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It was just about midnight. Vikram was working on his laptop non stop. He was sitting in his room as it was more comfortable than his study. He changed his formal attire into a pyjama and tshirt.

'I should wear this more often' he thought.

His eyes often wandered towards the balcony window to see someone, but apparently she would always be out of her room for whatever reasons.

He smiles a little, thinking about her. He has been smiling a awfully lot after she came into his life. At first he hated her but then he started feeling sympathetic about her. That was the first thing that dissolved his hatred towards her.

He didn't love her, yet.

He liked her, a lot.

Where would he be today he hadn't been taking a walk in his garden to clear his head, What would have happened if he was not there to save Lila in time?

The thought of his precious Lila to be in arms of Vijaysingh made his blood boil.

He banged his hand on the desk and soon realised it as a mistake.

His eyes once again went towards the balcony, the empty room clearly visible.,

Someone entered a room, for few seconds he thought he was dreaming about it but the pain in his hand reminded him that he was pretty much awake. 

It was a man, who entered her room and quickly hid behind her wardrobe. 

Before he could think of doing something, he saw his Lila enter the room. He wanted to tell her to go away. He was stuck on the spot thinking whether his eyes were playing game.

The man came out of her wardrobe and from behind whispered something in her ear, she turned around and hugged him.

Anger boiled inside Vikram, he felt hatred and betrayal, the pain in his fist long forgotten. 

He turned around and stormed towards Lila's house, to pull the man off his Lila.

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Lila's Pov

I was in the store room. Keeping a sapling carefully in the window. Tomorrow I was going to plant it in my garden.

"Lila"

I turned to see Kaka standing behind me. I smiled at him. The way he defended and helped me last night made our relationship a bit stronger.

"Are those roses?" He asked looking at the saplings in my hand.

"Yes"

"You mother used to love roses. Especially white ones"

I was shocked and looking at that expression he sighed and said "I was in same college as your parents. I was the one who urged to ask her out"

I smiled. So he was the reason for my existence.

"I know we don't have the best relationship in the world but if you need anything don't hesitate to ask" with that he turned to leave, "By the way there is a surprise waiting for you in your room"

What?

I quickly washed my hands and marched towards my room. I opened the door and went inside. I looked around there was nothing. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed me from behind and turned me around.

I looked up and saw

Vihaan.

Shock. Happiness. Excitement.

I felt every ounce of it. I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. I hugged him hard showing how much I missed him. He did the same.

I pulled back.

"You are really here" I couldn't believe it. I was seeing him after so many years. He still looked the same. He was still handsome.

"I am and I am angry" He said with fake anger.

"Why?" I decided to play along

"You didn't recognise me today"

"Today? When?" I was confused. There was not a chance that I saw him and ignored him.

He let out a sigh.

"When fake Panditji gave, fake predicaments about your would be fiancé's health"

"You were the fake priest" I gasped in surprise. I knew he was an actor but now I knew he was an good one.

"Finally. You recognised me"

The door opened again with a boom.

Before I could think anything an angry Vikram's form entered the room. I was pulled away from Vihaan thrown on other side of the room.

He punched Vihaan right into the face and Vihaan was shocked too but tried to reciprocate but Vikram was just too strong and obviously had a surprise element.

I had to do something.

I started pulling Vikram from behind. He was hitting with an intent to kill.

"Vikram leave him. Leave him alone. You will kill him" I sobbed.

He ignored me.

"How dare you touch what is mine? How dare you touch Lila?"

"She is not yours" Vihaan spat back.

"She is mine" Vikram was throwing punches like there was no tomorrow.

"Vikram please stop, don't hurt him for him please" I sobbed.

He stopped and turned to walk towards me.

"Why? What is he to you" He asked me.

"He is my friend. Please leave him" I didn't want Vihaan to get hurt. This was a side of Vikram I never knew. He is just so angry.

"Why were you touching him and letting him touch you"

I was confused. We just hugged. It was not a crime

"He is my friend. Really good friend. We used to play together years ago. He, me and Deepti"

Vikram's fist was opening and closing. His jawline hard as a brick.

"You need to stay away from him" He stated harshly. Did he just do that?

"No. I won't" He let out a frustrated sigh.

"You have to"

"Why?"

"Because I say so" That's not a valid reason.

"I am right here you know" Vihaan said standing up. I was glad that after all this beating there was no permenant damage on his face.

"Nobody asked you" Vikram growled.

"Vikram, I am not going to stop talking to Vihaan because you say so."
I stated the truth.

"Okay. So you choose him. Why did you lie to me Lila. That there was no one else in your life"

His voice so sounded desperate that I didn't have a heart to tell him no. But I had to. I knew Vihaan since I was a kid. We grew up together. We went to school together. He was my escape when things at home were too much to handle. He was there to console me when things were hard.

But I couldn't tell this to Vikram. Not now, at least. It would cause more problems.

"Vikram, I cannot just stay away from people just because you are insecure, you need to understand this"

"Lila"

"Vikram"

Just them the wall clock in my room started chiming. It was midnight.

Vihaan walked towards me and held out something from his pocket and bent towards my ears and said,"Happy Birthday Lila"

VIKRAM'S POV

'Happy Birthday Lila'

Shit. I forgot.

That bastard looked at me from Lila's shoulder and smirked. He knew I forgot.

I had to do something. I couldn't just stand here.

I pulled Lila away from him and in my arms.

"Happy Birthday Princess"

She blushed at the nickname.

"Thanks"

She was still holding Vihaan's gift and I got angry. He had no right to give gift. Only I do.

'But you didn't bring anything' My subconscious mind snapped at me.

Deepti entered the room with a bang. She was blowing whistles had dozen balloons in her hand.

It irritated me but Lila was finding it amusing so I tolerated it.

'Happy Birthday Lila' and both girls started jumping. Literally jumping. How old are they, 12?

"Oh you already got a gift?"

"It's from Vihaan" she said and my blood boiled.

"What is it?"

She opened the box and I nearly growled at it.

It was a small frame. With a picture of Lila in that asshole's arm.

Lila looked at it and hugged him.

He was smirking at me through her arms.

I have to do something about this asshole and soon.

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