Devasena walked out of White Club, almost out of her mind. She knew she desperately needed to do two things in life right now, look for the book, and / or look for Amarendra. And she was quite afraid of the later now.

Because, knowing things through pages was better than experiencing visions, or feeling things that weren't normal. She had never had these in her twenty three years of life!  

But she knew , unlike Avanthika she couldn't just brush everything under the carpet. Because, Avanthika wasn't feeling what she was. She didn't know if things connected to her previous births, but she definitely knew she was connected to that man, in ways she didn't know of. 

Devasena walked into a book store and asked for the book. 

" I don't know of any such book. " , the man shrugged. 

" yeah... It's out of publications..." 

"wow!  Then why are you here? Go to old book stores down the college lane. " 

Devasena knew of the place, but she didn't just want to go exploring alone. As she walked out of the store, lost and dejected, typically banged by the unknown lyrics, she heard a voice that broke her trance. 

" Devasena Sehgal, right? " 

A man stood before her, typically beefy, with thick beard and a pair of eyes sharper than a hawk. Devasena knew she knew this man, but took almost five seconds to recognize.

" A...Adway Mathur... I believe. " ,she hesitated. 

The man smiled, " And I believe in what you believe. " 

" Ohhh... You look exactly like your profile picture! " , Devasena knew she sounded idiotic. 

" Haha... So honest. People really hardly look themselves in displays. Anyways, heard a lot from Baba about you, his most favourite girl with lots of pot..." 

Devasena interrupted. " look who's talking. The creator of a sculpture that was worth some thousand bucks... "

Adway smiled. 

" I have never seen you in two years. " , Devasena said. " Neither did BD sir say you were coming. " 

" Oh... Yeah I actually, surprised them today. Tomorrow is my parent's anniversary so... I just landed late in the morning." 

Devasena nodded and stood awkwardly, not knowing what she was supposed to say next. 

"Err... Coffee? " , Adway smiled wider. 

Devasena hesitated, but then agreed. After all he looked better than his intolerable father.

It was six in the evening, and Adway walked into the White Club. 

" You too a member ?" 

Devasena was astonished. Was everyone a member of this club now? 

" Yeah. One of the most mystique places of Bhopal. I am a member for almost four years now. " 

They went to the cafeteria, and talked about art. Two persons belonging to the same field always made a great company. And Devasena felt a lot better now. Like, a lot. 

They got up at around seven, and Adway insisted that he'd drop her home but she denied. Adway then took leave and said he'd visit the billiards room and walked away.

Devasena walked down the lounge to the stairs and just then she was called and stopped from the back by a person who looked like a waiter to her. 

" Good evening ma'am. You look kind. Actually your friend asked me to do a work which I couldn't complete. So please return this money to your friend. " , he handed a five hundred rupee note to an astonished Devasena. " Your friend looks stern. But when I saw you too at the cafeteria, I thought you could help. Thank you ma'am. " 

Before she could react, the man was gone. 

Friend!? Did he just think Adway was her friend? The stern friend? 

Totally taken aback, Devasena kept the money in a separate chain of her purse. She knew she had to return the money to its owner next time she met him. Or else return it to the waiter. She now remembered correctly that the waiter belonged to the cafeteria and was staring at them time and again.

Devasena walked out of the club once again, and almost fainted. 

The man in question stood, resting slightly on his bike, his signature position. 

Couldn't he just leave her alone? 

As usual, her feet wouldn't move. She stood still as if locked. 

" Hi." , Amarendra said, as if they met by chance again. Devasena tried to smile. 

"Are you afraid of me? " 

WHAAT? 

The man could really talk on point though. 

" N.. No! " , Devasena stammered, looking away. 

" Fine. But if you say a yes... I  promise to depart from your life forever. And I keep my promises. " , very distinct. 

For a second, Devasena felt the world was slipping away. And the next she felt she was gasping for breath. She uttered as fast as she could. "I'm not afraid of you. Why should I be? " 

Amarendra smiled and started his bike. And Devasena got up on his back, without a single explainable reason.

" Where are we going? " , Devasena asked after almost ten minutes of a silent ride.

" Nowhere." 

Devasena didn't reply back. Because she wanted exactly that. Maybe not the man..but the house, that house, didn't suit her. She felt comfortable with him, and she realised that everytime she was with him. But the doubt and fear started only after he left her. 

Devasena carefully observed his side face, titling her head slightly from the back. Men could always be handsome, but only some men could be royal, and he was one such. 

" the song was beautiful. " , he uttered. 

Devasena shivered and moved away, realising she had drifted unnecessarily close. She very well knew which song he was talking about. 

And hence, out of the blue, suddenly she asked, " What song was that? " 

" a lullaby. " 

" and you heard it for... " 

" the millionth time. " 

Amarendra stopped the bike on the roadside beside a hill.  Devasena got down. Nothing much astonished her anymore, rather she knew, Amarendra could answer everything. 

Amarendra stood at a cliff by the roadside and breathed in. Devasena went and stood beside. 

" Why don't you tell me everything that links us, Amarendra? " 

Amarendra looked at her, with a pair of deep yet calm eyes. 

" doesn't make much sense Devasena. You should go through what I have gone through exactly. Only that will enrich you with the passion. The kind of passion that can drive a man through millions of kilometers to a country he had never seen in this life, to finish what's unfinished. The kind of passion that makes you madly, badly look for and crave for someone, to the extent that you find that someone out. It's not easy Devasena, not at all to be blurted out, and believed. You have to write your own story. And also... I don't know the whole of your story. " 

Devasena stood dumbstruck. While Amarendra left her alone, on the dark roadside. As his bike disappeared, tears streamed down her face, yet again without an explainable reason. 

The phone beeped, and after almost an hour of a thoughtless stroll back to the PG, Devasena opened the message inbox. Joshita. 

" Bhaalu is in country. Get ready to die. " ,with a lots of lovestruck emoticons. 

Devasena almost forgot. BD called his son not Adway, but something else, and that something was more famous now. Bhaalu had already rended hearts with his dashing pictures. And Devasena felt she was not even a girl at times. 

" Met him. " , she replied back. Let her die now. 

She closed her phone. Only she knew, this world and its people hardly meant anything to her, more after today. 

Back to her room, without Avanthika still in, she lay down, wrapped in a blanket, but without a drop of sleep in her eyes. 

A black and white photo, torn from a book,  burnt in someone's hand . While the someone uttered distinctly, " Burn woman. You killed your son. And almighty won't ever forgive you...ever! "