Romance Shadows of Deceit and unspoken love

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Inside the Flat-

"Kajol, you’re not even dressed yet? Stop talking to your boyfriend! Sachin, your girl isn’t going to die today!" Priya shouted loudly, making sure her voice carried to Sachin over the phone.

"Shut up, Priya," Kajol snapped back. "I don’t take as much time as you to get ready."

"Oh, we poor souls need all this makeup to hide our flaws and attract attention," Priya teased. "Now stop chatting and get dressed!"

Kajol turned her attention back to the call. "Hey Sachin, I’m sorry. Don’t take her words seriously. Before she comes back and starts shouting again, I need to get dressed," she said softly.

"Of course not," Sachin replied with a chuckle. "Tell me, what are you planning to wear? The churidhar I gifted you?"

"I was thinking of wearing the churidhar," Kajol admitted hesitantly, "but Priya insisted I buy a jumpsuit."

"Oh my God, my girl is stepping into modern outfits now," Sachin said with a laugh. "Anyway, I’m happy to see how city life is changing your perspective." His tone was light, but there was a faint trace of disappointment—perhaps at her not wearing the dress he had gifted her.

"I’m sorry, Sachin," Kajol apologized again, sensing his unspoken feelings.

"Hey, why are you apologizing? I’m just happy to hear you’re active and excited. Next time, I’ll pick out a modern outfit for you myself. Now go and enjoy your party," Sachin said reassuringly.

"Okay. Love you," Kajol said softly.

"Love you too, my baby," Sachin replied before the call ended.

Kajol stood up and changed into the jumpsuit. It felt different, unfamiliar, but she wanted to trust Priya’s suggestion.

A little while later, Priya entered the room and gasped dramatically. "Oh my God! My girl is going to steal the party!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

"Shut up! You convinced me to wear this, and now you’re teasing me?" Kajol retorted playfully.

"You should thank me for rescuing you from the captivity of old-fashioned ideas—like Sachin’s—and showing off your true beauty," Priya said confidently.

Though Priya praised Kajol out loud, a subtle envy stirred in her mind. Her gaze lingered on Kajol’s flawless beauty, taking in her radiance and grace with an unspoken longing.

Priya couldn’t help but feel a flicker of envy as she watched Kajol move with effortless grace. It wasn’t Kajol’s fault—her beauty was undeniable, a force of nature that commanded attention wherever she went. Her hourglass figure, with its perfect balance of strength and elegance, seemed to overshadow Priya’s efforts to stand out. As Kajol’s silky hair cascaded over her shoulders like a wild river, Priya felt an uncomfortable pang, the kind that comes from admiring something you wish you had for yourself.

Her cat-like eyes, sharp and unyielding, seemed to hold an air of untamed mystery that Priya couldn’t replicate, no matter how much she tried. It was maddeningly effortless for Kajol; she didn’t even realize how captivating she was. Priya’s gaze lingered on Kajol’s flawless skin and unrestrained confidence, a reminder of how nature had crafted Kajol to be unapologetically bold and alluring.

When Kajol looked into the mirror, she couldn’t help but admire her reflection. The soft fabric of the jumpsuit accentuated her figure, making her feel both confident and elegant. Noticing how it fit around her boobs, she adjusted her outfit slightly to ensure everything felt just right, her movements deliberate and composed.

She turned around to check her back view, ensuring that her panty lines weren’t visible through the body-hugging bottom.

Priya came up behind Kajol and gently pressed her hand against her ass. "Nice," she commented, her tone laced with subtle envy.

"Priya, just don’t do that. I don’t like anyone touching my back," Kajol said firmly.

"Oh, is that so?" Priya teased, giving two quick squeezes simultaneously to intentionally provoke her friend. Though Priya did it playfully, she couldn’t help but silently admire the smoothness and texture of Kajol’s ass, a thought she would never openly admit. She had often overheard the boys in the gang admiring her, including her boyfriend Ashish, who had expressed his admiration several times.

When they reached the entrance of their apartment, Priya’s boyfriend, Ashish, was waiting in his car.

"Hello, girls! Were you planning to arrive at the party just as it ends?" he teased, flashing them a playful grin.

"I’m feeling a bit awkward about attending the party since I don’t know your friends," Kajol admitted hesitantly.

"Kajol, we go anywhere there’s free booze and other stuff. It’s our duty to make rich friends spend on us," Ashish said in a joking tone.

"Oh, what wonderful friends you are," Kajol replied with a sigh of pity.     

Kajol pondered why she was even attending the party, especially since it felt like her friends were only interested in the free booze. Deep down, she had to admit that it was Tarun who had captivated her mind. Their brief conversation had left a lasting impression on her. He seemed genuine, so unlike her other friends, and his sincerity intrigued her.

Moreover, her passion for interior design fueled her curiosity. She was eager to see the interiors of Tarun’s home, which her friends had always praised so highly.

"Wow," Kajol thought, admiring the beauty of the house as their car entered the compound. The architecture and landscaping exuded charm and elegance, leaving her momentarily captivated.

"Hey, bastards! Is this the time to show up?" Tarun called out as he approached them, his tone playful and teasing as he directed the remark toward Priya and Ashish.

But as his gaze shifted to Kajol, his expression softened. "Hey, Kajol, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean you. You’re my guest, and I warmly welcome you to my home," he said, his voice gentle and his eyes fixed on her.

"Alright, enough staring," Priya interjected with a mischievous smile. "She already has a boyfriend!" she added, smirking as she caught Tarun’s unwavering gaze lingering on Kajol.

Priya’s comment was directed at Tarun, but Kajol couldn’t help feeling that it applied to her as well. Deep down, she knew she was just as guilty—captivated not only by the stunning beauty of his home but also by Tarun’s strikingly handsome appearance.

Kajol found herself echoing her friends' sentiments as she stepped into Tarun’s home—it was breathtakingly elegant, a perfect blend of beauty and sophistication, both inside and out. She consciously avoided locking eyes with Tarun, yet a part of her couldn’t deny the inexplicable longing for his attention that stirred within her.

Kajol considered praising Tarun, but the thought that his home might have been built with his father’s money lessened the intensity of her admiration. Determined, she resolved to one day build a beautiful home in her hometown with her own earnings. Her mind briefly wandered into thoughts of future plans, her career, and even Sachin, but Priya quickly snapped her out of her daydreams and led her toward the party area.

Soon, Kajol regained her usual strong demeanour, effortlessly blending in with her friends and enjoying the lively atmosphere of the party.

She couldn’t help but expect Tarun to linger nearby, perhaps to strike up a conversation, but he seemed to disappear after ensuring they were all settled in the party area.

"Are you trying the stuff, Kajol?" Priya asked as she came near, noticing the glass of wine in Kajol’s hand.

"Priya, you promised not to take this. Don’t go," Kajol urged her tone soft but firm.

"Hey, Kajol, this is imported stuff. Tarun brought it especially for this party. I’m going. If you’re not interested, feel free to stay here," Priya replied with a shrug before walking away.

Left alone, Kajol tried to enjoy the DJ’s music, letting the rhythm fill the room. But soon, she began to feel the weight of solitude creeping in, making the lively beats feel hollow.

"Hello, are you feeling bored?" Tarun’s voice suddenly broke her reverie, pulling her attention toward him.

"Absolutely not," Kajol responded quickly, putting on a smile. "I was enjoying the music."

"Dance with me?" Tarun asked, his words carrying a sincerity that gave her pause. For a moment, she was unsure of how to react, but the earnest expression on his face melted her hesitation. Gathering herself, she nodded and joined him on the dance floor.

Kajol felt comforting warmth after dancing with Tarun. She had always dreamed of sharing a moment like this with Sachin, but he lacked the natural grace for dancing. Moreover, he never supported her dancing in public, believing that people’s eyes would linger on her beautiful figure. In this moment, however, she felt as though one of her cherished dreams had been fulfilled in the best possible way.

Throughout the dance, Tarun maintained an admirable level of decency, something Kajol truly appreciated. The way his hands rested on her waist felt secure yet respectful, a delicate balance that she found both comforting and admirable.

Her mind momentarily toyed with comparisons between Tarun and Sachin, but she refused to give those thoughts any space. Instead, she chose to focus on the joy of the moment and the sincerity in Tarun’s demeanour.

The party lasted until 3 a.m. Though Priya and Ashish occasionally joined her, Kajol found Tarun’s company far more comfortable and enjoyable. She noticed that he didn’t partake in the drug use his friends indulged in. When Kajol asked him about it, he explained that he was firmly against drugs and had only brought them to the party due to his friends’ insistence.

Kajol also noticed how the time Tarun spent with her seemed to ignite envy among several girls at the party—friends of his who were clearly seeking his attention. With each round of dancing, Kajol felt increasingly at ease in Tarun's company.

As the party reached its peak, Kajol let go of all her lingering thoughts and embraced the moment, enjoying herself to the fullest. The special wine she shared with Tarun seemed to invigorate her with an energy she had never experienced before.

When Tarun suggested a ballroom dance in front of everyone, Kajol hesitated for a moment. While she had practiced on her own by watching YouTube videos as a passion, the idea of performing publicly made her nervous. Yet, the confidence she gained from Tarun's encouraging words propelled her to join him on the floor.

The applause from the crowd as they danced filled her with pride and joy, cheering her spirit and making her feel truly accomplished.

Tarun was no longer a stranger to Kajol. Her mind felt content with the bond of a new friendship, and she welcomed him into her heart wholeheartedly.

However, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind—was she beginning to feel envious as she watched Tarun interact with girls from another group? She couldn’t help but notice how different his demeanour was with those girls. A few of them displayed open intimacy toward him, even going as far as kissing him publicly, which made Kajol feel a strange unease she couldn’t quite explain.

Kajol felt a deep sense of happiness as most of the partygoers began to leave. The quieter atmosphere gave her a newfound comfort, and she became so immersed in the moment that she forgot to check the time. She found herself wishing the party wouldn’t end, savouring every lingering second of the experience.

"Do you drive, Kajol?" Tarun asked, his tone casual yet curious.

"I have a license, but I don’t have much experience but can manage," she replied, her curiosity piqued. "Why?"

Without answering, Tarun led her to a room. Kajol was taken aback by what she saw—Priya was lying on the bed, her T-shirt removed, with Ashish sitting beside her. Though Kajol felt a surge of anger, she chose not to express it, keeping her emotions in check.

"This isn’t a good condition for her to go back to your flat," Tarun said calmly. "Let her stay here for the night. You can stay too—there are other rooms available."

Along with the sense of comfort she felt with Tarun, Kajol’s unease about leaving Priya alone with Ashish pushed her to consider accepting his offer. At the same time, the thought of driving a long distance at night worried her. Adding to her apprehension was the fear of how she would explain this situation to Sachin tomorrow, making her decision even more difficult.

"Tarun, thank you for the offer. I’ll manage myself. I have to wake up early in the morning and have some important tasks to complete," she said, trying to maintain a polite but firm stance.

"That’s entirely up to your comfort," Tarun replied calmly. "Don’t worry about your friend—I’ll make sure she’s okay."

Even though she had permission to leave, Kajol hesitated, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts.

"Don’t worry, you’re not alone. I’ll drive you back," Tarun added reassuringly. His words brought Kajol immense relief, though she couldn’t help but feel guilty for troubling him.

As Kajol waited at the entrance of Tarun's home, a sleek Porsche Cayenne glided to a stop before her.

"Come, Kajol," Tarun called out smoothly, rolling down the window with an effortless charm that only seemed to enhance the aura around him.

Her breath caught for a moment. The sight of the luxurious car, coupled with the elegant beauty of his home and his confident character, left her momentarily overwhelmed. She couldn’t help but marvel at the life Tarun seemed to lead—a life that exuded sophistication and success.

While Kajol had always prided herself on being independent and focused on her own goals, a part of her couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to live in a world like his. The car alone reignited her quiet dream of one day owning something equally magnificent.

As she slid into the passenger seat, the mix of admiration and curiosity lingered, making her feel both inspired and slightly self-conscious about her own ambitions.

After a few minutes of silence, they began a conversation. Kajol felt surprisingly comfortable and allowed the topic to drift toward personal life.

In an effort to satisfy the curiosity—and perhaps a tinge of jealousy—lingering in her mind about his lifestyle, she asked, "What does your family do?"

"My family consists of my father, mother, and sister. They’re staying at our native place," Tarun replied calmly.

"Oh! So your father retired after handing over the family business to you?" she asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"Family business?" Tarun responded with a small smile. "Seems Priya never talked about me to you.

"

His remark struck a chord, and Kajol felt a pang of guilt. She had heard Priya praise him numerous times but had never taken the time to actually know him. Until now, Kajol had assumed Tarun to be no different from Priya and Ashish—living carefree lives, unburdened by responsibility or purpose, thanks to their wealthy backgrounds.

Kajol often wondered why she got along with Priya, given how completely opposite their personalities were. Priya, whom she had met as a stranger during her college days, was the polar opposite of her own structured and grounded nature. They had never imagined they would meet again, yet life had brought them together. More importantly, Priya had been the one to stand by Kajol during her toughest crises, lending her unwavering support when she needed it the most.

"Kajol, I was a college dropout when I came to this city seven years ago. Everything I am today is a result of my own efforts," Tarun began, his voice carrying a mix of pride and unhealed hurt. "Even though I’ve achieved this level of success, my father is still not happy with me. He hardly speaks to me. He believes in the importance of a strong education—he was a teacher, after all. To him, my wealth seems like something achieved by taking advantage of others. He refuses to believe in the hard work behind it all."

Tarun paused for a moment, the deep wound of his father’s disapproval visible in his eyes. "You know, there were days when I couldn’t even afford food. But now… now, I’m here," he finished, with a quiet yet unmistakable pride that underscored his resilience.

Kajol listened, her heart stirred with a mix of emotions. She wanted to express her amazement and admiration for his journey, but her guilt for having misjudged him earlier made her reaction more subdued. Instead, she offered a soft smile, her eyes reflecting an unspoken apology and admiration.

His words echoed in her mind, dismantling the assumptions she had built about him. She felt a growing respect for his strength and determination, alongside a pang of shame for having previously dismissed him as just another privileged individual. For the first time that evening, she saw him in a new light—not just as someone successful, but as someone who had earned every bit of it through perseverance and grit.

"Priya told me about you—the way you stood up for your rights and left home to carve your own path. I have to say, I’m really impressed by you," Tarun said, his words carrying a genuine admiration. "To be honest, when I first heard about you, I felt jealous of Sachin for having someone as incredible as you in his life. And, well, that jealousy only grew after meeting you."

He hesitated, then added with a playful grin, "To be honest, he’s such a lucky bastard."

Kajol didn’t feel offended by the use of the word. In fact, she found it oddly comforting. She remembered how Priya had often told her that Tarun tended to use strong words when he felt completely at ease with someone.

Seeing Kajol’s silence, Tarun quickly backtracked, his tone softening. "Please don’t misunderstand me," he said, concerned that he may have crossed a line. "It’s just that... when you come across someone who has all the qualities you’ve ever wanted in a partner, but that person belongs to someone else, it stirs up a sense of jealousy. And I can’t deny that’s exactly what I feel right now."

Tarun’s confession carried a mix of vulnerability and honesty, leaving Kajol both flattered and slightly conflicted. The sincerity in his voice made it clear that his feelings weren’t casual, and she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment.

Without him stating it directly, Kajol could feel the depth of admiration and love that Tarun held for her. It was unlike anything she had experienced before. She had encountered many boys in her life who circled around her, seeking her love, but none had ever managed to convey the extent of their feelings as sincerely and profoundly as Tarun had through his words.

Yet, despite the powerful emotions his words stirred within her, Kajol's love for Sachin remained unwavering. Tarun’s heartfelt confession had reached her heart, but it couldn’t alter the steadfast feelings she carried for Sachin. She admired Tarun’s honesty and depth, but her heart belonged firmly to another.

It was almost 5 a.m. when Tarun dropped her off at her apartment. As Kajol walked toward her flat, a lingering sense of dissatisfaction settled in her heart. Despite the warmth of her homecoming, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness—she had just left behind one of the most memorable and cherished moments of her life.

Kajol—now pursuing higher studies along with a part-time job offered by Priya’s company and a few other agencies—often reflects on how much her life has changed in just a year. A year ago, her days were filled with tension and struggle. When her relationship with Sachin came to light within her family, she was placed under house arrest. At that time, Sachin had just completed his postgraduate studies and was still searching for a job.

She had hoped to marry him through a court wedding, but the situation in Sachin’s family was equally challenging. As the family relied on him to settle their debts and shoulder other responsibilities, they pressured him to end the relationship. Sachin’s uncertainty, combined with his actions that didn’t align with Kajol's expectations, left her deeply hurt and disappointed. Yet, when she allowed herself to think calmly, she didn’t blame him entirely.

Kajol’s communication with Priya during this turbulent period became her source of strength. Priya encouraged her to stand up for herself, and those words gave Kajol the courage to fight for her independence. Eventually, she ran away from her home and moved in with Priya, who was already working for several agencies.

Kajol initially wanted to find a job to support her, but when an opportunity arose to pursue higher studies alongside a part-time income, she decided to join college full-time. That decision became a turning point in her life, helping her rebuild her confidence and focus on creating a brighter future.

Although her family initially continued to banish her, tensions gradually eased over the past few months as her father began to recognize her fighting spirit. Seeing her determination, he eventually agreed to her marriage with Sachin. However, Kajol wasn’t ready for it just yet. Recalling the concerns raised by Sachin's family about his financial stability, Kajol made a firm decision—she would marry him only when she could stand on her own feet and contribute equally, if not more, to their future together.

Her determination to maintain her independence remained unwavering, as did her pride. Kajol chose to refuse the financial support offered by her father, resolute in her belief that she must forge her own path. Her ego wasn’t one of arrogance, but of dignity—she wanted to enter her married life as an equal partner, not as someone reliant on others.

Inside residence of Tarun.

When Tarun returned, it was 7 a.m. His eyes were heavy with sleep as he drove back alone. He knew that memories of Kajol and the lingering feeling of her presence were what kept him awake.

After parking the car, he entered his home. As he stepped into the room where Priya was sleeping, he noticed Ashish and Priya lying together. The aftermath of their lovemaking and the warmth of their bodies had caused the blanket to slip off, leaving their naked bodies fully visible. Ashish's hand resting on her nipple hinted at a playful gesture, as though he had been playing with it before falling asleep. Tarun stepped inside and gently covered their bodies with the blanket. His eyes briefly lingered on her, and a playful expression crossed his face. However, he quickly turned away and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Tarun went to check another room before heading to his own. He found that a few of his friends had settled comfortably in the other rooms. As he walked toward his room, his mind began to wander. A faint smile formed on his face when his eyes fell upon Arathi, peacefully lying on his bed.

He quickly removed his clothes and got into bed wearing only his boxers. Sliding under the blanket, he hugged her from behind. He turned to her side and hugged her. Then, he firmly began pressing her boobs from behind, which disturbed her sleep. "Please stop," she said, naming her boyfriend, which only increased Tarun's interest in continuing.

He slid his hand inside the t-shirt and held her boobs. When he started to press, he found the movement on her body. He moved her hair and kissed her neck. As he continued to kiss her neck, the likeness of her body brought her ass to toward him and pressed against his bulge.

Half-awaken, Arathi turned her face and welcomed the kiss on her lips. As her lips were deeply absorbed by Tarun, she turned her body towards him. Tarun lifted her t-shirt and brings above her boobs. As she half-opened her eyes, the confusion about the person she was with reflected on her face, but the signs of withdrawal from her brought more intensity to Tarun's kiss. She was no longer a confused personality when Tarun advanced further into his actions. Her equal participation brought more excitement to Tarun. Tarun was proud of himself for bringing his friend's girlfriend to his bed after just one previous meeting with them. There was a bit of conflict of interest when her dress was being removed, but her resistance didn't have the power to stop his hand. The conflict continued until her body surrendered to the pleasure. Further, the scene changed to a willingly participating Arathi. Tarun bit hard on her nipples to make her scream to realize the treachery she is in. Her moan and enjoyment while he licked her pussy made him think she was treating him like a call boy. When she pressed his face hard into her pussy, he felt much insulated. He changed his position to 69 and brings his dick into her mouth to do her job. His interest got over when she was not showing any objections to offer any job given by him. In order to finish the job and gain full admiration of his manhood from Arathi, he entered her pussy. Arathi continue to moan loudly, calling her boyfriend's name throughout his dick pumping her pussy. Finally he jerked off on top of tunny when he found the fully satisfied face of Arathi.

"Tarun, where is he?" Arathi asked after some time of relaxation with him on the bed. "I didn’t see him inside the house. Maybe he is at the outhouse." Tarun replied.

"So you were fooling me by saying his name?" Tarun asked.

 "This is what you liked?" she asked.

"Wow, you understood my interest in such a short span of time," Tarun exclaimed.

 "I too dream of such encounters always. It was very satisfying," Arathi replied in a cool tone.

 "Shall we do it in front of him?" Tarun asked. "Hey, you are so eager to make him cuckold? When the time comes, we can. By the way, you were quite busy with a girl last night. Is she another girlfriend of another boy?" Arathi asked.

Tarun replied to her question with a naughty smile.

Tarun, I wanted to make some quick money. Will you be able to help me out?' When Arathi asked, Tarun understood that she didn’t come to him by his choice. She had planned and reached here.

Witnessing your performance in bed, I think you can," Tarun replied.

Here is my number, please call me. Saying this Arathi got up from the bed. "Though Tarun didn’t notice her beauty during fucking her, when he saw her standing naked in front of him, his eyes travelled through her body. She is a gem of a girl, no doubt. But the way she portrayed him as a pimp made him angry. However, respecting his job, he remained silent..

Kajol woke up to the sound of her mobile ringtone. She felt disappointed for being pulled out of a sweet dream where she was leading a happy life in her dream home and car. In her dreams, Kajol was married, but she couldn't see her husband's face clearly. She wasn't sure if it was Sachin's face she saw in her dream. More than husband face, waking from dream life brings her disappointed.

When she saw Sachin's name on the dial pad, she answered quickly.

Sachin: Hey, sweetheart. Are you still sleeping? When did you return? How was the party?  (sounding curious)

Kajol: The party was excellent. We came back at 3 a.m. (she lied, trying to sound convincing)

Sachin: Oh!! Send me those photos. (eagerly)

Kajol (thinking): Oh, I only thought about the photos during that time. The time with Tarun made me forget about taking pictures. (feeling a bit guilty)

Kajol: Yeah, I kind of felt awkward because of unknown people. I didn't take any pictures. (sounding a bit nervous)

Sachin: I was hoping to see the beauty of my girl in a modern outfit. (Slightly disappointed)

Sachin: "No problem. I will see during our meet." (sounding reassured)

Kajol: "When are you planning to come?" she asked with a curious tone.

Sachin: "I will get three days off at the end of this month. I am planning to come during those days." (sounding excited)

Kajol: "Sachin, I don’t want you to come here and then your parents start complaining. You haven’t gone to your home for quite a long time. Visit your home," she suggested with concern.

Sachin: "Don’t you want to see me?" he asked with a loving tone.

Kajol: "We are planning to come to your place after my exams are over." (sounding hopeful)

Sachin: "We?" he asked, sounding surprised.

Kajol: "Priya is planning a road trip during my holidays. We are planning to visit your city on that trip," she replied cheerfully.

Sachin felt a pang of frustration. "You didn't even discuss this with me," he thought. He wanted to voice his concerns but decided to stay silent. The growing friendship between Kajol and Priya unsettled him. As their bond strengthened, he felt increasingly uncomfortable. He wished Kajol could see the need to keep their relationships separate and give more importance to him. Though he knew she was giving him enough space in her heart, just as she did for Priya, his unsettled doubts and thoughts forced him to think this way.

Although Sachin's practical mind understood the situation, he sometimes couldn't help but feel angry at Priya for stealing Kajol's love. Beyond his feelings for Kajol, Sachin knew he couldn't be there for Kajol when she needed his presence and support the most. The girl he had met was no longer the same. Kajol had become more practical, ambitious, and independent.

Sachin considered himself lucky to have won Kajol's love; it was a breakthrough in his life. He had almost lost her once, and the weight of that pressure and heartache was known only to him. Kajol's return to normalcy and their renewed relationship had eased his worries. However, he noticed that during their comeback, Kajol had started claiming the same freedom that he did. It was a change he couldn't ignore.

Sachin: "Okay, that's good news. You didn’t tell me," he said, with a hint of worry in his voice.

Kajol: "I was trying to give you a surprise. Anyway, that's over now. I am feeling sleepy, can we talk later?" she asked in a sleepy tone.

Sachin: "You were sleeping from 3 to 12, is that not enough?" he asked playfully.

Kajol: "Sachin, please don’t start complaining. Bye, I will call you. Love you."

Sachin: "Hey, talk with me for 5 minutes. Then you can sleep." (sounding eager)

Kajol: "Okay."

Suddenly, she heard the doorbell.

Kajol: "Sachin, I think Priya is here." (said with excitement)

Sachin: "Wait, you returned alone?" (asked in a doubtful tone)

Kajol: "Sachin, will you stop doubting? She went to meet a friend in the morning because there was an emergency. If your doubt is cleared, can I go and open the door?" (her voice tinged with irritation at being questioned)

Sachin felt a little bit offended when Kajol disconnected the phone, as well as by her tone. However, he also found fault on his side for delving too deeply into her privacy.

She rushed to the main door and opened it.

Priya: "Hi, my darling. I am sorry for waking you from sleep." (apologetically)

Priya came inside the flat.

Kajol: "You got your sense back?" (she asked, concerned)

Priya: "Is this something new for you?" (sarcastically)

Kajol: "No, but you must control yourself." (firmly)

Priya: "I am very sorry, dear. I can't control myself, but if my friend insists, I will try next time." (Sounding regretful)

Kajol: "Ashish left?"

Priya: "He was not at his home when I woke up."

Kajol: "Who dropped you then?" (asked curiously)

Priya: "Tarun dropped me."

Kajol: "He left?" (asked with surprise)

Priya: "Oh, should I have invited him? Has your impression about him changed after just one meeting? Poor Sachin will get a heart attack," she teased.

Kajol: "Shut up. I was asking casually."

Priya: "Oh, I see," (said in the same teasing tone).

Kajol: "I couldn’t thank him for dropping me this morning."

Suddenly, Priya dialled her phone. Before Kajol realized that Tarun was on the other end, he answered the call.

Priya: "Hey Tarun, come to our flat and have a coffee. There is someone here who wants to thank you for last night’s party and your treatment."

Kajol: "Priya, what have you done?"

Priya disconnected the phone before Kajol could complete her reaction.

Kajol's treacherous mind decided not to compare Tarun with Sachin. However, as she reached bed and lay down to sleep, she began to rewind her day. She realized that Tarun's gestures showed his character and boldness. Until that moment, she hadn't thought about meeting him again, but now she found herself wishing for more time with him to convey her gratitude.

Her thoughts were not directed towards a romantic relationship, but as a friend, she wished to have Tarun by her side. Kajol wanted to change into an elegant dress from her nightdress, but the fear of being made fun of by Priya stopped her.