The elevator door split open, and the two girls hurried out. Kriti developed cold feet after no response to their knocking. Dania shushed her and asked her to wait outside if she was too worried.

"He will get us arrested."

Dania smirked, - "Tabish is a very useful boyfriend. Also, never underestimate a beautiful woman's power." She winked at the end.

She unlocked the door and took a deep breath before opening the door. Kriti held both their purses against her chest and kept making prayers under her breath.

Dania walked in and let out a breath. The room was empty, but neatly done. Except for video game on the screen, and gaming console on the couch. The cupboard was half open. She dropped her shoulders, turned around and took small steps towards the door. Just as she reached for the door, a man's whistling made her freeze.

Dania smiled, fixing her hair and turned.

Sarfaraz seem to not notice her. He was busy whistling, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Dressed in emerald, green lacy Kurtha and another towel wrapped around his waist.

Dania entwined her fingers, playing with her red manicured nails.

"Sarfaraz."

He paused, and slowly lowered the towel from his hand.

"Pooja?" He looked aghast.

Dania smiled nervously, - "Hi!" She waved a little.

"I am sorry, I had to come this way, but my frie—" In hurry, her thigh hit the back of the sofa. She winced.

"Aaram se!" Sarfaraz took a step, but stopped in his track and straightened.

"Please leave, Pooja."

"Dania—my name—" She hesitated noticing healing fingernail wound on the back of his palm. Instantly, she recollected the encounter in the alley with the hooded man. Dania looked away, though she was drunk she couldn't forget something that had been disturbing her sleep.

Sarfaraz wiped sweat off his forehead, faint laughter ringing in his ears. Consciously, he clenched his towel.

"Pooja—Dania, whoever you are. Leave."

"It was you." She pointed at him.

He glared at her, - "Enough of games, it is not funny anymore. Leave or I will call the security."

Dania hurried to him, standing few steps away from him.

"You are playing games with me. It was you—accept it." She reached out for his hand, but he pulled away.

"Okay, it was me. What are you going to do about it?"

Dania frowned, moving her body little back, - "That night—you said my name. How did you know I wasn't Pooja—and just now, you called me Pooja."

Sarfaraz pressed his lips, then walked to bedside table and grabbed his phone, - "Enough I am calling secu—" Before he could finish his sentence, Dania snatched his phone and tossed it on the bed.

"First answer me." She spoke slowly and firmly.

"I am not answerable to you."

Dania folded her arms, furrowing her brows at him, - "You are so confusing me."

Sarfaraz held her arm and pushed her gently towards the door. But she was unmoved.

"Please, Pooja—Dania—leave."

"Nice acting, but I know there is something—"

Sarfaraz shoved her arm harder, but she stubbornly stood in her place.

Fareeha searched for his friend amongst the sea of celebrities. Multiple people had already enquired about him. Frustrated, she called on his phone few times but there was no response.

"This man will be death of me." She held her forehead, and sighed deeply. Fareeha walked out of the hall, and took the elevator. 

"You are so stubborn." Sarfaraz commented, then leaned to get his phone from the bed, - "security will take care of you."

Dania dropped her arms, and hurried to snatch the phone from him.

Standing outside, Kriti's anxiety was increasing as her friend was taking too much time. She was about to peep when she realized someone was coming. Kriti's eyes widened seeing Fareeha marching towards the room. With the carpeted hallway, sound of her heels wasn't heard. Kriti leaped on spot, then rushed to hide behind the wall.

"Leave my phone, Dania." He tried to free his mobile from her grasp, but wasn't too harsh on her.

In the struggle, the back of her thigh hit the bed. For support, she grabbed his brawny arm and fell first. Sarfaraz fell over her.

Dania blinked at him, her hands still resting on his upper-arm. Staring into his soft brown eyes, she found herself immersed in them. Sarfaraz was perfectly still, but his eyes gazed kindly at her. His pupils dilating slowly. Dania felt his biceps tense over the fabric of his Kurtha. She gulped slowly, but couldn't move her eyes off him. Sarfaraz's one arm was under her back, and another resting next to her head. He stared without blinking, his lips curved into a slight smile. With gentle fingers, Sarfaraz moved aside rogue strands of hair falling on her face.

Fareeha frowned noticing the door slightly open. Was he in his room? She took out her phone and looking at it, she pushed the door open. When, she raised her head, she gasped dropping her phone. Dania turned her head and saw Fareeha gaping at them with her hand covering her mouth. Sarfaraz still kept looking lovingly at Dania.

"What the hell is happening here? Sarfaraz?' She glanced in pure shock from one to the other.

Sarfaraz swiftly got up, tightening the towel and looked red faced at his friend, - "Um, it is not how it looks, Fareeha. I can explain."

Dania smirked, raising to sit on the bed, - "You are behaving as though your girlfriend caught you cheating?" She leaned back, resting her weight on her palms.

Sarfaraz glared at her with finger on his lips, - "Shut up." He rebuked her.

Fareeha kept frowning at her friend, gesturing with her hands and mouthing, - "Like seriously?"

Sarfaraz lowered his head, adjusting his hair. Dania got up, - "I was here because my friend wanted to—"

"Dania, stop. You are crossing your limit here. Leave." She pointed towards the door.

"I will, but first—"

"Sarfaraz won't meet anyone. Leave."

Dania's expressions turned dark, she folded her hands and turned to Fareeha. In the same posture, she walked to her. With their heels, they were almost same height, with Dania being slightly taller.

"I told you—don't you dare cut me."

Fareeha glanced over her shoulder at Sarfaraz, who kept his head lowered. She was surprised, she excepted him to take a stand.

"Dania, you aren't privileged here. Leave before I call the security and embarrass you."

Fareeha stared boldly into her eyes. Dania was unmoved, though.

Kriti mustered courage to peep in and meekly called her friend, - "Dania—please let's leave." She nervously waved at Sarfaraz. He looked away. Dania nodded, whilst still glaring at Fareeha. Then, she walked out with her friend.

Sarfaraz looked embarrassed at her, - "Fareeha!"

She angrily threw her dupatta on her shoulder, twirled around and stomped out of the room. Sarfaraz sighed helplessly.

Through the party, he tried to talk to Fareeha, but she ignored him. Eventually within ten minutes she left the party. Sarfaraz was bounded to entertain the guests. But he too left the party soon after. Then, he knocked at Fareeha's room door calling her name and called her several times, but she had switched off her phone.

Finally, the filmy scene is here *_* Sarfaraz is so lost in her *_*

But, he should have taken stand for his friend :(

What are your thoughts, my lovelies. Please drop your thoughts in the comments, please.