Dania's head still spung when she awoke in stranger's bed, wearing some unknown woman's night clothes. As panic set in, Kriti walked in carrying a glass of lime-juice.

"Good morning, at seven pm of 21st."

"Kriti! You! 21st? but it is 20th." Dania gasped so hard that her chest hurt. Kriti twisted her lips, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Dude, why did you drink so much. Because of you, my parents are suspicious that I drink too." Kriti stuffed the tray at her. She was tolerating her only because Sarfaraz said so. Dania held her forehead, pinching her skin with her fingers. Her other hand clasped the glass.

"Thanks." She hissed and took a sip of the iced beverage.

Kriti sighed, - "What were you doing in that alley again?"

Dania paused and raised her eyes. Slowly, she lowered the glass, - "I saw him again, Kriti. I remember—"
"Babes, you were drunk to death. You Hallucinated. My cousin, Vicky, found you blabbering and fallen on the ground. He vaguely remembered you and brought you here. Dude, if some goon would have found you, then—" She gestured with her hand running across her throat.

Dania sighed, folding her legs and taking one more sip, then held her forehead again.

"I know." She groaned, - "But I wanted to prove that Sarfaraz was lying."

Kriti shifted in place, - "Maybe, he was, but that doesn't mean you risk your life."

Dania scowled at her, - "That man insulted me in front of everyone." She jabbed her finger on her chest, her voice rising, - "I am Dania Rayyan Siddique, and no one belittles me." She snapped her fingers, - "I am a successful fashion designer, with my own boutique and my parents are f***king uber rich doctors. They can buy you and likes of you thousand times. But, because of that two rupee actor I was insulted in front of my friends."

Kriti's face turned bitter, but she remembered Sarfaraz's sweet words and romantic big eyes. Closing her eyes, she took a breath.

"You are too arrogant. For your own good." She sprung on her feet. Dania slammed the glass on the side table and leaped from the bed. Kriti tried to stop her, but she was adamant. Also, she was secretly glad to get rid of her arrogant friend.

After Dania changed back to her club wear from last night. She thanked Kriti's parents and left the house. Kriti was quick to text Sarfaraz. 

Sarfaraz sat in the meeting at his room with his director, and the writer of the movie.

He checked his watch, - "Chandan, where is your producer? We have been waiting since one hour. Not good, dude. I hate waiting." He tapped on his watch.  

They sat on the double bed in his suite, discussing the particularly tough scene. Chandan and Sarfaraz had two minds with this, hence they called for the Producer to take the final decision.

There was a text he received on his phone that alerted him. Straightening against the bed-post, he read Fareeha's text message.

"I met Mr. Singhal just now, we are in the elevator."

Sarfaraz let out a breath from his mouth, ruffling his hair, - "Finally!" He sighed.

Within five minutes there was a ring at the door. He rose from the bed and opened the door. A middle aged man grinned at him and embraced him tightly, - "Sarfaraz, my man."

He simply placed his arms around the stubby man. Sarfaraz noticed Fareeha looking flushed, and she avoided eye-contact. After the producer parted from him, he eyed the man suspiciously. Chandan welcomed Mr. Singhal, and the two men hugged. As Fareeha passed by him, Sarfaraz held her hand,

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" She whispered not meeting his eyes. Sarfaraz walked behind her, realizing Singhal's eyes were on her. This was not the first time, he noticed this. It always made him uncomfortable.

"Fareeha!" He called, - "you were telling me, you had headache. I think you should rest."

"What? Why?" Singhal sounded aghast, as he accepted a glass of wine from Chandan.

Sarfaraz looked miffed at the producer, - "What is a lady's job here?"

Singhal sat on the sofa, placing one leg over the other and raised his glass, - "She is your manager."

"So? Not the heroine of the movie."

Sarfaraz was about to say, when Fareeha held his arm, - "Hadi, Shh!" She whispered urgently. But he doesn't look at her, instead kept glaring at the man. She noticed his clenched jaw and flaring nostrils, so she hastily added, - "I should go." Fareeha adjusted her dupatta and was about to leave when Singhal interrupted. 

"Chill. Chandan, why is everyone so worked up? Sarfaraz... I am yet to hear the issue from both the sides." He winked at him. Chandan nervously glanced at Sarfaraz, and so did Fareeha. Slowly, his eyes narrowed at the chubby man casually drinking wine.

Sarfaraz's death stare wandered to Chandan, he gulped and gestured with his hand to relax.

"Chandan, what brand is this? Too good." Singhal asked for more and Chandan scurried to impress the man.

"Sarfaraz, why are you standing? Come sit with me, and your—friend." He suggested sleazily.

"You know, I was talking to her in the elevator. Beauty with brains for sure. Nice catch, Mr. Khan. I wish I too had a hot manager, instead of Balding Mr. Saxena."

"Sir, forget her, sir. We need to—this scene. Sarfaraz wants to—" Chandan's words were cut short, when Singhal raised his palm to stop him. His eyes stuck on Fareeha.

"Sarfaraz—you bring your friend—I mean your side." He commented, and then guffawed at his words. Something about the laughter ticked a switch in Sarfaraz. Before anyone could comprehend, he charged at the fat man, grabbing his collar.

"Uh, What?"

"Sarfaraz!" Chandan and Fareeha gasped in unison. Wine glass dropped and shattered on the expensive carpet.

"What are you doing?" Chandan cried.

"How dare you look and talk sleazily about her?" Sarfaraz dragged him off his seat by his collar.

"Mr. Khan, what is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me?" He pulled him, and pushed him against the wall, - "I will tell you, Budde. Apologize to Fareeha. Now!" He admonished him.

"Shut up! I will destroy your career, Mr. Khan."

"I—don't—care—" Sarfaraz spoke through clenched teeth. The frightened looking producer, had to crane his neck to look up at the intimidating actor.

"Sarfaraz! Leave him." Fareeha called and rushed to them. She grabbed his bicep with both her hands and attempted to separate the two.

"Arey, Khan Sahab, you should have told me that she was your girl. I wouldn't have attem—" Before he spoke, Sarfaraz had punched his jaw hard.

"Sarfaraz!" Chandan and Fareeha screamed again. Though, Chandan was too freaked out to speak, Fareeha struggled to separate the two.

"Apologize now, else I will kill you."

"Sarfaraz, please stop. For my sake, at least." Fareeha cried. Fortunately, it cooled him a bit and his grip on the producers collar loosened. Letting it go. He sighed, flipping his hair back and licked his lips.

"Chandan, take him and let lost." Sarfaraz turned his back.

Singhal wiped his blood stained nose with the back of his sleeve, - "You! Sarfaraz Khan, I will destroy your career. Wait and watch."

Fareeha clenched her fists and took a step boldly, - "No, sir. You can't. I will be forced to expose you, then. I will splash all over social media in detail what you spoke to me in the elevator and whatever happened here." She raised her chin, - "And, you know whose career will be destroyed then."

"Chandan!" Mr. Singhal roared at the director. He cowered and nodded urgently.

"I am quitting this movie." Sarfaraz spoke before Singhal did. Both the men fumed at each other. Chandan held his shoulder.

"Mr. Singhal, please come. You did to be tended." Chandan held his hand and pulled him along. On his way out, he glanced helplessly at Sarfaraz. 

After they left, Fareeha glowered at her friend and walked up to Sarfaraz.

"What the hell, Hadi?"

He looked at his irate friend. She reprimanded him, but he focused on looking at her top to bottom.

"You are lecturing me?" He placed his hands on his hips, - "What is this? Sleeveless Anarkali suit? Jhumka?" He flickered her earring, - "Open hair? Lipstick? Why are you dressed this way? Are you going to a party?"

"Hadi!" She pulled bunch of her hair from his hand, - "I always dress like this."

"You know how sleazy some of these men are—still?"

"Still? Anyway, it is my problem, why did you attack him?" She angrily flung her floral dupatta.

"For you, you foolish woman."

"You needn't."

Both argued heatedly.

"Now, I will have to do damage control." She turned and marched towards the door.

"Go to hell! I shouldn't have stood up for you." Sarfaraz called behind her. Fareeha stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

"I don't know why I risked everything for that stupid." He mumbled, scratching his head.  

How was the Chapter, my lovelies! Did you enjoy reading?

Hmm, Hadi and Fareeha's equation seems interesting. Good Friendship ;) and Dania is still so arrogant, will she change? 

Which couple are you rooting for? Please drop your thoughts in the comments, please, it will motivate me to write better and faster. Stay Tuned for the next update :*