Attention! 

I changed the book name to "Dreams Woven Beautifully." 

Personally that entire title was too lengthy for my like and for any reader. 

#14K 

#Love

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They were finally back at their bay. A tiring, troublesome yet amazing US Tour came to its beautiful end. It was not the kind of tour they expected it to be. The stakes were high courtesy the vibe they all shared but one fuel and it all extinguished in thick air. Moreover, all of them wanted to get back home as soon as possible and to probably calm down their heated mind.

Loosing a good friend is not that easy. It is worse than a breakup. And now they very well knew how it all went.

It was one of those odd days when Sidharth was too naive about the city he lived in. Like for example, he thought he could take Alia out, somewhere along a date worthy place and had no clue but where. He tried asking all his friends on hinting some locations. They needed this outing. It became even more necessary after the recent fall outs. 

To take breathe, listen to each other, find solace, they needed it.

Not agreeing with anything that their friends suggested, he decided to call her home. It got to be the most warmest place on earth for him. No place could ever do justify to the comfort your home gives. 

Where else he could make amends for and spend a great deal of time with his girl ? 

He quickly dialed her and explained his theory. She loved the idea and was happy to join. After ending the call, he explained his maids on what all they had to do and how well. He knew alia loved mutton biryani so much like him and thus it went on their platter list.

After checking his apartment for like the seventh time for everything to be trim proper, he made sure the servants took their leave. It would be inappropriate if they meddled into their privacy. Nobody can control the urge to dive into a hot celebrity couple's privacy. After that little gig up on the stage during the first performance and the aftermath later, they were trending on internet for days. 

Worst part was that people whom they expected to be aware of this relation were least bothered, flicking it as a harmless rumour. But people not concerning this took it on another note. Congratulatory calls from directors , producers and many actors kept pouring in till today. Their close circle of people were still kept in almost dark. If only this had been easy as it seemed.

Muttering to himself on how careless he was as he was almost going to trip upon hearing the door bell ring, he hurried to receive his guest for tonight. Unbolting the door, he opened to see the most beautiful face ever created. 

There she stood leaning a bit at the door frame, in a checked shirt with dungaree adorning her upper body. She finished her quirky fashion sense by adding some midi rings and fleet shoes. And hell she looked the cutest and hottest version of a chef! 

Woah, he was absolutely excited at the way he had described her look mentally. Something which love does to you, he thought.

[Alia's POV]

Thanking all God's above I made my way to his house in one piece despite the insane traffic scene. It was quite silly of me to try this outfit which made me look more of a trainee chef than having a home date with my boy.

But my sister and my lovely cats thought otherwise. They made it a point to praise and purr respectively at me in accolade. 

I hope Sid loves it too. Taking a closer look at the man standing ahead me with a devilish smile, I took in his appearance.

He is a vision in sassy and appealing look. He wore an indigo patch pocket filled shirt with tailored cotton comfort trouser. The fact that his shirt buttons were down, neither helped in with the delicious situation.

Giving him one of my bestest smile I asked " Can I come in Mr Malhotra ?" His lips formed a thin line. "Off course Ms Bhatt." He dramatically did a come-in pose and made way for me to get in. Disposing my shoes at the nearest safe rack, I made my way into his abode. Not that I'm visiting here for the first time. But after he got it all refurnished, it was my first chance to catch a glimpse.

It was a simple, classy and comfy compartment. Something which praised his taste perfectly. Taking in the view, I realised that this place could definitely be my next favourite spot. Grinning at my thought, I made way to launch myself on the living room couch. Sitting like a dead walrus, I looked up to see him smile at me in amusement.

"You resemble a someone after his weight lift league, all tired and exhausted." his smirk still in place. I smiled graciously in return. "I know right. It ain't that easy to get rid of a sore body and throbbing head." 

Yes, I was sick as dead after the comeback. It would be a stupid miracle if I had not got the slightest taste of sourness considering my situation and ever sickness routine. Before he could question me more on my health aspects, a rough yet smooth body crashed onto my petite self and I couldn't help but smile at the sudden affection.

"Oscar!" 

I squealed at him licking the side of my face and wiggling his tail happily at me. He gave me one of his cutest bark to show how ecstatic he was to have me at his place. Surely his owner looked over at us with pure love at how his two favorite pets adored each other.

"You should have brought Pika with you considering shaheen would ever let Sheeba with anyone." he said while patting Oscar on his fury head. I gave him a sly nod "I wish I could bring her for a play date but the last thing I want is both of them rolling over each other while we eat." He laughed at the saddest truth of how hard our pets fought for attention from us.

"Ossy, go in and have your food. Meanwhile I will make your mistress have something to fill her intestine." he advised the poor thing which looked clueless at his sudden decision to take him away from me. Giving him a long body pat and a massage under his soft long ears, I bid him farewell. Sid took him to his room to feed while I idly turned towards the CD shelf to fetch us something cool to enjoy.

Minutes later I saw him coming back with a smile and entering the kitchen nearby. Whereas I had already chose '3 Idiots' for us to be entertained throughout. He came back with two plates, spoons and two closed lid bowls. I jumped from the couch to look over at what he got us prepared for the dinner. "What's special baby?" I asked while trying my hand at revealing the lid. He shoved me off quickly like an unwanted fly hovering about tasty dishes. 

I pouted hard knowing he had a weak effect to it.

"Calm down child. You will get to know soon. But before that I need my relaxation therapy." He demanded with a weird smile. Pondering hard on what exactly he wanted, I huffed across the room. 

"I'm hungry sid. What do you want ?" He came closer to where I stood and traced his thumb as softly as a feather on my cheek, lower lip, all down to the base of my throat. I felt all puddled up at his single touch and my skin tingled with joy. My heart burned with fire. 

"You! I am hungry too." his eyes changed a darker shade and it made me shiver with pleasure.

"I just sme-" 

And just like that he crashed his lips on mine. My mind cracked explosively just like those diwali fireworks you enjoy. My body went numb and I could not respond. He took the lead and my heart churned with passion. It was different from all those times when we locked lips. They used to seem like high school teens learning tutorial on how to kiss. But this one was more demanding, fiery, passionate, longing with a bit of lust. 

When I got the idea of how it is going to be, I responded to his wildness. Was not that hard to match up with his delicious speed. He held my wobbly self close to his body as my knees gave away. That man has no idea how badly he affected me. 

Our bodies fit perfectly against each other just like a jigsaw puzzle. We moulded in together so beautifully like it was all planned before by the creator. His one arm found its way around my waist and the other went behind my neck, angling himself more closer to me. We deepened the kiss as he nibbled slowly on my lower lip and bit on it gently. My soul went froze and a weirdly embarrassing yet pleasurable voice came out within me. 

I was moaning for him. He smiled in between the marathon and broke it to give me that 1% of breath to inhale and to check up my facial expression. I had my eyes tight shut but then looked at him to see his eyes twinkling with so much love. I swear I wanted to cry. Before I could make more justifications on the source of voice, he captured my soul again and we felt like been transported to some other world where we are the only inhabitants. 

Our time, our world, our love. 

After what felt like eternity in paradise, we stood embracing each other. I leaned in to rest my head near to his chest where an organ had my name inscribed in its every inch. It gave me immense happiness that it thumped only for me and just as it, with each beat, it took my name.

"Baby..." I tried to call him and he did a 'hmm' in response. Even though I never want this moment to get over so quick, my stomach and its residents told otherwise. The gurgling feel would never dampen. I was hell hungry and I wanted food, although I had a fair share of him! 

"I think we should have our food unless shanti tai feels upset" that was my way of convincing.

He rocked me against his chest and spoke with pride" But I had the best food ever." My poor heart flipped so bad. 

So it was decided that we would finally eat and not starve. He held my hand and led me to the table while serving the content into our plate. We then marched towards the sitting room and I launched myself at my previous pad while he went on to play the CD. 

With my man next to me, I know that I would never let anything come between what we have in together. I must have done something good in my previous lifetime to get someone like him. What we have in between us is so pure and heart warming that I would fight with my every being just to keep that spark between us alive. 

Our love was our everything, our dream, our future. 

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Living at the farthest corner of the buzzling city were two souls, who had an exact level of passion and love igniting, keeping them forever. Love was all they knew, they grew up with. Love was the foundational stone that kept them sticked together through hard times and good times. 

Living with the hardest fact that their father left them with their mother to marry another woman and had another set of kids with her, was the worst. It killed him in more than one way but again, like their mother said, forgiveness is the key to happiness. They respected her wish, her choice, his wish, his choice.

Probably the best brother-sister duo anyone would ever witness. That's just them being how their mother raised them to be, arjun and anshula. Forever united. 

Back at school days, he would always get bullied for being the other child and being a forgotten history of his father's past. It killed him each day but he never let it reach his mother's ear. She was a living example of God for them. Their reason of life, happiness and everything peaceful. 

Everything that they did was to make her proud, beam at her kids who grew up to make her the most blessed mom ever. She was his special lady, who knew how to untangle him from the mess around. The other one was the lady he loved next, his alia.

Thankfully their bad times gave them some amazing lessons too. Like a dew straight from heaven, they got their baby princess, his baby girl, anshula. No wonder her father adored her so much. She was the one he lived for after his mother passed away. It was hard to come up with the fact that she was no more. She wanted to keep it a secret until their grandfather passed away. 

It was 3rd stage cancer and its monsters engulfed her into their pawns while they stood helplessly. She was the one who kept them sane, in one piece but after she left, it was all about darkness, which swallowed them in its utterly dark void. 

Only thing he wished pretty hard in his life was his mother to see them getting where they wished to be. If only she had stayed till his debut release with YRF. She passed away in his arms, few days before the release of 'Ishaqzaade'. She could not see him live the life of an actor on his own terms. But wherever she was, she definitely was proud of them. 

Their mother had taught them, "Someday everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason!" 

It was one of those life saving advice he will hold on closer to his heart.

For most of the time, he was away from home for work. Being at home would remind him of his mother as her scent lingered at every hook and corner of the home, a gift from her. Today anshu wanted him to be at home as she wanted him to be prey to one of her 'experimental research', as she said. 

Sighing he crossed his room to look for his little bundle of craziness, hoping she would not burn their kitchen.

"Bhaiii, it's ready. Come!" he heard her scream from the other side. Taking long stride, he reached near their kitchen counter to see a huge yet cute form, with curly hair and a smile which stopped his heartbeat the very first time, she smiled. 

'Finally the bestest mutton biryani ever is created by yours truly, Anshula Kapoor urf world's best chef!" she gave one of her working smile. "I hope it is edible enough." With that her smile altered for a second and fubu barked away in agony. It's hilarious but since his huge form back in childhood days could only afford triple XL brand FUBU's dress accessories, he was nicknamed fubu. 

Anshu found it cute enough to pet name their dog as Fubu Kapoor. 

No wonder he became the centre of joke amidst his friend circle. "But since you are my soul saver, I hope we would be able to stay alive" and with that her breathtaking smile was back in tow. 

Ordering her brother to wash his hands off, she huffed to arrange the utensils at their dining table. He went away grinning at the fact that how starkingly similar she was to their mum. While she went back to clean the mess she had created at the kitchen slab, her eyes fell on the leathery thing which shined bright. She shook her head hard at how intelligent her brother dearest was. 

He forgot his wallet so easily on kitchen slab. But since curiosity killed cat, she wished to enlighten herself by sneaking into his wallet, she thought with a smirk.

Looking into its contents, paper notes governed all while plastic cards made their presence known. But her eyes fell from its socket when she saw a crumpled picture, folded and secured safely in its inner compartment. She carefully took it out to see a picture which made her heart fall in its deepest pit.

Probably taken during 2 States, it had him with her favorite didi, Alia. She was smiling with a blush at camera while her brother had his fingers laced with hers, looking at her with a longing love. It broke her heart to see his undying love for her. 

All those rumours of sid and alia sparking around recently had only added weariness to this reality. She wished for all of them to get their real happiness and not more. How she wished her brother to get out of his despair and find true love for once in his life. 

A tear escaped her eyes and she felt someone wipe it out from behind. With shock she turned to see him standing with a sad smile. It told her everything. Of his love, his feelings, his dream. 

If only things fell in place more perfectly as she wished. 

Note : I completely and unarguably hate myself and wattpad for this huge fall out! I wrote this out of spur, beautiful chapter ( if I say so myself) this noon. That version looked so pretty and well written but alas! When I came back to publish, half the content was gone! 

It made me hell angry and upset. I just lost my mind and went to sleep with a heavy heart.

But then, I thought it would be better if I complete the chapter and publish it whatever mind I had rather than sulk at a corner for years! 

Yeah, so I know its bad but urghh!!!

Much love,

Ps : Stop hating fubu, see him from a different prespective!

Love,

Jemi :)