15. Confrontation

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Jaani ne ro roke samandar bhar diye
Kya tum bhi ro ro ke nadiyan bharte ho

Ek baat batao to yaadon mein marte ho
Kya tum humse ab bhi mohabbat karte ho

Ek baat batao to yaadon mein marte hoKya tum humse ab bhi mohabbat karte ho

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" He is my Brother. " I hear Shivi say standing next to the woman I saw yesterday. I muster up a smile. I won't lie but I did think about her today and even now I tried to scan the party for the short-haired girl.

" Bhaisa this is Meera. My friend." Shivi says holding my hand and smiling brightly at Me. There are countless women with the same name it's no big deal. But now looking at her makes my heart thump in my ears.

It's not possible.

My gaze shifts back to the woman who still hasn't turned around her hair blocking her side profile.

" Pleasure To meet you," I say taking a step and pushing my thoughts of Meera in the dark corner of my fragmented heart.

My extended hand fall back when my gaze lands on her face. It feels like God is trying some prank on Me. The woman who has haunted my night and day is standing in front of Me with a smile on her face. A smile.

She isn't the same girl I loved she has changed. Almost that I can't accept that she is the one. But she is.

The hair I loved running my hands through was ending on her shoulder. The red lipstick doesn't look like something My Meera would ever touch but that's the fact she isn't mine. Her Dimond nose pin glinting.

I feel like laughing Looking at her smile.

Does she even remember Me? Or seven years were enough for her to completely forget about me. That she ever had a boyfriend.

Who loved her.

" Nice to Meet you Mr Ranawat. " She extends her hand.

If her smile wasn't enough to kill me her words do a splendid job of pricking my heart with a million sharp needles before cutting it open.

" Bhaisa." Shivi gives my hand a squeeze trying to bring me back to reality but my heart is still playing her memories like a broken record.

" Hmm." That's all I manage looking at her retreating hand. Even when I have so many questions to ask.

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