Of course I kept glancing at him now and then.

"Itni chup kyu ho? Kal raat to muh band hi nahi horaha tha." He broke the silence.

In reply I just looked at him, smiling awkwardly and he chuckled "Hungry?"

"Not much." I said.

He laughed again and said "Kamal hai! Raat mein to bacho ki tarah kha rahi thi."

"Woh ..concert ke excitement mein kuch khaya hi nahi tha maine." I said without thinking and he looked at me, shaking his head and smiling.

Ah! That smile.

The lift door opened and we stepped out. I followed him to the restaurant. When we got near to the table, I face palmed mentally.

I am not ready for this.

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