Shivani's P.O.V-
"Noooooooo"
"Somebody please help"
"Oh please God, don't let this happen" I sobbed.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
I was weeping when Arjun barged into the living room.
"What happened, why are you crying" he asked.
Crying, no I wasn't crying.
I was mourning.
"What's wrong Shivani" he asked again when I didn't answer.
" To-okyo died" I whispered.
"What" he asked with a questioning look.
"Tokyo died" I said a little bit loud this time and pointed towards the TV.
He looked at the TV for a while then looked at me again with disbelief.
"Are you insane, you were crying because some character from a movie died" he said with perplexity.
"Movie? It's not a movie you idiot. It's Money Heist, one of the greatest series of this decade" I said.
He looked at me as if I was speaking Hebrew.
"So what, your precious Tokyo dies and you wake up the whole Mumbai at 3 in the morning?" he questioned.
"She isn't my precious Tokyo. I don't like her, she always puts professors plan in jeopardy, but she wasn't supposed to die" I babbled shedding my tears.
" Stop crying Shivani and go back to sleep" he said with frustration.
" I don't want to sleep, you go" I answered back.
" If you don't get up from the sofa then I'm gonna drag you to your bed" he retorted.
Normally I would have challenged him but right now I didn't had the strength to argue. So I got up and went to my room.
Yeah my room.
What did you expect, that I would share a room with that idiot.
Impossible
The day we arrived in Mumbai, Arjun had asked me to chose any room which I wanted, well other than his.
It's been 2 weeks since then.
I usually spend my time visiting Rahul in his movie set or I hang out with Karan. Karan is now my friend not Arjun's.
Me and Arjun, well we rarely see each other. He spends most of his time in the office and I waste my time partying.
What, I am on my summer vacation, I don't have anything else to do.
Badi Ma has been forcing us to go for a trip since we didn't had our honeymoon but somehow we have always avoided it.
Thinking about all these stuffs I went to sleep.
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I woke up at 8 in the morning and went to kitchen to have some food.
I was on my way when I saw Arjun having his breakfast while reading his reports. He was in his Tee and track pant.
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