Maine Pyaar Kyun Kiya?

Where You Are Is Where I Should Be Too

Varun P.O.V.

The drive home passed by in a blur yet when I got back to my apartment almost three quarters of an hour had passed. For a moment, I sat in my car, dreading going back into that empty flat, facing the memories and the bareness of the rooms where her things had been.

Already, the thought hurt. It hadn't even been half a day and thinking her name already hurt.

The pain was at least a change from the emptiness that I was otherwise feeling but that didn't make it any more welcome. Pain and hollowness, that was all I was. Well, may as well accept it. I was too late and this is what I get. I thought. But is this going to be it now? Is this going to be all I feel? I questioned, thinking back to the time after Imara, the numbness I had felt then, the feelings that she had given back to me. And I knew, beyond a doubt, that there was no moving on from her. Because this wasn't a break up, it was the loss of a friendship and there's no worse heartbreak than that.

With a sigh, I resigned myself to that fact and got out of the car, dragging myself up to my flat. The door was open, in my rush to leave I hadn't been able to let Natasha out first so that I could lock it and she had no clue as to where I kept my spare key, so I pushed it open and walked in, not even bothering to take my shoes off before making my way through the house to the sitting room.

Just as I was about to throw myself on the sofa, I heard the noise of a spoon clinking against a cup in the kitchen. I almost dismissed it as a phantom noise, one I was so used to hearing that I expected it now, but the part of me that was desperately hoping this was all just a nightmare told me it wasn't so I followed the noise, stopping in the doorway as I saw the familiar figure dressed in my hoodie standing at the counter.

Alia P.O.V.

I'd realised I was making a mistake almost as soon as I got to the airport but I kept shoving the feeling aside, telling myself this was for the best – especially considering what I had found out just that morning. And then my sister decided she would bring it up, ask me how I felt about it, about leaving everything behind, leaving him behind, and I just couldn't do it.

So I left, legged it out of the airport with my sister trailing behind me, telling me to slow down so she could tell them not to put our suitcases on the plane.

When I got to Varun's place, strike that; when I got home, I saw Natasha leaving the building. 'Alia?' she asked as she saw me, making me stop dead in my tracks.

'Natasha, what're you – actually, that's a stupid question. I guess you two patched up?'

She shook her head with a slight chuckle. 'You two are just as bad as each other.' she stated. 'I came to apologise to him for the way I behaved the other day and he told me everything.' she expanded on seeing my befuddled expression.

'Everything... like everything, everything?'

'Yes. He told me about the double crossing and the lying and even what happened after he left my place on Christmas Eve. And then I told him to stop being an idiot and sent him to come after you.'

'So, he's gone to the airport?' I queried, feeling like the universe was playing one hell of a joke on us.

'Yep.' She nodded, looking quite pleased at the fact until she seemed to register that I was stood in front of her, meaning I was not at the airport. 'Okay, I'm sorry but could you two get anymore filmi?' she asked on coming to the realisation.

'Trust me, I ask myself that all the time.' I sighed. 'Well I guess I'll just have to wait and hope he doesn't do something stupid like get on the next flight out.'