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08. Is It Really Him?

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~~~SHEHRY's POV~~~

As snowflakes slowly danced their way down onto my not so thick clothing, I struggled to stroll through the thick white sheets that were covering the roads. I blew hot air out of my mouth as my freezing nose was jammed already. Was it still a part of me? I couldn't quite tell anymore. After living in Mumbai for quite some time now, as much as I have missed this side of the winter season, I hate being here at this time of the year.

If the chilly weather and empty roads weren't enough, even my car had decided to ditch me. It stopped working a few hundred meters away and since then I had been pushing it with all the strength I had in me after a long flight. Now that I have finally spotted a house, I don't think I can drag this car anymore.

As I approached the house, I noticed that snow was thicker around it, indicating that no one had bothered to clean it. Maybe no one is at home? I wondered but, I had to take my chances as my body will stop functioning any moment. I rang the bell and stepped away, hoping for someone to be home. There was no response so I rang the bell again. Koi toh khol do.

Suddenly I head the lock clicking and I prepared myself for a mini speech. People living in such isolated areas can be a little too careful in such situation and close the door on your face. Why would they allow a stranger in their house like this anyway?

The door creaked. I sucked in the freezing air, almost torturing my lungs. "I am sorry my car broke down," I said, pointing towards my car, "I was wondering if I could-"

However; my voice ditched me when a familiar whisper brushed past my ears. "Sh-Shehry?" The voice asked and my head snapped in her direction.

"Asmaara?" I managed to ask, not being able to believe what was in front of me; in fact, who was in front of me. Her facial colours flushed just like the last time I saw met her.

Three years. It took me three damn years to realise that I needed to move on; that I needed to stop loving her. Yet; I couldn't even take my mind off her for a single second while writing the script. One thing that I really wished for was to not meet her on this trip and here I am, at her door step.

But, why is she here? She should have been in Auckland. Preet never mentioned about her moving here- or maybe, she just never mentioned it to me?

"Tum yahaan?" We both asked in unison and she lowered her gaze, pressing her lips together. Damn, she still looks the same; beautiful. I could stare at her all day long but; do I have the right to?

I couldn't feel the freezing wind torturing my lung anymore. In fact, breathing, itself, felt like a torture. Ya Allah! Yeh kahaan le aayi meri kismaat mujhe? I rolled my lips in while silently waiting for her to say something. I guess she was as shocked as I was.

I think I should say something par bolu bhi toh kya? Teen saal pehle kaunsa usne meri koi baat suni thi jo ab sunegi? Band kar do yeh darwaza mere muh par Asmaara, I am sure tum iss waqt yahi karna chahti ho. At least It's better than me walking away. Kam se kam yeh umeed toh nahi rahegi ki agar thora intezaar kar leta toh shayad tum rokk leti.

~~~ASMAARA'S POV~~~

Three years. After three long years, stands in front of me the very guy who fell for me but, I broke his heart. This is how I remember our friendship that he took to another level. I was finding it hard maintain the eye contact as I unwillingly recalled my last memory with him...