I was watching my favorite Anime, One Piece when Samar bursted in from the door whistling.

I paused the video turning to him "Uh ho.. Hoothon pe siti. Kaha se araha hai? " I wiggled my brows at him.

He jiggled the keys and kept it on table saying "Warisha ko see off karke."

Did I hear right? Warisko ko...

"What? " I blurted.

He took his seat beside me playing cool just to test my patience. Samar!

"Told you na. Warisha ko See off karne gaya tha."

"Kaha? "

"She is going back to Kolkata."

Hearing this my mind jilted "What? She can't!"

"Why? " Samar questioned.

"What why? She can't leave like that and why didn't you tell me when you left to see her? " I asked angrily.

Samar shrugged his shoulder "Why are you getting angry? Tu usse baat nahi karta to tujhe kaise pata hoga?"

"What do mean by 'baat nahi karta'? Karo ya na karu.. She must tell me about something like this! What about her upcoming recordings?"

" Cancelled? " Samar said calmly.

I exhaled briefly "Where is she now, Her apartment? "

"Uhmm..nahi...woh to usne khali kar diya. I helped her to do so. Parking me shayad or must have left for airport." Samar said unsurely.

"This girl!" I said under my breath and shutting the laptop I hurried towards door.

"Kaha jaa raha hai..! " Samar called.

Puch to aise raha hai jaise pata nahi hai!

When I got out from my building and was nearing to parking, I saw her approaching towards the cab. I jogged there, as she opened the cab's door, I slapped it closed.

"What the... !" She snapped but after seeing that's its me she said my name softly "Sanam."

"Samaan wapas nikalo." I said firmly.

She looked at me confusedly "What?"

"I said, Samaan wapas nikalo."

"Sanam.. I'm getting late for my flight. Hatho samne se."

"You are not going anywhere! " I announced. "Dickie kholo.. " I commanded to the driver of cab.

"Sanam... Nahi bhaiya! Don't open." she said impatiently.

"Bhaiya Kholo." I said again walking to get her luggage out. She followed me. The confused driver finally chose to follow my words.

"Sanam! Kya kar rahe ho? " She said in panicked voice holding my arms to stop me from taking her luggage out.

"Tum kahi nahi jarahi." I took one of the luggage out.

"Sanam mujhe jaana hai! You're no one stop me! " She snapped.

I kept the luggage down "Yes I am! I can stop you. You cannot go away like this." I blurted.

She kept looking at me for few seconds and then simply asked "Why? Who are you to stop me?" Her eyes were soft.

I looked at her. Who am I to her? Her love.. No... I broke up with her but did that stop her from loving me? Ugh Sanam... Kya soch raha hai? I shook all those thought out from my mind.

What should I do now? You don't think before speaking Sanam! Come up with something.

"You have a signed a contract and according to that. You cannot leave while ongoing projects."

Phew! Thank God for reminding me about that.

"I know but-"

"But you're going and you cannot do that. You cannot cancel those recordings !"

"Madam aapko jaana hai ya nahi? " the driver asked.

"Haa-"

I interrupted her "Nahi bhaiya, aap jau. Yaha kisi ko kahi nahi jaana."

The annoyed driver started the engine murmuring words to himself which I don't really care. Warisha stood there confused and bewildered.

"What was that? " she asked angrily.

"Tum recording cancel karke kahi nahi jaa sakti." I said in serious tone.

"I haven't cancelled any recording, its postponed! " she enlightened.

I was getting more annoyed. Instead of accepting her mistake for going against contract, she was arguing with me.

"And who postponed it? " I asked her mockingly.

She frowned at me as she answered "Samar."

I flashed a smile "Well.. I am handling the project and its me who can decide that the recordings can be postponed or not!"

"No... The project is handled by SANAM- The Band, not Sanam Puri! So Samar can do that! "

"But I'm doing it you know that already! "

"Yeah I know." She said as a fact "You guys divided the project but still..Samar or any other can decide anything and Forget about that! The main point, you cannot stop me like this! "

She is right. I cannot stop her like this. How can I just get so... immature and behave like this.

"Whatever. News flash, you are not going anywhere for next six months due to your upcoming projects and the Concert Tour. Now pick up your luggage and head back to your apartment." I commanded before turning to walk again.

How can she manage to go up with her luggage? My mind questioned, hinting me that I should help her but then a voice called again Agar luggage yaha le aa sakti hai to wapas bhi leja sakti hai.

"Oh hello! " she jogged and stood in front me. "Look. You accept it or not but my schedule is postponed and I am going back and no one is stopping me." She announced keeping her hand over her waist.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to take her luggage. She ran crossing me and kept her hand over mine which was holding the handle "Sanam choro! Kya kar rahe ho?! " she struggled to loose my grip over the luggage.

" Your recordings are not postponed but proponed." I smiled sarcastically.

She gaped at this information "You cannot do that! "

"I can." I said dragging her luggage with me.

She speed walked "You cannot boss around like this! " she complained.

I looked at her flashing an annoying smile "I can."

"Mera Samaan wapas do." She tried to pull the bag from me.

"Warisha, will you stop behaving like an annoying kid."

"Will you stop being bossy! " she retorted pulling the luggage with full force and I let it go. "Kaha le jaa rahe the mera samaan? "

"Tumhare ghar?" I said faking surprised.

"I don't have any ghar." She said dryly.

I looked at her "what? What happened to your apartment? "

"It wasn't my apartment." She pointed "Ameera's company allotted her that flat and now that she decided to stay back in Kolkata so... " she heaved a sigh "I.. am homeless." She announced.

"All this happened and you didn't bother to share it with me? " I asked her.

She didn't say a word, instead she kept digging the soil with her shoe. I shook my head heaving a sigh and pulled her luggage.

"Sanam, Kya kar rahe ho? " she asked walking by my side.

"Suman k ghar le jaa rahu."

"Suman di? But why? " she asked like a stupid person.

What could be the reason other than she doesn't have any other place to go.

"To kya mere ghar jaana hai? "

She scowled "Mujhe na tumhare ghar jaana hai na Suman di ke! Mera luggage do mujhe! "

"Look Warisha, I have many other important things to do than wasting my time here."

She gaped bringing her eyebrows together and narrowing her eyes at me "Then go and do your important things na! Go and watch One Piece or play Final Fantasy. Who has asked you to WASTE your time on me. Huh? "

How did she know I was watching anime? Because she know you too well Sanam.

Instead of replying anything I started to walk towards my building and she followed because I was taking her luggage with me.

"Sanam, are you mad? Meri flight hai! Sanam! Sanam mera samaan do! " She kept on calling and trying but I didn't care and I entered in the lift. She got in as well "Why are you doing this Sanam? " She screamed being annoyed when the door closed.

"Because you have signed a contract." I replied in monotone.

She closed her eyes inhaling deeply "That contract is between me and the label. It has nothing to do with you! "

"Yes it has! You are under my friend's agency and I won't like his company to suffer because of people like you! "

"People like me? What do you mean by that? " she asked timidly. Her eyes having the pain in it. I rolled my eyes leaning sidewise on wall instead of replying her but it didn't stop her. She asked again "Will you please explain Sanam, that what kind of person I am according to you? "

I approached towards her, she flinched as her back touched the wall of the lift and I kept my one hand over her shoulder beside her head, looking in her eyes I said in hushed voice, emphasizing my every word "According to me, you are an who thinks that whatever she think and do is right and everybody else is just being bossy and selfish. You're impulsive, restless and hypocrite person who see things and sums up the story for it without knowing the reason behind. Who.. " I stopped in between when I saw tears pooling in her eyes. I looked down stepping back from her.

What's wrong with me? Why can't I control my anger.. my emotions when I am around her. I made her cry again! What am I doing? What is doing to me? Urgh!

The lift door beeped open and I got out with her luggage but she was still standing inside leaning on the wall. I called her once but it didn't made her bulge. I sighed as I held her wrist. She looked at her hand and then at me. I pulled her gently as we walked from corridor to my apartment. She didn't say a word all through that period. I opened the door and entered my apartment.

Samar walked in hall from kitchen. He looked at me and raised his brows questioningly when he noticed Warisha with me. She jerked her hand off my grip and ran to Samar, hugging him tightly.

"Hey.. Hey.. " Samar wrapped his arm around her patting her head. I just stood there looking at them as Samar held her in his arms and she went on crying.

"Warisha.. Kya hua? " he asked her in panic while rubbing her back to calm her. She shook her head indicating a no.

He looked at me over her shoulder "Phir ro kyu rahi ho? " he asked her gently while his expression asked me 'tune kuch kaha?

I shrugged my shoulder and then I walked up to my room, leaving them behind.

I stood near the window looking out at the sight-

I didn't say anything that she's crying like this... Or did I? She only wanted to know what I think about her and I answered her honestly but was my action right? I shouldn't have reacted like that but neither did she had to, after that party. She could have asked me about it instead of thinking that I betrayed her. If she was right that day for thinking that I betrayed her then so is my anger to her because she never let me tell her my part of the story. She believed what she saw that day but never for once asked me or let her know what actually happened.

Why Risha? Why didn't you hear my words before reacting like that and thinking all those things. Why? Why you thought that I don't love you. Did I fail to make you feel loved or show my feelings for youbthat lead you to think and feel like that? Was it my mistake? I guess it was. It was me. It was me.

You didn't loose me, I lost you. I made you feel like that. I made you feel that you are not important to me. That you are not my love.