Pooja reaches Rajveer's room, knocking the door she waits for him to open it.
Inside Naina gets scared, wondering who could it be.
"Ab kon aya hoga?",
she asks, knitting her brows out of anxiety.
"Relax. Main dekhta hun.",
saying so he leaves, Naina remains inside his bedroom.
Opening the door Rajveer finds Pooja standing with a few dresses of hers in her hands.
"Yes Cadet?",
asks Captain Rajveer.
"Ahmm... Sir ye abhi samne mili to socha apko de dun. Maine zada use bhi nahi kiye. Baki kal jakar bhi khareed lenge.",
smiles Pooja and hands him over few of her dresses.
Rajveer smiles hearing that.
"Thank you Cadet.",
he says.
Smiling she leaves.
Rajveer locks the door as she leaves.
Pooja keeps wondering for whom might these clothes be is it for...??? Is she....?? No! No! How stupid of her to think that way. And then she just has been into his room there was no one there. No, this certainly can't be possible. But can it?
Being hopeful is no where a harm after all. With a hopeful attitude, Pooja walks into boys hostel pushing the door open without knocking.
"Pooja!",
shouts Yudi throwing his shirt on her face out of shock.
"Tum... tum boys hostel mein kya kar rahi ho? And when will you learn to knock?",
scolds Yudi, feeling embarrassed at his state.
"Jis din tu lock karna seekh lega. Ab pehn isse jaldi.",
she says throwing his shirt back to him, without opening her eyes.
"Matlab ab boys hostel mein bhi tumse darr kar rehna hoga.",
says Yudi, whilst wearing his shirt.
"So to hai!",
says Pooja, feeling proud of herself, smiling, her eyes still closed.
"Ab main ankhein kholun?",
asks Pooja.
Yudi who has worn his shirt by now says in an unpleasant way,
"Kholo!"
As soon as she opens her eyes, Ali who is unaware of Pooja's presence there comes out of the bathroom wrapping only a towel around his waist and says,
"Arey Yudi bhai apne...."
He gets shocked to find Pooja there.
He quickly covers his upper body with his hands.
"Poo...Pooja ji aap yahan? Aap yahan kya kar rahi hain?",
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