It's been a week after I had that heated argument with Randhir and we both have not talked properly since then. Randhir has took each and every word of mine literally and is giving me my space. Things are happening the way I wanted them to happen but I am still not happy. I have kept myself busy in studies and work but sometimes my mind just drifts to him.

How long will it take for these feelings to go away?

"Sanyukta?" Aryan calls out and I look up. This guy has been a great friend. He always tries to cheer me up. He is very helpful and caring.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"Tumne ab tak ek bhi bite nahi khaya? Should I make something else for you?" he asks with concern. I have been having dinner with him since my 1st day and he always drops me back. Doing a part time job was a very good decision, I guess.

"Nahi nahi. I am just not hungry" I say.

"You are never hungry." He states. I start eating and he visibly relaxes.

"Tumhare sarr pe kuch hai" he says and I immediately touch my forehead.

"Gaya?" I ask. He shakes his head. I take a tissue to wipe whatever it is but he takes it away.

"Tissue se nahi hatega. Tumhari smile se shayad hatt jaaye. Itna tension sarr pe leke ghumti ho. Come on.. smile." I give him a small but genuine smile.

"Tension lene wali ladkiya jaldi buddhi ho jaati hai" he states.

"Toh tum mujhe buddhi keh rahe ho" I say and fake being very hurt. He is taken aback and quickly apologizes. I chuckle looking at his scared face. He rolls his eyes and we both leave the house and sit in the car.

"20 questions continue kare?" He asks. Oh those questions I had totally forgot about.

"It's your turn" he tells me.

Umm.. what should I ask him? "What was the best moment in your life?" I ask. His lips tug up with a smile like he is remembering something.

"I was in my ninth grade. There was this competition where they give a topic on the spot and we have to give a speech. My parents were present and my topic was 'papa'. I know very easy one. But I searched for my dad in the crowd and just poured my heart out talking about him. The whole crowd was cheering at the end of my speech. My dad was cheering the most. Even in the dim lights I could see that his eyes were glazing with unshed tears. I got the first prize. That was the happiest day of my life. Not because I won the competition, but because I won my dad's heart." He says.

I place my hand on his and give it a gentle squeeze. He seems lost and is driving the car quietly.

"What about you?" he asks.

I decide to lighten his mood. "Whenever I eat gulaab jamuns, those are the happiest moments of my life." I say and he laughs.

"Gulaab jamuns? Seriously?" he asks and I nod with a grin. We discuss about the best sweet dishes during the rest of the ride. Soon we say our goodbyes and I go to my room.

I open the door and Randhir is punching his punching bag vigorously. He is shirtless and sweaty. Not that gross kind of sweaty.. um. I feel hot. I mean the temperature inside the room is hot. He briefly glances at me and continues beating the hell out of that bag. I just stand there awestruck. His hair is damp and his arms' muscles are flexing with each punch. And those abs.... Oh god! I just look away and keep my purse on the bed.

"Ahh freak" Randhir suddenly hisses and I look up to see blood dripping down his knuckles.

"Randhir" I run towards him and gently lift his hand and examine his knuckles. They have turned red. He snatches his hand away and turns around.

"Thak gayi hogi na tum. So jaao" he says.

Okay so my permanent dialogue is being used against me. I remove ice from the mini fridge in our room and wrap it in a small cloth. I again take his hand and he snatches it again.

"Randhir!" I glare at him and this time hold his hand firmly. I slowly dab the ice on his knuckles, blowing a little. I also apply cooling cream. Why is he hurting himself like this? I guess he and Sanaya had a fight.

It must be hurting so much. It's hurting me looking at his knuckles. I am again caring too much. I was supposed to hate him. But how can I leave him just like that when he is in pain. I will never be able to do something like that. I look up to see that he is already staring at me. He holds my gaze with his and as much as I want to look away, I can't.

I look at his handsome face closely. There is a little stubble on his jaw which is making him look a bit rough and rugged. There are bags under his eyes obviously from lack of sleep. This is not the charming, cheerful Randhir I know. He seems so stressed and tired.

"Kya tum thik ho?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Nahi" he whispers. I want to ask why but I stop myself.

"Sab thik ho jaayega" I tell him and get up and go to the washroom. I quickly change and lie on the bed. Randhir turns off the lights.

After around 10 minutes he whispers "Sanyukta?" I don't answer and close my eyes shut and pretend to be asleep.

"Sanaya wants me to change the room. But..... I wanna stay.. with you" Tears fill my eyes listening to those words. "I miss you.." he says in the end and the tears start flowing freely now. I close my eyes shut and cry silently to sleep.

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I know all the chapters are depressing nowadays.. but just in the next 1 or 2 chapters there will be the biggest twist. Happy reading :)