Fawad looks out of the window longingly, wishing he could get out the car. If a hour of flight isn't enough, he also has to go through a car ride. All he can do is admire the beaches, the sunlight and the everlasting sea as the car drives on. The urge to go outside is the one thing he wants to do yet it's impossible. He's trapped in a metal cart that disaposses posiness toxic in the air instead of breathing the fresh air he craves.

He sighs once again, watching beach goers walk and laugh. A grin appears to his face as soon as he realizes that could be him in awhile - if he gets the promotions over and done with.

Varun, Alia, Ranveer, Ranbir and Deepika are all expected to be here along with Fawad. For the time he's here, he has to share a hotel with them. Thankfully Fawad doesn't have to deal with a roommate.

A smile plays on his lips as the hotel comes to view. A five story building with balconies on each level; it's simply huge. They have a indoor pool, five star ratings, spas, gyms and anything you ask for. It's almost perfect, amazing for a holiday.

A strictly working holiday anyways, Fawad is still espected to work at promotions, deal with paparazzi and interviews. The joy of being famous.

But Fawad doesn't really mind. His passion is acting and he's glad to be doing it. Not many people get the chance like him unless they have famous family members.

As soon as the taxi stops in front of his hotel, Fawad doesn't bother to say goodbye to the taxi driver. Immediately, he slams the door open, finally breathing in the fresh air. "Bhai, merai passe? (Brother, my money?)" The taxi driver asks in fluent Hindi.

Fawad takes out his bags and hands over the wad of cash happily. Land, sweet land is the only thing he can think of as he looks over the scenery. The doors of the hotel is guarded by two tall, burly men and it's made of glass allowing Fawad to see inside.

Sighing, Fawad tugs on his suitcase inside. As soon as the A.C. air hits him, he hears a male voice shouting. "I am not sharing a room with Fawad! There's so many floors on this building, what do you mean you don't have enough rooms? A booking error? I'll make you into error, just you wait!"

Fawad's eyes widen as his grip tightens on his lauggage. A roommate? On his right, Varun appears yelling at a poor attendant. "Can't he just sleep in the gym or something," Varun sighs as he rubs his forehead.

"Why don't you sleep in the gym?" Fawad snaps at Varun. Varun glares at Fawad as he takes in his simple black V neck and jeans. Slightly imitated, Fawad takes a step back but then steps foreward again.

"Why don't you both sleep in the gym," the attendant mumbles, glancing at the floor causing both the boys to stare at him. As soon as the attendant catches them glaring at him, he puts his hands up in surrender.

"I can't do anything sir. You guys are stuck together as far as I'm concerned," he apologizes as Varun and Fawad glare each other down. This isn't at all what Fawad has in mind. Privacy is something he enjoys and he doesn't want to share his private space with someone who's like a stranger.

The only times Fawad has seen Varun is in movies, interviews and the occasional glance at parties. Now, Fawad felt glad to not known him before instead of feeling regret.

"What room is it?" Fawad finally brings up his voice to speak, giving up on his own room. The attendant sighs, probably wanting to leap in the air in joy. Instead, he passes a key to Fawad.

"You guys have to share a key," he shrugs as he looks back to his screen. Now Fawad can't even go into his room without having Varun know. Great, just great. Varun sneaks a look at Fawad, trying to get a better look at him without making Fawad think he is checking him out.

"Let's go, roomie," Fawad rolls his eyes as he says the word. They walk over to the elevator and Varun presses the button. The awkward silence carries on until they reach their room.

Fawad lets the door swing open, revealing a white couch, a tv, a white rug and a built in kitchen. In the next room, there's two beds, two closets and two bedside tables along with a baloney of an amazing view. There's also a bathroom in another room.

You'd expect them to have better bookings after seeing the amazing place. "I'll keep the keys," Varun states, grabbing the keys from Fawad's hand. At first, Fawad responds with a open mouth then he regains himself and straights his posture.

"You're thinking wrong, it's mine to keep," Fawad answers, grabbing the keys.

"I'm more responsible."
"You wish. I bet you can't even keep a pet dog for more than three days."
"His name was Chandini and he was my dog for more than seven days! I win!" Varun yells.

"You named a male dog Chadini? I think I win," Fawad raises a eyebrow. He quickly snatches the keys back, putting them in his back pockets. Unless Varun is extremely desperate, there's no way he'll try to grab it out of his tight jeans.

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Surprisingly Kiran (Krazy_Kiran) was the only one who guessed that I (Maya) wrote the last chapter. I thought if was obvious XD so I wrote about myself in third POV (which went against everything I was taught).

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- Maya.