A/N- See the video now get the emotion later!!!!

I love RanDeep or Deepbir wtv you call it and YJHD is favouritest (ik that it isn't proper word 😝) movie!

All all you gotta do is imagine SaSha like this !

Okay! Here you go!

"What the hell you did?! " I screamed.

He looked at me confusedly, "What? "

"Why did you close the door?! " I asked him horrified.

He rolled his eyes keeping the bottle on table, "You're behaving like some 90s heroines and making me look like villain who is going to take your advantage. Huh. "

"What?! " I groaned and his pathetic line. "Pagal ho kya?! Ab hum bahar kaise jayenge? " I asked him.

"Darwaze se? "

I folded my arms over my chest, "Acha? Zara dikhana to kaise. " I asked him.

He looked at me as if I have lost my mind because he was unknown to the lock fact. He shrugged his shoulder stretching his hand to reach the knob and unlock the door. He knitted his eyebrows together moving his hand left to right.

I smiled mockingly and he turned just to find the broken knob. "What?! "

"Exactly. "

"Pehle kyu nahi bataya mujhe? "

"Pehle? Tumne mauka hi kab diya? You just barged in closing the door! "

I walked to the door, "Hathon! " I pushed him aside and began the bang the door and calling for help, "Hello?! Koi hai?! Hello?! "

I called for help with my all might but it seemed useless.

"What are you doing? " he snapped.

I gave him a cold glare, "Can't you see? I'm calling for help! "

He walked normally towards chair and sat on it calmly. I looked at him agrily. What a jerk! Instead of helping me he is sitting on chair like some Shehensha! Ignoring him I resumed my work again, "Hello? Koi sun raha hai? We are stuck in here! Hello?"

"Sabke sab behre hogaye hai lagta hai. " I mumbled kicking the door.

"!!!!!"

"Will you shut up?! " Sanam barked.

"Not until I am out from here! "

"Shut up or I have other ways too! "

I turned looking at him wide eyed. "Excuse me?! What do you mean! "

I remember him saying this when we were stuck in tower. I know what his 'other ways' are. And here we are again, stuck in this room!

"Room me purse chorne ke liye bola tha but lagta hai tum apna dimaag chor ayi waha. "

Narrowing my eyes angrily I hissed, "What? "

"Agar dimaag rehta to itna to pata hota that recording rooms in here are soundproof. " he reminded. "Use some brain if you HAVE and stop screaming like a maniac! "

Damn! Once again I successfully made a fool of myself in front of him. Wow!

I was thinking a way to come back again and I did, "Tumhare pass to dimaag hai na? Then make a call to someone and ask them to get us out from here. "

"Believe me.. As much as I want to do that but I can't. "

"Why? " I questioned.

"Because I forgot my phone in car. " he informed.

"Khud ka phone sambhala nahi jata and mujhe taunt karte hai. " I mumbled.

"Excuse me? " he raised his brows and I smiled, "You're excused."

"Tumhare pass to phone hai na. Tum khud karlo. " he suggested but rudely.

I stuck my tongue at him when wasn't looking towards me and then I began to look for my phone inside my bag.

Phone holder.. Not there. First zip.. Not here as well. Second.. Yaha bhi nahi. Where the hell is my phone?! I began to search for it impatiently and then I remembered. Shit! I left it on table of previous room and because of Sanam I forgot to keep it in my bag. Damn!

"Kya hua? Phone nahi mil raha? " he asked with a smirk.

I stood straight, "Ah.. Nahi.. Woh mera phone dead hogaya hai. " I lied. Because just seconds ago I taunted him for forgetting his cell and if he came to know that I did same then he surely would not left this chance to mock again.

"Oh... " he said deeply, "So your phone is with you only. Then whose phone is this? I thought its yours. "

I looked at him and saw him holding my phone. Mera phone uske pass kaise?! Oh yeah, he got back there. Uff! Great! He got a another chance to mock.

"Acha! Dekho agar tumhe mujhe kuch sunana hai to baad me suna lena, abhi please phone do because I want to get out from here. "

And to my surprise, he handed me my phone the next second. Wah!

I took the phone from him and pressed the lock button but the screen didn't light up. I frowned doing that twice.. Thrice.. No!

"You know what?" He started walk around me in circle, "Though you were trying to lie but it seems that your phone didn't want you to be liar. "

"Even gadgets are loyal to me compared to humans." I smiled looking at him and keeping the phone inside my bag.

"Sarcasm. Wow! " he commented.

"You always get what I mean. "

He smiled mockingly, "I do."

Stupid phone ko bhi abhi off hona tha?! Ab mujhe Sanam k saath is room me tab tak rehna padega jabtak koi yaha ana decide nahi karta.

I looked at him with a child like expression on my face and then sat on table leaving chair for him.

He started to walk around the room, examining the instruments and my eyes followed him wherever he moved. He then picked up a guitar and checking it from every angle he fixed the strap around his neck and stood leaning on wall. I kept looking at him with curious eyes but I didn't ask him anything as it was obvious that he was going to play something.

With the first chord only I knew what song it was. Lag jaa gale. I took in a deep breath to control myself from tearing up. Because this song reminds of that night and then his words echoes in my ear reminding me that it was a payback.

I looked at his figure playing the tune with closed eyes and I questioned him. Why you did this to me? If you wanted me to get out from your life you could have done it easily but why you chose to destroy my all beautiful memories and tag our love as a payback Sanam? I know that it's a lie but still those words kill me. Because the person who spoke those words were you and you are important to me.

I wiped the tears from my eyes before it could fall. When I looked at him, I saw that his cheeks were wet with tears. He was crying. But why?

"Why are you crying? "

He stopped playing the guitar and met my eyes, then wiped his cheeks from back of his hand in surprise as if he didn't know that he was crying, "Ah.. This song always gets me. That's all. " he answered, keeping the guitar aside. I nodded reply and lowered my gaze.

"Why were you crying? " he asked me.

"I.. I wasn't crying. " I lowered my gaze. He chuckled listening this, "why are you lying, Warisha? "

Holding back my tears and gulping the lump in my throat I stood up saying, "okay. If you really want to know that why I was crying then listen. The song that you were playing reminded me about the most beautiful moment of my life which you destroyed by labeling it as a payback." Taking small steps towards him I said, "Calling my first kiss as a payback and why not? It was my first kiss, our first kiss; it was special for me but not for you because you are my first and only, and I was your one of many as you said. "

I closed my eyes and a drop of tear escaped from it. He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I gasped holding my breath and trying to push him away, "what are you doing? Leave me..! " I choked.

He twirled pinning me on wall but still in his embrace, "I did say that you are special to me. " he whispered close to my face, wiping my tears from his thumb My eyes were looking down and I was trying hard to be strong but I was at my edge. His touch, his closeness were making me weak.

Feel special because you were the longest that I dated.

I looked into his eyes seeking for some answers, "Did you really mean everything that you said that day, Sanam? "

Please tell me that you didn't. Please.

"What do you think? " he whispered holding my face in his palm.

"You didn't. Everything that you said was lie. "

"Then think whatever you want. "

I nodded looking down because I know what I think. He made me look up and my breath was caught in my throat. His deep intense eyes were doing its job as always- hypnotising me. "So, do you hate me now? " he asked in whisper.

Looking into his eyes I shook my head in reply and said a no in voice which was barely audible.

"Why? Why?! " his voice had pain and his eyes looking helpless yet angry.

"You already know. "

"But I have done enough bad to you. I have hurt you then why not? "

"Your enough has a limit but my infinite doesn't."

"So good with your words, huh? "

"So bad with your feelings for me, huh? "

"Shut up."

"What if I don't? You won't be able to fake your hate for long? " I provoked.

"Stop it, Warisha."

"I haven't even started anything yet, then what should I stop?"

He groaned moving away from me and hitting his fist on table angrily making me flinch.

"Stop hurting yourself." I called again, "by hurting me. " I whispered.

Suddenly the room blacked out and I gasped looking up. Though I couldn't see anything but still my eyes wandered around the room. I was scared. Very scared.

Taking tiny steps ahead I whispered his name with my trembling lips, "Sanam." But there was no response.

Tears were pooling in my eyes and I continued to call his name, "Sanam, where are you?" But he chose to remain quiet. The darkness was suffocating me and I began panting with tears rolling down my cheeks, "San- ah! " I fell down knocking the table. "Ah... "

I looked around in darkness with a hope that now he will come to hold me; but he didn't. Now I didn't bother to hide my tears because my surrounding was doing so.

I recalled every moment whenever I was with him in dark. From being locked in tower to almirah, he always made sure that I was alright but now, even after knowing that I'm not, he chose to remain quiet. I bit my lips to stop my sob when he spoke, "Stop crying. I'm here. "

I looked at the direction from where his voice came. Ek waqt tha jab tum dur hokar bhi mere saath the, par ab toh hum saath rehkar bhi pass nahi.

(There was a time when inspite of being away you use to be with me, but now we not even close when we are together.)

"I'm not crying. " I whispered.

I flinched when his warm hand wiped the tears from my cheeks asking me, "Then what's this?"

Why is he doing all this? Why? Just seconds ago he behaving differently and now.... Why?

"Why are you doing this? "