❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
The years he spent loving her from afar. She was out of his league, also for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy en...
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The elevator door split open, and the two girls hurried out. Kriti developed cold feet after no response to their knocking. Dania shushed her and asked her to wait outside if she was too worried.
"He will get us arrested."
Dania smirked, - "Tabish is a very useful boyfriend. Also, never underestimate a beautiful woman's power." She winked at the end.
She unlocked the door and took a deep breath before opening the door. Kriti held both their purses against her chest and kept making prayers under her breath.
Dania walked in and let out a breath. The room was empty, but neatly done. Except for video game on the screen, and gaming console on the couch. The cupboard was half open. She dropped her shoulders, turned around and took small steps towards the door. Just as she reached for the door, a man's whistling made her freeze.
Dania smiled, fixing her hair and turned.
Sarfaraz seem to not notice her. He was busy whistling, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Dressed in emerald, green lacy Kurtha and another towel wrapped around his waist.
Dania entwined her fingers, playing with her red manicured nails.
"Sarfaraz."
He paused, and slowly lowered the towel from his hand.
"Pooja?" He looked aghast.
Dania smiled nervously, - "Hi!" She waved a little.
"I am sorry, I had to come this way, but my frie—" In hurry, her thigh hit the back of the sofa. She winced.
"Aaram se!" Sarfaraz took a step, but stopped in his track and straightened.
"Please leave, Pooja."
"Dania—my name—" She hesitated noticing healing fingernail wound on the back of his palm. Instantly, she recollected the encounter in the alley with the hooded man. Dania looked away, though she was drunk she couldn't forget something that had been disturbing her sleep.
Sarfaraz wiped sweat off his forehead, faint laughter ringing in his ears. Consciously, he clenched his towel.
"Pooja—Dania, whoever you are. Leave."
"It was you." She pointed at him.
He glared at her, - "Enough of games, it is not funny anymore. Leave or I will call the security."
Dania hurried to him, standing few steps away from him.
"You are playing games with me. It was you—accept it." She reached out for his hand, but he pulled away.
"Okay, it was me. What are you going to do about it?"
Dania frowned, moving her body little back, - "That night—you said my name. How did you know I wasn't Pooja—and just now, you called me Pooja."
