Warisha's POV

So, I'm staying with The Puri Brothers for a short span of time, till the paper work of my apartment is done. Sanam was out for some work and Samar just left for something, I don't know what. So yeah.. I was alone in their house! The house which I use to see on my phone's screen, the same house about which my friends and I use plot that somehow we'll find their address and kidnap them or things like that. I smiled at those memories.

Yesterday, when Sanam brought me here, I kept on crying in front of Samar. He kept on saying that Sanam didn't want to hurt me, he just wanted me to understand his situation but Sanam's words which he said inside the lift was so harsh that I couldn't think of anything else. What did he mean when he said that I sum up story on my own without knowing the truth. Was it something related to that night?

I heaved a sigh changing channels on television. The door clicked open and it was useless to turn as the door could not be seen from where I was sitting, in his gaming area; in front of his 'mad' T.V.

It was him. As soon as he entered, he began to calls Samar's name, "Samar!" He came near where I was sitting, I turned to face him and he walked away calling his brother name again.

Mr. Akdu! Puch nahi sakta tha mujhse ke Samar kaha hai? But no! Mr. Akdu Puri ki to izzat kam hojaegi na mujhse kuch puchne se. I took a cushion and kept in on lap, focusing my attention on T.V screen. Pharne do gala! Woh nahi baat karna chahta to na kare. It's not that I'm dying to talk with him.

I took a side glance of him and he was walking towards kitchen "Yaar Samar.. Where are you?! " he called in such high pitch that I had to enlighten him "Samar nahi hai. Woh bahar gaya hai. Please chikhna band karo! " I said the last sentence in annoyed tone.

He stood behind me with water bottle "Ab tum mujhe bataogi ke mujhe MERE ghar mein kya karna hai aur kya nahi? And why didn't you tell me earlier that Samar is not here? " he questioned.

"First, don't 'Mera ghar' me. It was you who brought me here WITHOUT my will and second, you didn't ask me about Samar." I reminded him with a sarcastic smile.

He ruffled his hair after removing his cap, mumbling "Always behaving immature kid." and walked back to keep the bottle.

I frowned at his sentence "I'm not a kid! " I snapped angrily hopping from the couch, following him.

He turned with a smirk "Your action says that." He had an amused smile on his face and damn! My heart stopped right there. He removed his sun glasses and when he looked at me with his hypnotising eyes; my world stood still. He had that effect on me!

I looked away, stopping myself from getting lost in his eyes! I turned, taking two steps away from him and fisting my palms taking in a deep breath to collect my senses. Warisha Ahmed! Will you please stop behaving like a love struck teenage girl! You're a twenty-two year old grown up lady and that person is your EX! You are not supposed to look at him like that. I scolded myself.

'You can control your feeling as his ex but how can you overcome the feeling of a fangirl'- my subconscious smirked. I groaned at her mentally for being so accurate.

I flinched when I felt a pat on my shoulder "I'm talking to you."

I looked at him confusedly "What? "

He gave me an annoyed look "Main tumse baat kar raha hoon. Dhyaan kaha hai tumhara?! "

God! He was talking to me and I was lost in my own world! No wonder why he treats me this way.

"Sorry. I was just... " I shrugged "what were you talking about? " I asked.

"Just leave it." He raised his hand and walked in kitchen.

"WHATEVER! " I shouted behind his back.

"Uff! " he covered his ear.

I stood there watching him opening and examining all casseroles one by one and getting angry on finding each of it empty. After finding out that there was nothing to eat, he moved towards fridge and I informed "There's nothing to eat in there."

"Did I ask you?" He snapped.

I speed walked towards him "Oh hello! Bina puche answer na karu toh problem aur agar karu to usme bhi problem? " I stood in front of him, keeping my hands on my waist.

He smiled at me sweetly and it happened again. I lost myself in him, his smile, the way his eyes twinkles when he smiles; everything about him.

"You know what? " he asked softly.

My eyes were lost in his, "What?"

His sweet smile was replaced by a crook one as he barked "You are my problem! "

My jaws hung open. Do this man doesn't even think before speaking that his words may hurt the other person.

I looked down, choosing to remain quiet I turned away. My eyes closed in reflex when his honey sweet voice called my name "Warisha? "

After such a long time he had called my name like this, with care & love. Not angrily or snapping or to count my mistakes. My lips curved a little "Hmm? "

"Tumne kuch khaya? " he asked

"Nahi... " I replied in low voice and began to walk.

"Kyu nahi? It's three-thirty (pm). " the anger was back in his voice but it had his care behind it. Itna to jaanti hoon tumhe.

I turned to face him saying "I was w...." but dropped my sentence in between and began with "I mean Samar and I were waiting for you."

He raised his eyebrows questioningly "Umm.. Well. Wait karne se behtar tha kuch bana leti." He mocked.

I wanted to snap at him but instead I giggled, replying "We weren't waiting to eat with you. Samar said it's your turn to cook today as yesterday Samar did his turn." I reminded and pointed towards the cooking area "All yours."

He exhaled angrily "It's your turn today! Parso mera turn tha, kal Samar ka; So today, it's yours. Hmm? " he smiled and walked passed me.

I stuck my tongue out "Main koi khana-wana nahi bana rahi. It's your turn." I crossed him.

I felt a firm but gentle grip on my wrist and was pulled toward him. He held my hand close to his chest and I kept looking at him with my eyes wide open "Whatcha doing man? "

"You're going to cook; and that's final." He stated.

I frowned "No. And haath choro mera... " I started confidently but lost all when my words brought some memories. "Okay fine. I'll cook." I agreed.

He smirked letting my hands free "Good. All yours." He repeated my action.

I rolled my eyes walking towards were all ration was kept. "Khana kya tumhe? "

"Jo bhi tum bana sako. Khane laik."

"At least help to karo... " I frowned at Sanam who was leaning against wall.

"What help?" He asked casually.

I looked around unsurely "Uh.... How about... Peeling vegetables.. Hmm? "

He shrugged taking his space beside me "Kaunsi sabzi? "

"Aloo?"

"Kuch dhang ka banau yaar... Kya aloo ki sabzi bana rahi hoon." He complained.

"Acha?" I said with a bright but fake smile "Toh tumhi bolo kya khana hai tumhe? " I asked politely.

He looked at me casually, "Hmm... Ah, how about, Kheer and-"

I gave him an amused expression "Ohh... Toh Sanam Puri ko kheer khani hai? " I asked and he nodded, I continued sweetly "Main kya tumhe naye-naveli dulhan lagti ho jo apne shaadi ki dusre din kheer banaegi? " (Do I look-like a newly-wed bride to you who is going to cook sweet dish on second day of her wedding? )

"Ab mujhe kheer khane ke liye tumse shaadi karne padegi?!" He exclaimed.

"What? Maine aisa kab kaha?"

"Abhi bola."

I exhaled to calm myself "You know what? " I faced him "Tum jao yaha se. Main... Main khud kar lungi."

He smiled happily, "Great! " but instead of walking out, he stood leaning on island. I didn't want to argue with him so, I began to look for flour, because I really didn't had any idea where all things were kept.

After not getting what I need, I turned and gasped, "What the hell!" When I saw him standing in front of me "You scared me!"

"Sorry.. Not sorry." He brought his hands up which was holding a medium steel container.

"Yeh kya hai? "

"Aata? Lo.. " he offered.

I smiled sweetly "Thanks... But no thanks." I pushed it back to him.

"Wasn't it this for what you were looking for? " he asked tagging along.

"No... I was looking for maida! " I showed him when I got that.

"Oh.. Kay. " he shrugged keeping the container aside.

I put the needed amount of flour in a bowl and asked him to peel the veggies without uttering a single word. While preparing the dough, I kept on glancing at Sanam once in while. He was looking so cute while doing the chore. I was so into looking at him that accidentally, I poured some extra water into the bowl. Shit!

I looked at him, he was still busy with veggies thankfully, so he didn't notice my blunder! I tried to make it even by adding some extra flour and both my hands got covered with batter on one and flour on other and to make it worse, out of no where; like some typical Desi serial my hair started disturbing me. Ughh!

I'm going to chop you. I swear! I groaned internally to my hair.

"Ahhh! What are you doing?! " I shouted at Sanam who was pointing the knife at me. "Batter me pani zyada hogaya to kya jaan leloge meri? Ya phir tumhe--" dekhne k liye, which I wasn't able to complete as he kept his finger on my lips "Ekdum chup."

I blinked and he swiftly settled my hair with tHAT KNIFE! IS HE NUTS!!

"Tum woh apne haathon se bhi kar sakte the! Knife se lag jati mujhe to??!! " I asked him wide eyed.

Resuming with the veggies he said "Yeh kya kisi T.V show ka romantic scene chal raha hai? Kuch bhi... I don't touch girls like that." He said proudly.

"Acha? You can touch my lips but not my hair. Wow! What a theory! " I taunted and then I wanted to rip my own throat after seeing his reaction

Kuch bhi bolti hai Warisha tu.

I looked away, resuming with my task as well and so did my hair. "Ugh! " I tried to settle it but then... He kept the knife aside and pulled me near himself. I forgot to breathe. My heartbeat sped up spontaneously. He gently brushed it off my face with his fingers this time. A thousand volt electric spark was igniting when his skin touched mine.

This guy is my death! I gulped nervously looking in his eyes. Why are you so perfect? Why Mr. Puri, why? Why can't I just forget about you? You still care for me. I can see that, then why do you have to put your 'Akdu' phase on. Can we just forgive and forget? Just tell me once that you are sor-

"Done." He left me in a jerk, pulling me out of my thoughts that I was caught off guarded. Done with what? I thought confusedly. And then I realized that my hair was tied messily with his handkerchief so that it doesn't fall on my face. Shit! I was so engrossed with him that I didn't even notice all this happening.

I murmured a thanks and soon both of us were done with our work. I put the flames on gas and kept the utensils to heat up while making the puris' bread.

"You look after this sabzi. Main puri fry kar leta hoon? " he suggested. I nodded exchanging our place.

I was stirring the sabzi when he puts a puri in oil to fry and accidentally some drops of oil from pan fell on back of my palm. Though it wasn't much but the random contact of heat with my skin makes me shout "Ah! Mummy! " I gasped throwing the spatula which I was holding.

"Oh God! Shit! I'm sorry! " he said in reflex holding my hand, blowing his cold breath as he examined it. "I'm really sorry. I don't know mer-" (A/N- I don't know.. Mere dhyaan kahi aur tha.)

"It's okay Sanam... It's bearable.. Zyada nahi hai.. " I said softly, pulling my hands off from his, focussed enough to not to meet his eyes. Because his touch was more burning for me than that of the actual burn.

I cannot stand him this close to me and act like its not effecting me, cause trust me, it is. It hurts me to see him near me and not able to hold him, it hurts when he holds my hand but I'm not able to keep my hand over his. It hurts to accept that from everything we ended up to nothing.

I was about to get back with cooking but he put off the flame of both burners "Sanam.."

"Shut up! " he snapped holding my hand and walking me towards basin.

"Sanam kuch bhi nahi hai... "

He didn't listen to any of my words as he let the cold water flow on my skin from the tap. I closed my eyes to overcome the burning-ticklish sensation.

After that he wiped my hand with soft towel very gently. "Sanam... Yeh kuch nahi hai." I said again as we walked out from kitchen to hall.

"I know kuch bhi nahi hai." He said in monotone making me sit and then looking in drawers for something.

"Then yeh sab kyu kar rahe ho? " I asked angrily on his 'not caring attitude ' which he tried to show when his care and panic was awfully visible.

"So that you don't blame me ke yeh mere wajah se hua." He sat on his knee in front of me with an ointment in his hand. I snatched it from me "Don't worry. I won't blame you! " I spat.

He took it back, opening it and applying on the my now normal skin, cause literally that sprinkles were nothing.

"You still care for me Sanam." I said in heavy voice, feeling choked from holding back tears I continued, "I can see that." But he pretended not to listen anything.

"Why are you doing this Sanam." I pleaded.

"I'm doing nothing special for you. Tumhare jagah koi bhi hota, tab bhi main yahi karta. I care for every living being, okay? " he said in angry tone.

Stopping myself from shedding tears in front of, I nodded mumbling a "Okay." And I stood up walking to their spare room, which was supposedly mine for this period.

I sat on bed staring at space. Even my tears denied to give me company. I was lost. Lost when the person who is whole world to me was under the same roof.

The door clicked open and I saw him coming with a tray of food.

"Mujhe nahi khana." I tried to dismiss it that exact moment but as always, he ignored my words walking in and keeping the tray of food in front of me.

"Itni mehnat se banaya hai dono ne, khalo. " it was more as a order. I looked at him and then other side. Letting him know that I am not interested to eat. But then my eyes travelled to the small bite which he was holding near my month "please." He added.

I saw my Sanam with me after a long time, an immediate smile found its way on my face after seeing his twinkling eyes. I opened my mouth and he made me eat the first bite of the food cooked by us.

"Tum? " I asked like a five year old. He showed his palm to me, signing me to wait and then he prepared a bite of food and raised it to show me and then he ate it, nodding and giving me a look of 'Ab khush? '

And I nodded with a smile which said 'Haa khush.'

We ate our lunch together in silence. All during this while neither he looked at me nor did he make any attempt to start any conversation. Even I didn't do that. I kept on thinking my day like some roller coaster of emotions with him; which began with silly fights, his bossy phase, then some cute moment, his akdu phase again, his hidden care and now... I don't know what except for I can never stop loving him. Ever.

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