Although Imran didn't see the performance from inside, he did see it from a distance where no one could see him. If anyone were to see him, especially his siblings, Mahira and Jai, he'd be in trouble. Who knows what they would do to Imran, after all they hated his guts.

As soon as the performance had ended he saw Mahira and another boy, which he learned was called Aryan, head outside. Of course, Imran had no intentions of listening in on their conversation, but he just couldn't help himself. He told himself that he would only listen in for anything that would keep him safe from going inside, but all he got was the usual long lost lovebirds chitter chatter. Sounded like a whole lot of crap to Imran's ears.

Jai was conveniently not inside so Imran decided it was the best time to head inside into the light. All he wanted was one drink.

Ordering a drink, he turned his body to face the stage as if expecting an exotic dancer to come and dance for him. However, a dancer didn't greet him. It was someone who Imran was quite familiar with. Someone from his past.

Firdaus.

She was gorgeous in a midnight blue strapless dress made of soft, satiny fabric. Long and loose. It clung to every curve of her body, accentuating her chest and backside. She made her way towards the bar not even giving a second glance at Imran who was directly next to where she was about to take a seat. Though, Who could blame her for ignoring Imran. She didn't have any idea who the man next to her was. After all, it wasn't Firdaus who Imran was seeing.

"Hey there," growled Imran. He needed to talk to her again, since he saw Firdaus outside the prison cells, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

"Um, hi," she said, sounding a bit drawn back. Did she not feel the same as him?


"Dekho (look), Firdaus, I know I hurt you but-"

"Firdaus? I'm sorry, you must've gotten me mixed up with someone else," she explained, "mera naam Shayla hai." (My name is Shayla)

"Oh, I'm sorry you just look a lot like my friend. You don't happen to have a twin sister do you?" he asked confused.

"Ahh yes I do but she's not my twin," she said feeling a bit insecure. Imran was looking at her right in the eyes. He was admiring her chocolate brown eyes, which he noticed were different to Firdaus', which were a hazel colour. Shayla cleared her throat to try and take Imran out of his daze.

"Oh I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable, mera naam Imran hai," he revealed. (My name is Imran)

"Nice to meet you..." said Shayla.

They were five shots down and had already started getting to know each other. Their first meeting seemed rusty but after some time they looked like they had known each other for years.

Imran gradually moved his seat so that his leg was touching Shayla's. They both looked at each other and immediately felt a feeling of lust towards each other. It wasn't a lust that would soon translate to love; it was a lust that showed how hurt each one of them was and how much they needed a rebound.

They both brought their faces closer and closer towards each other. Close enough till they could hear each other's breathing. One more inch and their lips would be touching, but Imran suddenly moved away.

"May I have this dance?" he asked with a grin spread across his face. He wasn't going to let Shayla have it that easy.

"I would really love to, but I should probably get going now it's late," she said with a smile on her face. She missed the feeling of having someone so close to her. Her smile immediately went away once she realised she was leaving him.

She made her way back to her room and was met with Dharam who was fast asleep on his bed. Looking at him reminded Shayla of the countless sleepless nights they had spent together. Though she had an amazing time with Imran, what she felt for Dharam was still there. The feelings hasn't gone away. Even if he didn't remember her, she remembered every day and every moment she spent without him.

Shayla moved closer towards Dharam. Each step made her heart skip a beat. She sat down on the bed next to him and began tracing her hand over his eyes, his nose and then trailing down towards his soft lips. She brought her fingers to her own lips, remembering how his lips felt on hers. Just thinking about it brought a smile to her face.

Dharam, who was presumably asleep, slightly opened his eyes in time to see Shayla's smile. He felt her hand on his face, over his lips, but didn't move a muscle. The two hadn't even gotten around to having a conversation with each other yet somehow, it felt like he had a connection with her.

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The rays of the sun came through the windows, filling the room with a warmth. Shayla stirred, trying to keep her eyes closed to continue her much needed sleep. Dharam, who had just come out from having a shower saw Shayla's troubled face. He went over to the windows and closed the curtains.

"Thank you," she said.

This was the first genuine thing she'd said to him since they started sharing a room.

"You're welcome," he smiled back, "I'll see you upstairs in a bit?"

"Definitely," she smiled back at him.

Everyone had made their way upstairs and they all looked as tired as Shayla. Clearly last night was a lot for everyone to take in. Kyra, still injured, was seated on the floor randomly spinning a fairly expensive bottle of wine. Shayla made her way towards Kyra and sat down.

"You know, there's a cool game we could play with that bottle," she smirked.

"Spin the bottle?" assumed Kyra.

"Come on, I know it's lame but what else is there to do?" questioned Shayla. She did have a fair point. There was hardly anything to do so it was better if they spiced things up between the group. "Hey guys, get over here!" she called out.

Everyone made their way towards the two girls and after some discussion everyone decided that playing one or two games was completely harmless, even if brothers would be kissing sisters and friends would be kissing friends. After all, that's what spin the bottle was all about. And needless to say, things got heated between the group that morning.