Anaisha drove to their building, all the while imagining Hasan's reaction. A smile plastered on her face. She dragged her suitcase from the elevator and happily carried it to the apartment.

The door opened and Hasan came into the view. Anaisha smiled at him but he remained unresponsive.

"Has—"

"Someone is here for you." He said dryly, taking her luggage from her. Anaisha's smile dropped. She followed him inside and was greeted by a familiar voice. A voice she had never wanted to hear again.

"Anaisha!"

She stopped in her tracks, as a young man approached her with his arms open. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and jeans, with his under-cut hairstyle neatly gelled. The next moment, he engulfed her in a hug. Just then, Hasan walked in. Seeing them, made him uncomfortable but he ignored the feeling. He cleared his throat and the man parted.

"Hasan, please excuse us for a moment."- Anaisha grabbed the man's arm and dragged him to the room. Hasan watched as she slammed the door shut behind them.

She turned to the man. He grinned at her, - "What are you doing here, Yuvaan?" She glared at him.

Yuvaan tugged on his collar, - "For you, my love." He opened his arms. Anaisha slapped his hands away. She took a step closer to him,

- "I said I don't want to ever see you again. And you—"

"Came from Seattle to Mumbai for you. To apologize to you, Anaisha. You know I love you and—"

"That is why you slept with Urvashi, right?"

Yuvaan sighed, looking away, - "Anaisha!"- He reached out to hold her shoulders, but she stepped back, - "I told you that was a moment of weakness. Just one—"

"That I caught you. Who knows how many times you guys—and with how many women? Had I not caught you, this would have continued behind my back."

Yuvaan massaged his forehead, - "Anaisha, I am tired of explaining to you. Look—let's just start afresh, please. You know I love you so much and you love me too."

Anaisha angrily folded her arms, - "I loved you, but you don't—"

"Listen, Anaisha. I love you, that is the truth. What happened between me and Urvashi, that wasn't love. That was just—lust and—"

"How easy it is for you, right? Lust and love. If you loved me, truly, you wouldn't have been lusting over another woman. At least, you would have respected me and stayed away from temptations."

"It is not easy."
Anaisha raised her eyebrows, - "Are you telling me, men will be men, crap? There are millions of committed and loyal men, do you think they don't get tempted? They might, but do they all cheat on their partners? I have met a man who respects me and, controls his desires."

Yuvaan blinked at her and then laughed, - "You mean that chomu?"- He pointed at the door and chuckled some more. Without a second thought, Anaisha slapped him across his face. He abruptly stopped snickering.

"Get out of my house." She held his arm and dragged him with her. Hasan was surprised to hear the commotion and hurried from the kitchen. Anaisha opened the door and threw Yuvaan out. He was in shock as she slammed the door on his face.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." She stormed towards the room and closed the door with a thud. The doorbell rang again. Hasan hesitated and opened the door. Yuvaan adjusted his hair and straightened.

"I want to talk to Anaisha." He tried to sound normal.

Hasan looked behind him and then back at Yuvaan, - "Uh, I don't know you. But Anaisha is clearly not interested in talking to you."

Yuvaan cleared his throat, placing his hands into his trouser pockets, - "Look Mister, this is none of your business and—"

"As a gentleman I have to make sure that you don't make my wife feel uncomfortable," Hasan replied politely, before closing the door on him.

Yuvaan pushed the door, taking him by surprise.

"What did you say? Wife? You guys are married." He sounded amused. Then, he looked at him with a judging gaze. Hasan was offended.

"Can you leave?"

Yuvaan scoffed, - "Listen, I don't know why Anaisha married you, but I am sure it wasn't for love. Because"- He straightened, puffing out his chest, - "She loves me." He said with full confidence.

Hasan was taken aback by his confidence. It made him believe this man. He sighed, - "Look, I don't know you. But it is obvious that she isn't interested in talking to you." Hasan tried to sound as polite as he could.

Yuvaan opened his mouth to respond, Anaisha walked into the hall again.

"Wait." She stood in front of Yuvaan, - "Let's go out somewhere to clear things out."

Yuvaan smirked and glanced at Hasan smugly.

"Sure, love." He extended his hand but Anaisha walked past him. He took a deep breath, threw a look at Hasan before closing the door on his face.

Hasan couldn't understand nor explain to himself the feeling of sadness, and frustration to know what they wanted to talk about.

"I don't know why Anaisha married you, but I am sure it wasn't for love. Because she loves me."

Wasn't it obvious that their marriage was an agreement? Anaisha was always focused on her revenge, it was him who got distracted and hoped their marriage could be life-long. Hasan sighed, sitting on the sofa. What was he thinking and expecting? He rubbed his face with his palm. If Anaisha loved Yuvaan, truly, then they should be together. This revenge has to stop.

Hours passed and Hasan began to feel restless. There was another feeling that was bothering him, and it irritated him. Many times, he considered calling her but then decided otherwise. Perhaps the two needed some privacy. Obviously, Yuvaan was more important to her than him.

Hasan rubbed his palms and slumped on the sofa, falling back. He closed his eyes and didn't realize when he fell asleep. Some time passed and there was a ring at the door. He was jolted from his sleep. Dazed, he checked the time, and it was half-past nine. Swiftly, he got up from the sofa and hurried to get the door.

Anaisha stood on the other side, before he could say anything she fell against him, resting her head against his chest.

"Um,"- Hasan looked around, then gently held her shoulder and stirred her inside the apartment. He made her sit on the couch and got her a glass of water.

"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" He spoke gently as he sat next to her.

Anaisha took a gulp and nodded, - "First, I want to freshen up."

"Sure." Came in a prompt reply.

As Anaisha showered, Hasan prepared dinner for them. She stepped into the living room and noticed him. A small smile appeared on her lips.

"Hey!" She called, tossing back her damp hair. Hasan looked up as he placed a porcelain bowl on the table.

"Dinner is ready."

She hummed as she absent-mindedly walked towards the table. Hasan had begun to serve some rice on her plate. Anaisha held his hand and he paused.

"I know you are offended with Yuvaan. Please don't mind him. He is a**h**e."

Hasan just shook his head; he didn't want to confess that their relationship did bother him.

"It is okay,"- he tried to sound cool, - "He was your past. And even if you two want to be together then I don't have any problem. Anyway, we were planning to di—"

"Seriously?"- Anaisha sounded disappointed, - "You have no problem?"

Hasan faked a smile, - "I not jealous or possessive type and besides—we are more of friends."

Anaisha raised her eyebrows, - "Yeah, friends."- She pulled her chair with a screech and roughly tapped it on the floor.

"Any problem?"

"Nothing!"

Hasan pressed his lips and sat beside her, - "By the way, I was angry with you and how effortlessly you have turned the table." He chuckled.

Anaisha looked at him, surprised, - "Really?"- she spoke as she picked up one Roti, - "You were angry?"

"Yes. What you did in college was not cool at all. You know how embarrassed I was?" He looked away.

Now, she realized why he was giving her cold shoulder. She sighed, - "I am sorry. It was just harmless—"

"It wasn't harmless, okay." Hasan snapped, - "I am the talk of the college. Everyone is gossiping rubbish about us and especially me."

"Okay, okay. I am sorry."- She gently caressed his wrist and smiled lovingly at him. This gesture melted him, and he smiled a little.

"Promise, you won't repeat this again."

"Promise."- She pinched her throat and then muttered under breath, - "Anyway, the message I wanted a certain person to know must have reached them."

After dinner, Anaisha ordered tea for him, much to Hasan's resistance. Soon, their order came, and she got it. Hasan stood on the balcony.

"What took you so long?" He casually asked.

Anaisha smiled, leaning her hands against the railing, - "I went to the Singhaniya Mansion after meeting up with Yuvaan. Anyway, we barely spoke. My decision was final. I didn't want to give him any chance. One chance was enough. I hate cheaters." She replied with full confidence. Hasan was so much relieved that it showed on his face. But to hide it he smiled and agreed with her.

"Then, I received a call from Minal. You know,"- Anaisha looked excitedly at Hasan, her eyes twinkled, - "She found out about Abhinav's other family. She called me and insisted I be present when she and her family trash Abhinav. She brought her family with her and created a huge scene at the Villa. Some of Abhinav's business partners were there, they will surely spread the words."- Anaisha grabbed Hasan's hand, - "One of her cousins, is a lawyer. She is not going to leave him so easily. She has filed for divorce and will also register a case against him for fraud. Maybe Abhinav will escape jail but imagine, imagine Hasan, the mudslinging at the Singhaniya's. And the look on Anahita Devi's face was so satisfying. She was pale as a ghost and looked like she would tip off any moment." She grinned devilishly.

Hasan didn't know how to react. He was happy that Minal found out the truth but then—

"I guess our marriage wasn't needed." He shrugged.

Anaisha's smile dropped, - "Our marriage was like a backup plan, in case—I didn't know Minal will react so strongly."

Hasan sighed and then swallowed down the remaining tea from the tall paper cup, - "I guess—we should—um—"

"End it?" Anaisha completed his sentence. He looked guiltily at her. She gulped softly, looking away, - "Weren't you the one, who wanted to—stay married for—" She was surprised that she had begun to hope that this was forever. But it doesn't matter to him. Nothing mattered to him, he wasn't bothered by Yuvaan and is even cool with them parting. She was the stupid one who got emotional and—

Hasan shook his head, he reached out for her hand, but she moved away, - "Don't mistake me—" Before he could defend himself, Anaisha turned around and marched into the room. She was never an emotional type, then how and why did she let her guard down? Why did she let him so close that he hurt her so badly? But the biggest question of all, was why was she so upset? Why has it affected her?

She turned to the other side of the bed and closed her eyes. Tears pricked her eyes, but she tried to take them back. Hasan looked at her and hesitated before grabbing his pillow. Then, he took a blanket from the cupboard. Anaisha heard the door softly close, she raised her head and sighed sadly. 

OMG! Hasan how do you manage to spoil Anaisha's mood. Please think before you speak *facepalm* 

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