Love Happens

From London to Hindusthan.

"Rahul can you stop annoying the hell outta me. I don't wanna talk with you. You get that..!"

This was what i had told to him, unaware of the multiple pairs of eyes staring in our way. Everyone cooed and was delighted to see the new couple fight for silly things. They thought this was the way they start loving each other unconditionally. They didn't know their theory was wrong afterall for i , Elena Riaz Kapoor am not falling in love with this jerk standing beside me. For he had lied to me, i hate him even more now.

We all reach the terminal with Rahul insisting on carrying my bag and i did not let him do that. i am strong enough or at least thats what i thought. I struggled to keep myself straight but put on a good show.

"Leela you know what ? I can carry your bag." He said for what seemed like the trillionth time.

I pretended not to hear him. Childish I know.
We reach the checking place and soon board the flight.

The air hostess come to our resque and take us to our respective seats. I look at my ticket and near 18A. I keep my bag in the top storage.

"I get the window seat." I groan , frustrated at his voice. I turn to look at him he was just behind me and i dash into him yet again. Seriously i used to be athletic and all but i have got to get a grip on myself for i find myself falling or tripping in the presense of him. I distant myself from him.

"I don't want to sit near you !!" I whine breaking the awkward silence building between us.

"Mam is there a problem.?" A hostess asks.

"Never at all ma lady. I will ask you if i need anything." He said winking at her she turns away quickly.. blushing i guess.

"Seriously Rahul , you are flirting.!?" I ask astonished. I felt something, a  burning feeling in my heart and my stomach dropped. ( A/N: thats how i feel when i get jealous of my boyfriend(ex) :P )

"Yep." He says smirking. He's got to be kidding me.

I rush in to the broad gap first, taking the window seat. I glance at him with the corner of my eyes. He shakes his head slightly, smiling.

"Someone is jealous." He said in a playful tone.

"In your dreams." I say. If this is how jealousy felt then my brain is playing tricks on me.

The only time i felt better travelling in business class would be now cause the wide gap between the two seats helped a lot now.

Rahul scrunched his nose at the gap which made me smile like an idiot.

"Can we watch DDLJ.? " he asked with puppy dog eyes.

I love DDLJ but that didn't mean i would watch it with him giving up my anger.

"No thanks." I said. i took out my iPhone and plugged in the headphones playing One Direction Albums. Yeah i loved them. Don't look at me that way. Just because Zayn left them didn't mean i would love them any lesser. I am not talking to Zayn too.

I felt Rahul's eyes on me after sometime. I knew he is about to rant something. I think of not taking out my headphones but decide against it.

"Seriously! ONE DIRECTION..!?!! Its that gay band right." He exclaimed. I could hear some of the old passengers shushing us so i glare at Rahul.

"I cannot believe you just said that.!! What's wrong with 1D. They are not gay okay. Shut it Rahul before i knock you out." I said giving him the devils eye.

"You' really need to Grow up Elena.."

"I hate you." I say and plug iny headphones again zoning out, but i change to Bollywood songs. How good it would have been if only i had my Mia to argue back with this idiot. I remember how we both had cried for one long day for Zayn and tears form. threatening to fall and i let it.

Jeena jeena kaise jeena nah seeka meine jeena mere hum dhum..

..

"Elena get up." I heard him say but in a husky voice and his voice was too close and his cologne's scent was too strong but too delicious. I open my eyes to  find myself snuggled into his arms reaching over the wide seat. I had his right arm in my grip and my forehead was probably on his shoulder. I was face to face with Rahul for a long five seconds before i pulled myself out and looked out of the window. How much time was i like that? Snuggled into him. If i am sure i wasn't feeling vulnerable with him anymore. I don't why.

After seconds i fasten up the belts for the landing. Finally to India for i have been here just once. When mumma and papa died.

Meera's P.O.V, London

I was done packing my bags. I need to get some sleep into my system. It was almost 9 pm here it means its early morning in India. I shook off my thoughts on how Elena would end up being sleep deprived due to the jet lag. She sleeps like an elephant. I smiled recalling the memories of our girls night. How she had touched my drool. Its a sensitive subject. I soon start sniffing.
I wipe off my tears and lay down on my side of the bed. I had a flight to catch at 5:30am toThe city of Love, Paris. Yeah that's where the shooting was. My manager called yet again to remind me about the timings.
I sigh and sink my face into the pillow only to discover i couldn't breath. It turned out to be a knowledgeable night..

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I wake up shrinking my eyes at the irritating beeping noise coming off the alarm. The only thing that stopped me from breaking it was that it was my phone. Realization hits me and i wake up. I get ready in an hour , so soon i know. I wear a skinny jeans and match it with a thin, striped cardigan red and blue. I wear my hair lose and wear my muffs. I wasn't in a mood to dress up well so i just put some moisturizer and blush before i recheck my luggage. I hear a prolonged horn outside and look outside the window to see the outlines of a Limo, sent here to pick me up for the airport. Ya it was a big arse sponser that i had some how managed to get in my kitty after all these years. Its my dream come true. Its just matter of days before i shoot for the album and then release it in a month and then , i can go back home, to my mom and Abhi for i will no longer be at my dad's mercy for he said that i had such middle class dream. But little did he know Sapne ki koi class nahi hothi.