Madness and Magic...❤️

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It had been five days since Sidharth left, he had messaged her many times after reaching Mumbai, and she had also replied, but it was so formal it almost felt like they were strangers again,he had called her too but she always came up with some excuse not to talk.. 3 days ago,he went to the shooting location where his network was spotty so he would just send few messages but today he hadn't messaged her at all, the silence from him was killing her and her heart had started to worry.

She lay on her bed, her face was buried in the pillow, "Bas two more days, then he'll be back," she thought
trying to convince herself that things would go back to normal once he returned ,she would apologize and try to make things like it was earlier but every time she remembered the impulsive but super hot kiss , she couldn't stop herself from pressing her face harder into the pillow as if that could erase the awkwardness.

She hadn't even spoken to Samarth properly since Sunday.She had been too caught up in the preparation for the fundraiser and when she was free ,she would confined herself to her room.And whenever she was in her room,she would bury her face in the pillow.

"But what if he regretted it too?" The thought almost killed her
She reached for her phone, unlocked it with a quick swipe and opened their chat and then took a look at the picture he had sent the morning after reaching Mumbai. It was a selfie, his face looked tired as if he hadn't slept the previous night and his bottom lip looked visibly red, irritated and swallen.

"Shall I go to the doctor, or will it get better on its own?" he had texted, and she knew exactly what meant. She hadn't replied properly then, but she had seen the picture around thousand time till now. She stared at the picture once again and crunched her eyes shut, as if trying to block out the guilt and shame eating her.

It was her fault,she knew. She was the one who had kissed him impulsively and recklessly in an attempt to silence everything that was boiling inside her but then again, he had kissed her back, also. She couldn't remember the sequence of events but she clearly remembered how he pulled her by gripping her hair and smashed his lips on hers,"bhagwanji.... I know maine bohat baar aapko bola tha ke aisa kuch kijie ke kam se kam kiss ho jaye but phir us se initiate karwana tha na,why me,abhi is guilty ka kya karun"
She opened her eyes, staring at the screen and thought.

"Kya soch raha hoga mere ware main, abhi sorry bolke jhamela khtama kar deti hoon... bol dungi shayad mere coffee main woh chudail ,kutti kuch mila di thi.... " she was about to type a sorry massage when she stopped, he didn't stop her and to the contrary he leaned in,fisted her hair,grabbed her cheek and kissed her back which had left her breathless and confused,why should she say sorry?.

"Waise soch kya raha hoga?" She couldn't guess. His messages had been so normal, so casual, like nothing had happened between them.What if he was waiting for her to say something? What if he regretted it, but didn't know how to bring it up? Or worse,what if it really didn't mean anything to him at all. She had no idea what was in his mind and that not knowing was driving her crazy.

"Why hadn't he called or messaged today?" Usually, even if it was just a quick message, he made sure to check on her. Then out of curiosity, she opened Instagram and searched for Sumedha, the model he was working with on the shoot. She was gorgeous with perfect features "Huh under the knife goi hogi,itni seedhi naak kisi ki hoti hai" she felt a tad bit jealous

Then she saw her recent pictures, which was updated few minutes back "Shooting diaries," the caption read. There were a few behind-the-scenes snaps, but one picture made her stop,Sumedha was sitting at a dinner table with the crew and there he was, right next to her. He had a smile on his face and he leaned slightly towards Sumedha.