Behir mana ki hum yaar nahi

You Are My Home

(Bela)
Once in the room, I locked the door and turned towards him to find him already staring at me, with a soft look on his face and a soft smile on his lips.
"You are my Mahir" I said again and he just looked down.
"Look, Bela, I don't know how but I have started to like you but I am not your Mahir, but I can be. If that's what gives you happiness then I will be your mahir.
I will behave like him and it really won't be a problem, cuz I already look like him. Right?" He said and I looked at him, frozen at my place, giving him a dead stare.

Two can play at this.
I smiled, flirtatiously and walked towards him, slowly.
Once near him, I kept my hand on his chest and leaned a little more until there were just mere inches between our lips.
And I didn't miss how his eyes drifted to my lips.

"Ofcourse Krish, ofcourse. You know what, that's exactly what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear that you like me so that I could say that I like you just as much. And you are way better than mahir. You don't even have to behave like him, he is just so good but I like bad boys more, just like you are, a badboy." And this did the trick.
I so wanted to laugh when he frowned, gagged, and glared at the mirror on the wall across us, and all on the same time.
"You think so?" He said- tried to say in a flirtatious tone but that came out forced- looking at me with troubled eyes.
"Oh darling, I know so." I said while emphasising the 'know'.
And his jaw clenched.

And that's when I dropped the last bomb.
"I-I don't even think I ever loved him. Ever since I met you, I feel that what I felt with him was just infatuation. He didn't effected me the way you do and-" before I could finish -I know it was a bit too much, but I just wanted him to drop the act and it was very hard for me to even say that and that's why I didn't said his name - I was pulled by my waist and he caged me with his arms.
His eyes burnt with.... jealousy. And he was jealous from himself.

"Oh really? Is it so? You like krish more than ME? You didn't even love me? I was just an infatuation? If you didn't loved me then why were you playing with my feelings, heck... it felt like you loved me-" he stopped his rant when he noticed the goofy smile on my face and his eyes widened.
"Youuuu!!... Om My God! You were just acting to push the truth out of me... I am so stupid- no! You are such a good actor" he said and looked at me like I have committed a crime while I just gave him a sheepish grin.

And soon he was smiling too.
"I missed you" I whispered, feeling a tear slide down my cheek.
He pulled me in a hug and caressed my back.
"I missed you too. It was so hard to control myself from hugging you, kissing you, talking to you, cuddling with you last night and everything even when you were just in front of me." He said and I sobbed even more.
Why am I crying so much?