Judwaa

13. 'The Mall Girl'

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Rehaan sang a few more songs as the crowd cheered and clapped for him. He noticed Samaira enjoying all the attention from the staff of the club, as she was Rehaan's 'date.' Samaira tapped her feet and clapped along with the others in the club. Rehaan was amazed to see this aspect of her personality; somehow he missed his shy and coy 'Samaira' who always stood in a corner with a dupatta covering her head and face. He missed those big, fearful, innocent, expressive and soulful eyes.....

Rehaan interrupted his performance with a few extra drinks that night; the ambience in the club was more buoyant unlike his sedate and romantic performances in the last few shows. Tonight, Samaira was evoking a different emotion from him; his songs reflected the change. Instead of the usual romantic and passionate numbers, he was singing and playing cheerful and bubbly numbers.

Rehaan and Samaira danced together on a few numbers, till Rehaan decided to call it a night around 2 in the morning.

"Let's go Samaira.....tumhe ghar ke liye late ho jaayega," he pulled her away from the crowd and put his arm around her, "I didn't realize it is 2 in the morning."

Samaira smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, "don't worry.....gharwaale sab so gaye honge."

Rehaan was a little puzzled, but dismissed his concerns to may be a little too much alcohol that evening.

Samaira was in seventh heaven that night; she enjoyed being in the limelight as her 'superhero's girl.' She was neither tired nor worn out that night. As Rehaan halted his car outside her apartment complex, he was stunned when Samaira came close to him and kissed his cheek, "Thanks DEV......I had a great time!"

Before Rehaan realized what she had just said, Samaira had vanished through the gates of the complex.

Rehaan touched his cheek and mumbled, "DEV?" Suddenly, a gush of anger filled his senses. He revved the engine of his sports car and sped away as fast as he could. He hung on to the steering wheel tightly; the pulse on his temples was throbbing in rage.....how could she do that to him......she was double timing him? His Samaira......that innocent petite girl who melted the moment he touched her....she could not even remember his name that night....she called him DEV?.......there was something wrong with that picture......his ringtone interrupted his thoughts, "Iqbal? Haan aa raha hoon yaar! YES, I AM IN A BAD MOOD DA** IT! Kabhi kabhi mujhey mere haal par bhi chhod diya kar!" Rehaan hung up and threw his phone on the floor of the car in frustration.

NEXT MORNING:

Samaira ignored her alarm and slept in the next morning. Sonakshi was up early, as she had to meet her new music teacher that morning.

Dev reached work early, as he still had unfinished work from the day before. Even though, he had locked himself in his office after lunch with Samaira, he had not been able to focus on his work. He had another restless night and this morning he was regretting losing his temper with her yesterday- Issmein uski galti thodi hai pehle bhi bohot log mujhe uss Rehaan se confuse kar chuke hain......I wonder who the hell this guy is......I guess he is famous and popular with women.....maybe I should check his photograph one day....I should apologize to Sonakshi. He walked over to her cabin, but was disappointed to not see her there, "maybe she is upset about yesterday," he walked back to his office and looked up her home number on the computer data.