"Thank god! you came here. We thought you forgot about your parents." Mom smiled, watching Ishaan walking in.

"How many times I called you Ishaan? Why can't you take my calls?" Ishaan burried his head down, totally ignoring everyone. Actually, he was not hearing.

"What happened Shanu?" Mom came to him, placing a palm on his shoulder. She tried to figure out what was wrong. But his face held an unreadable expression.

Ishaan took off her hand and moved to upstairs. He climbed the steps with trembling feet. He shut his door slowly before stepping into his room.

"I love you Shreya..."

Thoughts flashed through his mind. He had never think such a day would come in his life.

What had he done to himself?

Rewinding it for the n th time, he lost his control that he threw the flowervase on the floor and watched the broken pieces with eyes blazing in rage.

He knelt down the floor helding a hopeless face. His thoughts shifted to something else which happened the very previous day.

Flashback:

Ishaan let out a heavy sigh regretting his decision to accompany Mr.James in his new project.

At first itself, Ishaan was aware about his annoying nature but his dad always had interest to work with him.

And now, he was called by the annoying creature to discuss their further moves regarding project. So, he was heading to the same club by car.

Ishaan did call Farhan to accompany him just for the sake of not to get bored. But he said he was busy with something even before asking where to go.

He parked his jaguar and walked inside the open club. He knew well that the creature was not going to show up at time. So, he moved to have a light wine. But he stopped when his eyes caught someone. Someone he really knew.

It was after seconds he confirmed that it was none other than his buddy Farhan. He was standing at the middle holding a girl. His eyes were mixed with emotions. Ishaan had never seen him that way.

"How could you do that? All these years, you were with me and now you have fallen for him?" Farhan shouted with his razor edged tone.

"I don't like to see you with anyone. I want you. I want you to be with me." Said Farhan with a hint of hope.

Ishaan wondered who was the one he was speaking to. He moved rightward to get a clear view.

And there she was, holding his hand and looking at his deep eyes.

Amaaya..

"You are misunderstood. You are important for me than anyone. And I thought that you would understand. But you are always like this." She went on.

"And tell me one thing, why you are being so jealous and mad at me? You don't have any answer, right? You won't ever say it. Never!" She looked down losing hope.

Farhan squeezed her palm before looking up, "I don't know why. I have tried my best to say it. I can't. I just can't give myself completely to anyone."

"You always ask me the reason for rejecting her. And, I was about to say it. But, I felt some kind of fear. Fear of losing you. From the time I remember, I have lost everyone. Whom I loved the most. I don't want the same thing to happen with you."

"Yeah, I hid my feelings before you. But, it was because I really care."

Amaaya shifted her gaze to each of his eyes that she could sense the pain and sincerity in them.

At the next second, she watched him kneeling down before her.
Farhan took hold of her hand, "I can't bear this pain anymore." He paused.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Those words made her to form a curve on her lips. She nodded with tear stinged eyes, "Yes. Yes."

She made him to stand before hugging him.

"This is what I ever wished for." She muttered for which he smiled still holding her.

Ishaan refused to believe his eyes. He wished what he had seen was a dream, a nightmare. Or they were some random persons and not them.

But it was his Farhan and Amaaya.

He felt a heavy pain in his chest that his heart kept beating widly. He could feel his body parts getting weaker. His vision began to blur that he could not see their happy faces any longer. The duo were engrossed in their own world that they didn't even know about his presence.

It was then he realized what he had seen.

Farhan and his biscuit dipper?

So, all these while they were acting to be friends?

At the time he felt he could not bear anymore, he started to walk out with shaking feet.

When he bumped with someone, "Hey Ishaan, am I late?" asked Mr. James.

But he was so weak even to respond. He just turned to be deaf.

Those hurtful words kept playing in his head like a disfunctioning tape recorder. He stepped in his car and was upto move.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

At some point, he felt those words were only meant to be his. Or he thought so?

Anyway, he let out a sigh of rage before moving on.

______

"Wow! Just wow! That was amazing." The squad came to them, giving a round of applause.

"You two are incredible dudes." Someone commented.

"Now you got how to act, right?" Farhan asked with a headweight.

"Yeah. But I think it's better to cast you two in this play. You are acting like professionals." A spexy commented.

"Seriously? Oh my god!" Amaaya let out a laugh, wondering what made them to say so.

"There was a time, I thought that you were not acting but living. Your expression was speechless farhan. Why can't you do this then?" A random boy asked out.

"No man. I don't want to get punched by my dude. He already warned me not to work here. Especially with you guys. Hahaa."
Grinned Farhan.

"Are you talking about, uhm, phone breaker?" Asked Amaaya.

"Then who else?"

A red tint crossed her cheeks hearing him.

"Don't believe your eyes everytime. Truth is not waht you see. It's not even what you hear. It maybe something else.."

His words echoed in her ears giving some sort of pleasure which she had never felt before.

Only if she knew that he was cursing himself for letting him go through all those pleasures.

**Flashback ends**

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