Night at com-villa,

Farhan was talking with Amaaya on phone almost at the edge of his patience.

Faru: "No. No. No"

Ainu: "Please Faru, Pretty please. For me?"

Faru: "If you have nothing else to say, I'm hunging up."

Ainu: "See, you are trying for Viha, right? This will be the best way to make her fall for you."

Faru: "I don't want to make her fall that way."

The other guys were having their Horrible dinner, watching television.

"Why he is so stubborn? Why can't he sing?" Aju turned to Eby.

"I thought that Amaaya could make him agree. That's why I told her to call him."

"We can talk this matter to Ishaan.What say?" asked Nihal not having any idea about what was going on.

To this, both commented in unison, "Wonderful!"

"You better shut your mouth." Aju huffed.

"Okay then. I won't compell you anymore. I won't even talk to you. Goodbye." Ainu was upto hung up the call.

"Calm down my drama queen. Hello, hello?" He sighed knowing she had hung up and turned back to his plate whilst the trio exchanged a disappointed face.

After taking a nap, Ishaan came to the hall and seated beside them. It was his usual time to take nap as he would be too tired from the office works.

Aju cleared his throat while passing some gestures to Eby. "It's the best time." he whispered.

"I think its better not to ask"

"What about that day's incident? He didn't say anything when she called him by his name. I will ask him." Aju said firmly.

He took out his phone from the pocket and searched for that particular picture. "Ishaan bro, what do you think about Amaaya?"

"Sorry?" Ishaan wriggled his eyebrows as he was not fully get over from the sleep.

"Amaaya." Eby emphasized.

"Uhh, Why you are asking so?"

"Come on, I'm just asking. Say your opinion about her?"

"You all know her very well. Then why you guys are asking me?" He shot a cold glare.

"What is this? Can't u give a review for a girl?" Asked Eby.

Farhan really wanted to interrupt them, but he tried to shut his mouth at that moment.

"I will say. She is..." Nihal started.

"Can't you go and sleep? And Ishaan, don't overact. Just shoot." Said Aju.

"I don't have anything to say about that girl. She is.. She is just disgusting. So talkative. She talks like a bomb blast you know? Don't know why she is like that. And she used to go by bus. That you leave. But how could she travel at night, that too alone."

"She used to dip biscuits in coffee. Even our canteen boy calls her by that.. that name. Even she smiled to that auto driver. And she was praising that johny's coffee. No Rony's. Whatever! She is just, how to tell? No comments."

"No comments, huh?!" The trio agaped in unison.

"Johny's coffee, autodriver, Bomb blast, dipping biscuits. What are all these about? Anyways, let me bring a glass of water for you." Said Nihal.

"Now you are the one talking like a bomb blast." Dany came out from the kitchen.

Losing his control out of curiosity, Aju showed him the photo. "Now also you don't have anything to say?"

"Wh... where did you get this from?" Ishaan stammered.

Farhan was trying to figure out what on earth was happening there whereas others kept smiling, watching his comic face.

"What was that all about? You both were talking and smiling at canteen, right?" asked Aju with his detective look.

"Smile? No way! I know you edited it." Ishaan smirked still feeling bit scared.

"We are live viewers. So don't lie man." added Eby.

"Ishaan, why can't you admit that you smiled? We are humans. We used to smile." Aju blurted.

"Uh, I was lost in my thoughts and so smiled."

"Hm, okay okay."

"I'm very sleepy. So goodnight." Ishaan stood up to leave.

"But you woke up before two minutes only." Said Nihal.

"So what? I want to sleep and I will."

"Uhm, Lost in thoughts!!" Aju shouted behind.

"What?"

"Nothing. Goodnight bro."

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Next morning,

Ishaan twisted in his bed before squinting for the seeping of sunlight through the curtains. He turned to the other side but failed to find anyone in the room.

Atlast, he got off from bed and moved to the hall. But still he could see no one.

When he came to hear some noice from the kitchen side, he walked there. The sight he saw there was surprisingly shocking.

"What the!!!" He yelled.

Amaaya was engrossed doing something in the kitchen. Probably, she was trying to make coffee.

"What the hell is she doing here. That too in our kitchen?" He muttered, walking to her. But stopped for a while after realizing something. Something serious.

He was shirtless and the only thing he wore was a boxer. He silently thanked god for not making her to notice him.

He ran back to the room and rushed to wear a Tee shirt. He was in a hurry to burn her with questions.

For some odd reasons, he liked it.

"Why you are here and what you are doing?" He almost roared at her.

But she was busy in her own world, taking water and placing kettle and all. "I'm just making coffee. Do you want?"

"I'm asking how you are here?" He raised his voice, expecting her to get scared.

"Faru told me to come here. But when I came, he was not here. Then he called to say to stay here until he come." She shrugged casually.

"Now, he is not here. So get out."

"Nop. Its okay. He is on the way."

"But I'm not okay."

"Can't you see I'm busy right now? So please don't disturb."

"This is my home."

"Well, I don't want your home. But just a coffee."

"I want to make my coffee now." Said Ishaan.

"See, you can make from here. I don't have any problem."

Ohh my god! Why she is everywhere? My throat is so dry but how can I make it from here with this, this biscuit girl.

Anyhow, he decided to make coffee separately. She kept on doing some messy things standing beside him making him reaching at the peak of annoyance.

"Sure that today's coffee will be the best." She said herself with a hearty smile.

Once she heard her phone ringing, she left there to attend it.

By that time, Ishaan made his coffee and took out his favourite black cup. Before having, he went for charging his phone.

Amaaya came back before unknowingly taking his cup and sipped his coffee.

When he saw her drinking his coffee, that too in his favourite cup, he exhaled a disgusted breathe. He stoded to her clenching his jaw.

"Wahh! What a coffee yaar! It's out of the world. Uhm." She closed her eyes enjoying it to the core.

Ofcourse, it will be the best. Afterall, who made it. Yeah, the great me. But damn! That's not the problem here. I want coffee rather anything to console my throat. Now that she already had my coffee, why can't I have hers. Yeah, go for it.

Without the full concern of his heart, Ishaan reached for her coffee before having it.

"Bwaaakk." He spat out.

"What happened?" She got jerked by his sudden reaction.

"How much coffee powder is added? Bwaa!"

"Ohh you don't know to make it, right? Wait, I will make it for you."

"No. Never do that." He stopped her at the very second.

"Arey, I don't have any problem."

"No. I don't want it."

"Ishanu, make your delicious coffee for me too." Someone shouted from outside.

His eyes popped out recognizing the voice, "Aju?!"

Amaaya spun around to go and check whether Faru was there. But he blocked her way.

He knew what all things would happen when Aju come to know about her. He already felt dizzy on the going-to-be cooked up stories of Aju.

Ishaan grabbed her hand before she could move. She turned back, looking at her hand which was held by him.

When she parted her lips to say something, "You, you hide somewhere." Said Ishaan in a hurry.

"What?"

"I said hide. Make it fast."

Before she could understand what he meant, "Ishaan?" Detective Aju stood before them, folding his arms with that teasing look.

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