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Chapter 37

Trouble

Hero's POV

20 days. It has been 20 days, since I left New York for the tour. And 22 days since I saw Nirvana. I am exhausted of this tiring cycle. I sleep, wake up, get ready, go to library, do signing, pose for photographs, come back to hotel and move out to catch another flight. This has been my routine for the last 20 days in every country. And if this is not enough draining, then we also have press interviews, which is even more boring. Everyone asks the same question, like they are engineered to ask the same set of questions. How was the experience of working? Your favorite scene? Any similarities with your character? Have you followed Harry Styles? How was it shooting the intimate scenes? The last question always cracks Jo up. And we end up explaining how it is choreographed like a dance. I want to scream on their faces that it is not as enjoyable doing the scene as much as it is on the screen for the audience to watch. But all I can do is smile, then nod and laugh and nod again. Thankfully we are towards the end of this tour and after 5 days, I will be back to New York. I have been in touch with Fatima all the time, regarding Nirvana. She is not in London, according to my friends who have looked for her there in every possible way. She is not in New York either. Her boss, Sam has no idea where Nirvana is because he did not send her on any other project after our movie. Which makes me draw this assumption that maybe she went back to India. I mean, where else could she go? According to Mill and Fatima, this is very unlikeable because since they have known her Nirvana has never mentioned anything about going back to her native place. 'She does not like that place', they summed up. While I was packing my bags to leave for Canada, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. "Hello?" I pick up. "Hero?" I am startled by Mill's voice. "Mill?" I ask to confirm. "We need to talk. It's about Nirvana" he finishes.

Mill's POV

I am done. I am so done acting calm and composed right now. I am angry, frustrated and worried all together. I am angry on Hero, that asshole did shit to Nirvana, when I warned him not to. I am angry on Nirvana for not listening to me. I am frustrated because I can't even vent my emotions anywhere. Nirvana has disappeared from the face of the Earth and Hero, that asshat ,he is busy with his 'tour' for the movie. If I see Nirvana, one more time, I will tell her that I am done being friends with her. She drives me crazy, literally mental. Fatty and Anna can keep her, at their own risk. If I get to see her one time, just one more time. I don't know what her problem is. You are angry and heartbroken, you don't want to talk to anyone, want some space, I get it. But at least text your friends, where is the hole, you have dug into. She is not answering our calls and messages. I mean that's what I can say for me and Fatty. Anna has gone to a shock trauma, it seems. She doesn't meet us and literally has forgotten the case of 'searching for Nirvana'. I bring my car's engine to life and drive to Nirvana's home. Yes, that's what it is. That is her home, here where she belongs with us, not crying and roaming around the streets in some strange far away country like LaLorona. I knock on the door, but push it open, seeing it unlocked. "Anna?" I call out. No response. I climb up the stairs and knock on her bedroom door. I turn the knob and enter her room. I hear the sound of the running water in the bathroom. I should call Fatty and tell her to meet us here. We have to do something about this girl, because I can't spend a single day sitting here, doing nothing. Something at the back of my mind just keeps telling me that things are not what they seem like. I reach for my phone in my back pocket. Where is my..... Great !! I forgot it in my car. I take a deep breath and reach for the door to go down when my eyes fall on Anna's phone , resting on her work table. Now I am not going down, when I can call Fatty from her phone. Saving energy is important, be it for environment or of your own body. I take Anna's phone and slide it unlock. I call Fatty but it goes straight to voicemail. Fucking great!! Has she gone underground too? I text her to be here in an hour or so. While doing so I catch another text from another number. Jesus !!!!! I open the messages and read it twice to make sure my mind isn't playing games with me. I go to the call history on Truecaller and check the caller IDs. What the heck??? The call is a week old. "What are you doing in my room Mill?" Anna shouts. When I turn around to look at her, I see red.

I am so sorry guys that I couldn't update any soon. I had my exams going on. Honestly even after my exams ended, I lost the motivation to write anymore. But then, I thought that at least this story deserves to be completed.
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