Maine Pyaar Kyun Kiya?

I know I made a mistake But...

'Pyaar mein junoon hai par dosti mein sukoon hai.' ~ Anushka Sharma in Ae Dil Hai Mushkil 

Varun P.O.V.

Once we're in her trailer, we drop the few boundaries that we still bother to keep up in front of people – or rather the ones we keep up in front of the people that are still getting to know us. The crew that know us, the people that haven't changed since Humpty, call it our first day formalities; we'd drop the walls once the new members got used to us.

Within minutes of walking through the door, both of us had shed our shoes and thin jackets and I was sat on the padded bench with Alia's head in my lap. 'So, spill.' she commanded, not bothering to voice the question that should follow, knowing that I'd read it on her face – another thing we tried not to do in front of the new crew members, aware that it might freak them out a little.

'It's nothing.' I told her in answer to the unasked what's up with you? She raised an eyebrow, telling me to try again and I sighed. 'First promise not to kill me if I tell you.'

'Okay, I won't kill you. Promise.' she did as asked, looking at me expectantly.

'So, there's this girl, I used to know her, dated her when I was in school. We met up recently and hit it off. I thought it'd be another fling but...' I trailed off, waiting for her to complete the thought for me.

'But you caught feelings for her.' she stated knowingly. I nodded despite the fact that it wasn't a question and she chuckled slightly. "And I'm guessing that you made up some elaborate lie to explain the playboy attitude instead of just telling the truth?' she queried, laughing some more at the sheepish nod I gave. 'Okay, now explain how this leads to you seeming almost nervous today.'

'Uh, well, I may have told her that I'm married and getting a divorce because my wife cheated on me.' I explained, trying not to look guilty but failing miserably.

'I'm not going to say anything until you tell me the full story so come on, out with it.' she instructed, though I knew she'd already partly guessed what had happened.

'I said that my wife is an actor too and our hectic schedules meant we couldn't see each other too often but we hadn't thought of that when we decided to get married because we were young and in love – too young to understand.' I paused to look at her, seeing a pensive look on her face – the face that still looked so young, that still held some of that child-like innocence even at twenty-seven. Without meaning to, I let the pause drag on as I thought about how this girl had already grown up too fast and asking her to do this might take away the little bit of kid left in her, the one that made itself known only around me. What if asking this of her meant she would no longer be comfortable enough to act in such a way around me? Could I do that to her?

'Varun!' Alia's exclamation brought me out of my thoughts and I looked at her, startled.

'Huh?'

'You wanna finish telling me about your predicament?'

'Oh, right yeah. So, like I was saying, too young to understand what we were getting in to. After a year, it became too hectic and I couldn't be there when she needed me but someone else was and shit happened. Not her fault, not really either of our faults but that's when we decided we should get a divorce.' I finished the story, watching her carefully.

'There's something you aren't telling me.' she said, catching me out like always.

'Well, I may have said we're still on friendly terms and now Natasha wants to meet my wife.' I tried, knowing she'd catch me out again.