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Kartik POV

“oo sajni re, kaise katein din raat, kaise toh tujhse baat”

If teasing me had been a job, Mili would have been the CEO of it. For the past 10 minutes he is singing this song, and irritating the hell out of me!

“Mili bus ab chup ho jaa warna muh par tape laga dunga main tere” without turning back, I groaned a little with a tight lipped smile, looking at mili's reflection in the mirror, I was sitting in front of.

“maine kuch kaha aapko? Main bus gaana ga raha hoon. Trending hai, aap bhi suno. Poora din Satyanaas karte rehte ho”

Oh God, why is everyone behaving like Sara with me these days. Removing the invisible dirt from his shoulders, he continued doing this weird dance of his — some steps of salsa and contemporary with a touch of umm what, bhangra? huh whatever.

“Jaise ki mujhe kuch dikh nahi raha na” I reverted back, and looked at my phone again, just to mentally groan again.

It's all because of this phone. Hadn't I missed Sara's three calls, I wouldn't have behaved so impulsive. It all happened 20 minutes ago.

I am in London today, for Chandu Champion promotions. After some interviews and media interaction segments, it was some promotional videos that me and my team were recording when Sara called me thrice. But of course as my phone was not with me, I couldn't answer her back. After noticing it and coming back to my hotel room, I tried calling her back a few times — okay to be precise, I have tried her number seven times in the last fifteen minutes —  but all calls went unanswered.

No no, we didn't fight thi-

— she doesn't need any reason or any fight to be angry with you. Girlfriend hai, bina baat par gussa hona, janam sidh adhikar hai uska.
Sometimes, I really feel like awarding my heart, for going all the way round and coming up with the most illogical logics to defend Sara in literally any and every matter. Practicality or Logics ka kya hai, woh toh aate jaate rehte hain. Haina?

My frustrated brain made me roll my eyes at my heart, yup I do that sometimes.

When she didn't pick my call even on the seventh try, the paying guests in my brain — patience and calmness — lost their status and made me curse my luck a little louder. Loud enough, that my team got all their ears, eyes and smirks on me which was anyway and anyday the last thing I wanted to happen at that time. Not having any more energy in me to cook some story about it, I told them the whole issue just to regret it the very next second. Because what followed was a huge wave of laughs, hehes, hahas and 'tease Kartik till you breathe' virus.

“Jab dekhna chahiye tha, tab toh dekha nahi”
SHUT UP MILI, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE. Agli baar asfc match khelne jaaunga, isko hi football ke replacement mein use karunga.

Before I could reply to this savage sausage in front of me, I realized this bickering of ours have actually got an audience. Tearing my gaze from the mirror in front of me, through which I was shooting glares at mili, I looked at other ministers of my court — mere sapt-ratan. Where Isha, Vicky and Kazim were busy laughing their guts out, Priyanka, Faisal and Sachin were really trying hard to not laugh at my expense, but were apparently failing.

“Had someone told me a few months ago, that Kartik behaves literally like a teenager when in love, I would have really laughed my guts out” said Isha in between her laughs as if she wasn't laughing her ‘guts out’ right now.

When I was busy rolling my eyes at Isha, I heard Vicky exclaim with a sort of pride in his voice “Isha, don't wanna brag, but you really missed the best part”. Haan haan aur aag mein ghee daal tu.