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Mishti sat on the bed, lost in thoughts. Why couldn't Kunal move past whatever happened between them? Was it so difficult? Why was he hell-bent on the idea that she was trying to trap Abir? When the door-bell to her room rang, Mishti sighed. Jasmeet would be furious that Mishti left her alone in the pandal. Mishti did not want to face her. She was half-convinced that she could just lay down and pretend to be asleep while Jasmeet finds her key-card. However, the bell continuously rang a couple more times, Mishti sighed and got up.  Opening the door, she was surprised to find him standing there. "What are you doing here?"  "What did Kunal say to you?" Abir asked, forehead creased in concern. "Nothing that matters. He doesn't like me, it will take time for him to." Abir rolled his eyes. Pushing her slightly, he walked into the room, closing the door behind himself. "Abir kya kar rahe ho?" "Mishti, tumhe samajh nahi aaya ab tak? I know you. I know tum Kunal ki baaton se upset ho." Mishti smiled at him. Walking to him, she put a hand on his chest. "I am sorry. It's just that, I know how important it is to you. Me and Kunal being friends and I am not lying. I will try my best and make sure that your brother begins at least liking me." Abir smiled and kept a hand on her waist, pulling her a little close. "You know I love you." "I do. Do you know I love you too?" Abir chuckled. Every time he heard her say these words, it felt dreamlike. How lucky was he, to have her. That smile of hers whenever she looked at him, the way her eyes would shine. He placed a hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb against it. He did not fail to miss how her lips slightly parted, eyes moving back and forth between his eyes and lips.  "Abi-" The shrill sound of the bell made them spring apart. She looked at him with wide eyes. "Hide! It must be Jasmeet Aunty." "Why should I hide? I'll tell her I brought you here." "Exactly why you shouldn't. Please Abir, just go the bathroom. I'll make sure she doesn't enter." "Par Mishti-" She cut him short by placing a quick kiss on his cheeks, very close to his lips. "Please!" Needless to say, Abir complied. "Mishti?" Jasmeet entered the room, frowning. "You didn't have to leave me along without informing me. Mujhe laga you were lost. Pata hai how upset Taiji would have been?" "Jasmeet Aunty, actually, I have a terrible headache and I did not want to ruin everyone else's mood. Kuhu seems to be enjoying so much, faltu ki tension le leti." Jasmeet seemed convinced. "Accha theek hai, ab hatt. Kunal has invited me to have dinner with him, Kuhu and Abir. I need to get ready." Mishti looked at the bathroom door in horror.  "Nahi!" Quickly standing in front of the door, she tried thinking of an excuse. To her confusion, they heard water running. "Haww! How did the water tap open by itself?" Stupid Abir! "Arey, it's because I have a headache!" "What?" "Jasmeet Aunty, I was the one who put the tap on, I wanted hot water. Maine socha, I'll take a bath, eat some food, take my medicine and sleep. That way, you can enjoy with them and I'll have my rest." Jasmeet frowned, looking rather unconvinced. "But I need to get ready. You can have a bath later." "Please Chachi, you look gorgeous already, what with your Kareena Kapoor dress. I don't think you should change." That seemed to do it. Jasmeet smiled, rather proud. "Of course I do." It took a few more minutes but Mishti managed to convice Jasmeet that she looked good despite all the dancing at the pandal. Even though a part of her hated lying, she could not even begin to imagine what all she would say if she found Abir hiding in the bathroom. Once Jasmeet went out of the room, Mishti leaned against the closed door with a relieved sigh. When the sound of the water stopped, she remembered Abir and rushed to the bathroom.  "Are you mad?" Abir shrugged. "It helped." Mishti walked to him, smiling mischeviously. "Oh did it? I will not be able to join you for dinner either." A part of her wanted to comment on how Kunal didn't even invite her but knowing Jasmeet, even if he did, Jasmeet wouldn't relay that information.  "Oh that has a simple solution. I will have dinner with you here, in your room." Abir smiled with enthusiasm. "Oh come on, why would you miss out?" "Let Kuhu and Kunal spend some time together. I am sure they'll find ways to escape your Chachi anyway." "And she'll come back here." "No, she wouldn't." "How are you so sure?" Mishti didn't realise that she had walked into the shower booth and they were both standing right under the shower so imagine her surprise when Abir switched on the shower. She shivered a little as the cold water hit her, drenching her. She felt it seep into her clothes. "What are you doing?" She couldn't help but stare a little as she looked at him. Water running down his hair and face, a small smile playing on his lips.  "Did you not tell her that you are planning to have a shower?" Mishti's cheeks turned red. Not very sure if it was his comment or her own thoughts. "I was lying." With that, she took a step back and turned around, only to be pulled backwards by her waist. She closed her eyes as her back hit his chest. "Abir!" She meant to shoubt but it was hardly a whimper. "You did give me something before opening the door for her." "I did."  "And it would be unfair if I didn't return it." "It would be." Mishti softly answered. Abir smiled. Bending, he placed his lips on her neck, over the dress she was wearing. Her hand clutched his. Pushing her hair out of the way, he placed another kiss right behind her ear, this one a little longer. Mishti shivered not sure if it was the cold water or the heat. His hands were lose around her and she pulled a little away. Before she could take a step, he turned her around, making her face him.  "I don't remember you shying away the night of Janmashtami." Abir raised a brow. "Neither did you in the hospital nor a few minutes ago, right outside." Mishti only downcast her eyes, smiling. Hands cupping her face, he made her look up. Leaning in, he placed a kiss on her forehead. Mishti closed her eyes again. His lips felt warm against her cool forehead. He moved a little closer, rubbing their noses together. Mishti gulped. Balancing herself on her toes, she rose, hands moving to his neck.  No words were exchanged as their lips met. They didn't know who was the one who initiated it. All they knew was that it felt amazing. Mishti ran a hand on his back, feeling his wet hoodie stick to his body like second skin. His one hand was on her face, holding it for the kiss while the other around her waist, pulling her closer.  When the parted, Mishti looked to her side, trying to regain her breath.  Not meeting his eyes, she side-stepped and turned the shower off. Abir pulled her to him.  "You'll catch a cold." Mishti tried. All she wanted to do was kiss him again.  "At least look at me. This wasn't that bad." "Of course it wasn't." Mishti chuckled nervously. Wow, what was she even supoosed to say? Compliment his skills?  When he couldn't take the awkwardness anymore, Abir turned to her and pulled her in for another kiss. Other thoughts could wait. All he knew was he had her in his arms.

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