🍁"Wait for the one,
But do not wait for someone to be The One"🍁~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dhruv's P.O.V."What was the number of Kabir's room again?", I thought to myself as I dialled Ami's number. I again forgot. Ami was not picking up the calls so I knocked on the first door I could remember.
I hope it's the right one, I thought.
"Yes", I heard a feminine voice as soon as the door was answered.
"Kab-", I turned around to witness the person and was at a loss of words to see Aashi standing right in front of me. What the hell is this? I kept staring at her. This can't be true.
"Who are you?", I found myself asking. My eyes never left her face even for a second.
"Excuse me. Who are you? You came here knocking at my door", she said.
"I'm Dhruv", I said.
Are you Aashi?, I thought.
"So?", She asked.
My mobile rang all of a sudden bringing me out of my trance. It was from Kabir. I excused myself and walked away. Tapping the green button, I said, "Hello". My heart was beating at an uneven speed.
What did I just witness?
"Where are you?", He asked.
"Searching for your room", I said as I looked back at the closed door.
Who was she?, My mind nagged me.
"I'm downstairs. Come fast. I've something very urgent to tell you", he said sounding nervous.
"Me too", I said and then hung up. I speed up my pace and walked downstairs. I found Kabir standing on stage. He was busy talking to Parth. I rushed to him.
"Dhruv, I need to tell you something", Kabir said as soon as I approached him.
"Shoot", I said.
"I saw the girl from New York again", He said and taking a deep breath, he added, "The one who looked like Aashi".
"I wanted to tell you the same thing. I saw her too", I said and I glanced at Parth. He also had stress lines on his forehead. Parth also knows about the encounter we had in New York. We thought he should know since he's a friend as well.
"But there are two girls with same features", Kabir added.
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