"Array! Sanam! Sanam, suno toh..!" I called upon him as he literally raced down the stairs with me following him.

"Sanam! Ruko na! Sanammm!!!!"

Completely useless! Yeh nahi rukne Wala. Ab ek hi raasta bacha hai.

"Ouch..ouch..ouch!" I sat down on stair holding my ankle.

He turned back, "Warisha..?!" He panicked. "Kya hua?" He quickly climbed up on the stairs.

Got you, Mr. Puri! I mentally smirked while I acted to wince in pain.

"Warisha, Kya hua?" He came and sat down a step lower to me and tried to take a look at my foot. "Lag gayi? Sprain to nahi aaya? Kyu bhaag rahi this aise?" He was asking this and some other questions. He met my eyes, "Ab bologi bhi Kyu bhaagi? Kaha lagi?"

"Kyu bhaagi aise Puch rahe Jo pata nahi!" I whined. I slapped his hands away, "And haha bhi lagi, Tumhe usse Kya Matlab?! Jaa rahe the na.. jaao na phir! Kyu aaye?"

"Don't be childish, Warisha! Bolo kaha lagi?"

"I'm being childish?! I'm beING CHILDISH?!" I pointed myself and the keeping my forefinger on chest I countered, "Aur TUM JO AISE BACCHO KI TARAH WAHA SE AAGAYE WOH CHILDISH NAHI HAI?!"

"Sunai de raha hai kaun baccha hai." He smiled sarcastically, hinting towards the childish raise in my voice. "Ab batao kaha lagi hai?"

"Kahi nahi lagi!" I barked pushing him away, "Hato tum." I got up and faked to stumble because of my 'injury'.

"Warisha!" He quickly snaked his arm around my waist and held my hand with other. "Wapas girna hai Tumhe? Puch raha kaha lagi hai but nahi! Madam ko to baccho jaise nakhre Karne hai."

My jaws hung open after hearing his ranting, "Are you serious, Sanam? Ek to mujhe TUMHARE wajah se lagi aur tum MUJHE hi sunaye jaaye rahe ho?" I complained.

"Suna raha hu?" He scrunched his eyebrows, "kab se puch raha hu, kaha lagi-kaha lagi.. woh nahi suna Tumhe? Aur mere wajah se lagi?" He bobbed his head. "Maine bola mere peeche aane ke liye? Maine bola geerne ke liye? Bolo?"

I made a crying pout, "haa! Meri hi galti hai. Nai aana tha tumhare peeche! Galti hogayi, maaf kardo!"

"You're such a drama queen, Warisha." He shook his head heaving a sigh.

"Haa, haa." I mocked, "Drama queen main hu aur upar terrace mein you needed to create the drama."

"I created drama?" I asked offended, "I created the drama?"

I nodded childishly carrying a smile to annoy him more.

"Tumhe toh..!" He said under his breath and scoped me in his arms.

"Sanam! Kya Kar rahe ho?" I shrieked. "Sanam!!"

He completely ignored me as always and started walking towards my room.

"Sanammm!!! Tum kabhi Meri koi baat sunte Kyu nahi?! Kya Kar rahe ho?! Utaaro mujhe!" I struggled.

"Like you said- Drama Kar raha hu." He flashed his fake-st smile.

"Ya Allah! Kabhi to Meri baat sunloooo naaaaaa..!!!" I wined.

He put me on a chair in my room and bent down to match my eye level. "Main tumhari

har baat Sunu? Aur tum Meri na suno."

"Tumne Meri kaunsi 'har baat' Suni? Aur Maine tumhari kaunsi baat nahi Suni?"

He shook his head, "rehne do.." he got up straight, "First aid box kaha hai?" He asked turning around walking towards the drawers.

Array!!! If he uses the spray on me it will burn!! Ugh!

"Kaha hai, Warisha?" He bent down to open the drawers.

I walked to him and threw my arms around his shoulder from back, "Yaha hai Warisha!" I chuckled.

He put his hands over me and stood straight, resulting me hanging on his back. Yeh itna lamba kab hogaya?

"Tumhare pair pe lagi thi na? That's why I picked you up and ab tum aisi harkate Kar rahi ho?" He asked turning his head sideways to see me.

"Maine kab bola mujhe lagi? Tumne khud hi assume Kar liya..." I mumbled resting my face on his shoulder.

"Warisha..." He gasped and unwind my hand from his shoulder making me fall on my bed. "Ouch yaar! Sanam?" I winced rubbing my back, "yeh kis liye."

"Bohout maza aata hai na Tumhe mujhe pareshan karke?" He faced me.

I grinned ear to ear molding my eyes, "Tum soch bhi nahi sakte kitna..eeeeeeeeee."

"Aur agar main Tumhe aise pareshan karke lagu to?"

"Aise Matlab kaise?" I bit my lips.

"Waise hi Jaise tum karti ho."

"Kya karti hu main? Hmm?"

"Yahi... Every other day koi new crush introduce karna, faking your injuries, flirting with my brother, drooling on other guys-"

I cut off his long list in between, "oh hello, hello, hello.." I stood up, "just be a little more clear about what you're talking, Mr. Puri. By crushes you mean my celebrity crushes, and by other guys you mean celebrities, right?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter, celebrities are humans, too. They don't live in other universe but in same city as yours. And you yourself are a celebrity now, just reminding you."

"Me? And celebrity? Huh! YouTube artist are not really celebrity, Sanam."

"Only YouTube artist, really?" He faked his amusement. "Who did that three album projects? And those Bollywood songs? And of course that independent music album that won in all categories, hmm..?"

"So what do you mean, my crushes know me?"

"Who was I when you met me?" He asked.

"Sanam Puri from the band SANAM, India's number one band." I answered din dramatic introductory voice.

"And who were you?"

"Who was I..?" I thought for a second, "Uh..A.... FanGirl?" I replied hesitantly. "I was... Just an teenage high school student, fangirling over the top band. Crushing over you." I slowly met his eyes.

"And..here we are.." he came closer, "with you as my girlfriend and together for I don't even remember for how many years...but it seems forever."

"Six years.." I smiled.

"A fell in love with my FanGirl. The lead vocalist of India's number one band fell in love with a high school student... Who happens to be a rising singing sensation of the country and having so many people crushing over her." He left a soft chuckle.

"No one has a crush on me, okay?" I laughed it of.

"You think that?" He laughed with hint on challenge in his tone. "Check my DM sometimes...that I get from you fan'GUYs'.."

"fan'GUYs'?" I laughed at that term. Then I looked at him... Into his eyes, "you're scared? You're scared that you'll lose me?" I asked softly.

"I was your celebrity crush as well, Warisha. You were a fan, in the crowd of thousands and yet... There was something about you that made me fall for you. And now, you are a star yourself... Then forgive me if I'm scared that some other celebrity crush of yours might steal you from me." His voice was not exactly sad, not exactly scared or hurt... Yet it was different and... sad. It was something that made my heart melt and overwhelmed with the love that we have.

"Sanam..." I breathed his name with a soft smile. "Sanam, you idiot!" I hugged him. "Itna pyaar kab hua mujhse?"

"Oh! I don't know but maybe In the years when I was searching you in every face in the crowd but couldn't find anyone close to you?" It was hard to tell if he was joking or serious.

"So... You fell in love with me in those three years and I've been in love with you five years prior to that three years. So.. who should be scared, huh?"

"Me.. 'cause you have been in love with me for so long. What if you are tired of me?"

What did he say?

"Kya bola tumne?" I looked up at him breaking the hug.

"What if you get tired of me?"

I narrowed my eyes, " I've loved you for five years before I met you, then we spent a week together and you left the next day after the confession and then I've waited for you another three years... Loving you from afar.." I held his face in between my palms, "Eight years of waiting, Sanam." I said softly, "eight years of waiting to be with you, to love you..not from afar.." I pecked his lips, "but this close." Both of us smiled and I continued, "You call it eternity but for me eternity was waiting for you all those years, eternity was those six months when we were so close yet so far. You don't get to live without me, Mister." I smirked.

"Guess what? I don't want to." He whispered.

"What if the situation was vice versa, Sanam?" I asked thoughtfully.

"Matlab?" He looked confused.

"Matlab..." I sat on bed and pulled him to sit by my side, "what if you had to wait for me?"

"I did wait for you."

I shook my head, "not that.. I mean.. like those five years, when I had no sign.. nothing to hold upon and think that I'll get you. Tum Kya karte?"

"I.. I still don't know what you're talking about exactly."

I sighed, "Mera Matlab hai... What if you were in love with me, without any assurance of me finding my way to you? Kya karte tum?"

"Wahi Jo tumne Kiya tha.. clinging to the hope, and believe it'll happen... that someday you will find your way to me."

I smiled, "you know what? Don't get me wrong but I wish.. that Maine tumhara-" but before continuing my sentence I looked at him again, "Don't get me wrong, okay?"

He nodded and I smiled resuming what I started, "I sometime think that instead of waiting for some miracle happening... I should have enjoyed my teenage years like any other teenager.. you see... My friends.. they used to talk about those dates they went, the gifts they exchanged.. the classes they bunked." I chuckled, "and I've memories of attending your concerts, saving money for your concert tickets and gifts.. bunking classes to attend your live chat." I looked up at him, "I don't have the teenage memories like other." I smiled, "I was in my last teenage year when we met, when we fell in love and then another years of waiting. I've spent half of my life waiting for your love and haven't spent half of it with you..yet." I smiled.. maybe sadly, "I never had a proper date, a proper proposal." I chuckled, "I was the one who proposed." He left out a chuckle as well after hearing this. "But I've no complains, really." I assured. "I'm more than happy with what I have."

I got up from the sat on my knees in front of him, taking his hands in mine, "I didn't have a common teenage love story but this epic one. I don't know if I had a love story like any other than I'd have been what I'm now or not. I am what I am because you. I became singer because of you. I fell in love with music because I fell in love with you. For me... Music is you. Without you all this means nothing."

"Warisha.." he said my name softly, "am I really worthy of this love?"

"I can ask the same question."

"You've answered your question yourself." He got me sitting back on my previous spot. "You've done your waiting and now all you deserve is love. The love you always wanted." He smiled.

I smiled back, "Tumne mere poore life plan ko chaupat kiya."

"Kaise?" He chuckled.

"I wanted to date some when I was 15 but I couldn't thanks to the crush I had on you.. wanted to have my first kiss before completing my teenage."

"That you did!" He quickly countered.

"Haa.. only that.. no proper proposal, no proper dates, nothing!"

"Proposals are overrated." He said, "proposals can be be denied but confession can only be accepted."

Hearing that I smiled unknowingly, "Agreed.."

"Aur Kya plans the tumhare?"

"Graduated and engaged at 23.." I slowly looked at him, "I've ticked off one that was in my hand."

"Aage.." he smiled playfully.

"2 years of that fiance life and married by 25... Enjoying the time with my love and then..." I felt shy.

"Then..?

"Then..uhm.. my own family by 27?" I bit my lips shyly.

"Achaa..." He said that in teasing tone and not to carry it further I quickly changed the topic, "But 23 and engaged is completely ruined!"

"You haven't celebrated your 24th birthday yet.. there's still two weeks left." He gave his cocky smile.

"What?" I was smiling but tried to act clueless.

"Nothing." He smiled.

"Sanam!" I punched his chest and he held my wrist and pulled me in his embrace, "Warisha!"