"Explain."

I was stunned, frozen, my heart rate was going crazy. I felt a huge lump in my throat. Seeing an angry brother in front of you and holding a newspaper which had a picture of Sanam and me kissing on road. It was blurry and of course taken secretly.

"Warisha?" my brother called again.

"Bhai...yeh..." I stared at the paper in my hand.

"Zee, leave it --"

"Ameera, you stay out of it. What the hell is this, Warisha."

Were the movie stars dead or what that this newspapers chose Sanam and me as their big news.

"Warisha, I need a damn answer! Speak up." He shouted making me flinch.

"Bhai, you know that I have always loved him..." I said in small voice bringing myself in sitting position.

"Warisha! This is not your fantasy world where everything will happen the way you want it to happen! and this..." he snatched the paper showing it to me "is a prove."

"You need to grow up. You are no more a teenage girl who crushes over a celebrity. We don't have any problem with you loving someone but Sanam? How could you?"

"Why--"

"Mom dad kya sochenge after seeing this? They trusted you! And Ameera you knew it all along but didn't you feel the need to stop it?!" He spat at us angrily.

"Zee! We all have chosen are partner then why are you freaking out if she did the same?" Ameera countered "Just because her status is headline doesn't mean she did something wrong! She didn't break anyone's trust!"

He gave me a disapproving look before leaving my room. I was stuck on my place, my eyes on the newspaper. "Why the hell this needed to happen today? Sanam was already not in a good mood yesterday and now this." I moved my both hand over my hair.

Ameera pulled me in a hug "Stay calm."

"I need to call Sanam." I said with disoriented thought. She passed me my phone and I called him but he didn't answer. "He is not picking up my call."

"Samar ko try kar.."

I nodded dialing Samar's number and he answered. "Hey Warisha..how are you? Sanam told be about your injury."

I think he doesn't know anything about it yet.

"Ah..yeah, it's better now. Um..Sanam kaha hai?

"Woh so raha hai. Kal raat bhar he was playing video games. Bohout hi stressed lag raha tha."

"Samar....There's a problem.." I mumbled.

"Warisha...everything is okay na? Why are you sounding so upset?" he was sounding worried himself.

"Just see the newspaper ...you'll know." I said while biting my nail.

"Acha wait..." he replied, probably while walking to get the newspaper. "Hai kya...what?" he gasped.

"Warisha?! How could you two be so careless..."

"Samar...you don't the.. the situation behind --"

"Of course I know! It all happened all because of that..." he paused.

"Because of what Samar?" I asked him to continue .

"Nothing...don't worry about it. We'll manipulate the picture. Waise bhi it's nothing. Stay calm okay?" he tried to make me normal but my mind was not thinking about the news anymore.

"Samar. I don't give a damn about this paper. You were saying something, what is it Samar... I know it's something ..please ."

Somewhere I feel that the reason behind Sanam's behavior is Natasha. I cannot forget how his eyes wandered on her.

"Warisha..I think Sanam is up. I'll call you okay? And don't worry." he assured me again. I nodded "um...yeah. Bye."

"Bye."

Ameera helped me to get out from my room. Bhai and Shanu were surfing through T.V channels and most of the entertainment news channel were showing Me in Sanam's arms picture.

I was really embarrassed in front of my whole family. I have the freedom to live my life the way I want but when your kissing pictures with your boyfriend is making entertainment headlines. That's not something to be proud of.

"Nashta karle. You have to take your medicine." Bhai said handling me a plate of toast.

"Cheer up, Risha. Aisa nahi hai that hum logo mein se kisine apne partner ko kiss nahi kiya." Shanu said in light manner making us smile.

"Mom's on call." Bhai said putting the phone on speakers.

"Ammi...--"

"Warisha I don't want to listen anything! The pictures are saying everything. Your papa and I want to know that do you really love him. Of course you do! But do he love you?" My mom asked me and I was just staring at Ameera.

"We love each other..mom." I said truthfully.

"What's your name?" she asked and I knew where this was going.

"Warisha"

"Your full name please?"

"Wa..Warisha Ahmed."

"And he is?"

"Sanam Puri." I said, tears started pooling in my eyes.

"Log kya kehenge? Do you know how our people is going to react on this?"

"People?" I cried.

"I know that you and Ameera are living in a total different world compared to us but we are still living with the same society, Warisha. We always knew that you love him but we didn't know that you'd forget the difference between your fantasy and reality."

"You are saying all this because of our caste and culture mom?" I hid my face with my both hand.

"Yes I am, Warisha. You don't have any idea how your Papa and I will have to answer people."

"Why will you have to answer those people mom? Who are they? They are just people but I am your daughter, mom."

"Yes, you are our daughter and we want your happiness."

"He is my happiness, mom."

"Zeeshan, Shanu. It's time for family gathering. Bring your sisters back." and the call was disconnected.

"I am so sorry, Ameera." I apologised to her and with stumbling legs I went inside my room and locking the door behind I layed on my bed crying my heart out. Because of me, Ameera has to suffer too.

"Sanam please pick up the call." I said in low voice, holding my phone to my ears I walked to my window, looking out from it I saw him standing there and staring straight at my direction.

I signed him, asking him to answer my call. He shoved his hand inside his pocket and brought his phone to his ear "Bolo..." his voice was small but normal. For him it was only about mine and his relationship status going public but he didn't know that this news has brought my world upside down.

I closed my eyes after listening his voice "Sanam.." I cried "yeh kya horaha hai? This wasn't suppose to happen."

"It's over."

"NO!"

"what happened? Warisha?" Ameera looked at me with concerned and panic in her eyes. I blinked a number of time and realized that it was only a nightmare.

"Wari... you're sweating like hell."

"Newspaper?"

"Newspaper? Hum kabse newspaper padhne lage?" She asked me confused and then she frowned at "Now what UNIQUE dream have you seen?"

Don't you dare to open your mouth! This stupid dream is not applicable for sharing !

"What time is it?"

"9:30...why?" she asked while folding my blanket.

"Nothing." I was taking breaths to calm myself. If a dream about losing him makes me this, I don't even wanna think....no, that's never going to happen. I shook my head to clear off those thought.

"Tu theek to hai? Why are you behaving like a psychopath?" Ameera gave me a frowning look.

"Breakfast?" I asked to skip her questions, she told me to wait for five minutes and went out from my room. Quickly I picked my phone and dialed Sanam's number.

He didn't answer the call, twice. With scared feelings I called Samar and he said:

"Sanam? He was with you, right?"

"Yes, he was...but he dropped me here and left for home." I panicked. His yesterday's mood, my dream and now, his absence were making me crazy. "Woh kaha ja sakta hai?"

"Warisha don't worry. He must be with Keshav, let me call--"

"No! you won't call. I'll call him." I said disconnecting the call and quickly dialing Keshav's number "Hello K.D?"

"Shorty, what's up?"

Everything is upside down.

"Is Sanam with you?"

"Uh....haa..haa is with me why?" I sensed a bit of hesitation in his voice and thought that he is lying.

"Is he really with you?"

"Yes, he is in bathroom. Leave him by himself for at least that period, Warisha." He laughed. "You have your recording today, remember?"

"I do..."

"Acha lo...he is here. Sanam, Shorty!" There was a wizzy kind of noise, must have passed his phone or threw.

"Warisha?" he said and I closed my eyes, relaxing after listening his voice "Sanam...."

"What happened?" he asked.

"Just a..." no! you can't share it! "a..I am going Kolkata."

Kolkata? WHAT THE HELL I SAID?

"Why?"

"It's been long. I want to see everyone and now that bhai is here too..so just."

Yeah...maybe being with my family will help to keep this stupid dreams and thoughts out for sometime.

"Yeah..okay. So, kab jana hai?"

"After completing this week's schedule."

"How's your foot by the way?"

"Much better."

After talking with him and having my breakfast I was feeling much better. I told bhai about going with him back home and Ameera volunteered too and then:

"You and Sanam are dating...aren't you?" Bhai asked raising his brow and confident that he already know the answer. I thought for a while and realized it's useless to deny or lie. Today or tomorrow, they will find out and I don't want my dream type of reaction.

I nodded in reply. "Yes bhai, we are."

"Just be sure you don't have any regret later. We always want you happy and being with him...you have to face difficulties. You know what I mean right?"

"Of course."

He caressed my cheek with a smile, pulling me in a brotherly hug. "Best of luck, sisso. Just remember fairytales are only tales." He kissed the crown of my head.

"Chal... I've a presentation today. Gotta leave." He said taking a hold on his files.

"I thought you were on leave." I mocked. He smile and left with Shanu. After sometime Ameera dropped me at Studio and went to her office. I completed my job there and the week passed smoothly. SANAM were out of country for their concert so, we didn't meet before leaving.

Spending time with my family was super amazing. Mom and dad were more than happy as bhai and me, both of us were back.

Mom, Ameera's mom, bhabhi, me and Ameera were sitting together, talking and 'watching' T.V and then aunty rose a topic which just spoiled MY environment.

"Yeah, her daughter married a bengali..."

"So what maa? They love each other that's the main thing no." Ameera quickly added.

"Ameera, love and all is okay but society --"

"What society mom?" Ameera said in a frustrated tone. She knew that how this topic is killing my mood.

"Aunty, society and all...They'll talk about them for a day or two and then won't even remember their name. Bolne ke liye to sab ate but when its time to help and all, saare ke saare andhe." Bhabhi added.

"You all youngsters na..deen-duniya ki koi parwah nahi."

"Zakiya, chor ye sab baatein." My mom shook her head.

"What if I marry a non-Muslim ?" I said in between. Ready for the rants. Everyone looked at me with a frown except for Ameera.

"What kind of question is this, Warisha?"

"Simple mom." I shrugged.

"Every parents wants their children to be happy and if that person is able to give my child her happiness, then I don't have any problem." she said with a smile "Jodis are made in heaven right? And if we are going to match the class, caste, etc. then what will heaven do?" she laughed and Ameera gave me a thumbs up.

"And by the way...I know that you are dating Sanam."

I looked at her with shock plastered on my face "Mom...?"

"You love him since you were fifteen, and now that you are spending most of your time with him, it isn't hard to guess you know?"

"Don't do anything that makes you suffer. We have always put your happiness before everything and we know what Sanam means to you." She held my hand saying, "We can look over anything for your happiness but we cannot see a drop of tear in your eyes, Warisha. You don't know how much we love you."

"Ammi... " I smiled with teary eyes, hugging her tightly; "I love you too, ammi. Thank you for everything you all did for me, for supporting my dreams, my passion, and now... For accepting my love."

"Anything for you." She ruffled my hair.

After our emotional breakdown I told mom about everything that happened three years ago and she didn't have any option other than to believe it. Of course I told her the censored version. (wink)

"As Zeeshan said, your bad luck works for you. " She chuckled.

I bobbed my head and walked to my room. I took my phone and saw that SANAM were live. Seeing this notification I jumped in excitement. No matter what, aaj bhi fangirl wali harkate zinda hai.

I was staring and sinking in the magic of his voice, carrying a huge smile on my face and commenting like any other fan. The video ended in ten minutes, making me frown.

Itna short video! humph!

He was looking so damn handsome in his all black attire! I wish I was able to see him and listen to him right now.

Well, two more days and we'll be back together.

That night I spent with my friends, partying and roaming on roads. Beating Ayaan after years was really fun. They all knew that Sanam and I were dating, was it very obvious to guess? I though but neither I confirmed their doubt nor denied.

A/N- Hello!!!!

So, how was this chappie? Don't kill me for that dream sequence.

Actually, that wasn't supposed to be a dream but reality. But that was turning veryyyyy dramatic. And it's Fantasy yaar!

Life me dramo ki kami hai jo yaha bhi? 😛😛

Enjoy this fantasy for more 4-5 chapter. After that..... 😞😞😞😞

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P.S- working on my Sautan's love story 😉😉