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ranbir kapoor as abeer

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Her eyes trailed to the truck. She leaned on the window sill, her hair fluttering over her shoulder as Abeer looked up. The girl blushed, her cheeks turning into a pink and she quickly moved away from the window sill. However, Abeer couldn't get how surreal her beauty was.

He tried to distract himself, making himself a mental note to get her name afterwards. Abeer hoisted the box closer to his chest and looked at his new house. He hated moving around - but at least now he has a beautiful neighbour around his age.

Abeer found himself moving around a lot due to his father who was a businessman looking for new hotels to buy. This time, his father has finally decided to let a eighteen year old Abeer settle down in a home by himself. For this reason he couldn't be more glad. Finally, he wouldn't have to always rely on a GPS or a missing father to get around.

His eyes lingered at the window sill, awaiting for the girl to come back out. She doesn't but however, the door to her home opened and a huge smile came on Abeer's lips. A few minutes later, she's introduced herself as Nazia while his eyes constantly fell down from her brown eyes to her pink lips and slowly drifting down to how well her white dress highlights her curves. When she raised an eyebrow, he quickly made eye contact again and started speaking with a sugary voice.

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Abeer snaps out of the memory, watching the painting that had triggered it in the first place. Nazia truly worked magic - she had perfectly drew his and her home. The red truck, a blur of black - the same color he wore that day - and even the flowers that line her garden were sketched perfectly. A stick figure stands in front of the house with angry red flame surrounding it - and Abeer can only assume it's himself.

He glances over his shoulder, watching Nazia walk towards her boss. She waves her hands around, most likely asking why is he here. The art opening isn't due until a few more hours and the auction doesn't begin until then.

With a smirk, he trails his eyes back to the painting. Abeer already predicted her reaction to the news - she'll widen her eyes and demand for her world to be spun back into focus. There's no way she'll allow Abeer to buy the building, all twenty two levels of it.

This building they stand in, is called the Artist's Home. It's a fitting title. Each level has a variety of studios, for artists, dancers, musicians and so much more. It's Nazia's safe haven. The only catch phrase is that if the owner doesn't feel like you're using the place to its true potential, they could kick you out.

The first owner's dying wish was that each of this floor to be used for its full potential. If Abeer buys this building, he has every single power to kick her out under the lousy excuse of him thinking her art isn't enough.

She knows that if she lets Abeer buy this place, including her own studio, he wouldn't let her have peace. Nazia frowns upon hearing her words. "Nazia," Zoya sighs. "I can't do anything. Abeer is a willing buyer. I'm moving to Australia next week, it's already too late."

Nazia finally accepts her words, nodding as she traces her eyes back to Abeer. He looks at her painting, the one of an island. At first, the painting looks beautiful with its delicate patterns woven into the ocean. However, if you look closely, you can make out the shadow of two people yelling at each other against the waves of the ocean.

Before the waves, an image of two people hugging appears. There's not enough detail to show who it is but Abeer already knows. The island is unmistakable. It brings so many memories, each one bringing a glow to his face until he spots the shadows.

The island was the very place he had taken Nazia to on a holiday - and the first time they fought due to a mysterious lipstick stain on his white shirt. They had gone to an island resort for a holiday, paid by Abeer who is extremely wealthy.

"Abeer?"

"Yes?" He looked at her and the way she sprawled out on the couch. She was busy on her phone earlier while Abeer was watching TV. Nazia's head laid on Abeer's lap, her hair flying all over his knees as she watches his brown eyes.

"Why do you love me?"

Abeer took a sharp intake of breath, his lungs filling themselves with the scent of the ocean. The question seemed random but from the way Nazia's eyes watched his expectedly, she was wondering for awhile.

"There's nothing I can hate about you. You're utterly perfect," Abeer said and then placed a peck on her lips.

Abeer looks up, his eyes meeting Nazia's. The eyeliner around them make the anger even more edivent in her eyes. Even her fists are balled up and she stares at Abeer with eyes that . . . Despise him.

She takes long strides in her heels, standing beside Abeer so she can make eye contact with him. Each click of her heels cause his heart to thud dangerously and the way her perfume meets his lips makes him smile despite the danger. The danger of Nazia hating him.

"What are you trying to do?" she asks, her eyes focusing on Abeer's grinning ones. She never changed her perfume. The scent lingers off her and each time he inhales a breath, he remembers all their happy moments. It's enough to make him smile. "Stop smiling!"

Her frown deepens when Abeer smiles harder at her. "I'm here to take back what was mine."

"I'm not a fucking object that you can take back. I'm a person, someone with a memory and a heart that hate you - "

Her words get cut off when Abeer takes a step closer to her, leaning as he smiles at her. He raises his hands, lingering them around Nazia's lips. Although he doesn't touch the red lipstick of it, Nazia still freezes stiff. "What about these lips," he mutters, dropping his tone low.

"They've found a better kisser," Nazia finally says, her eyes snapping out of the trance his hands put her in. She takes a step back, distancing herself from Abeer. "And they've learnt how to survive without poison."

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A FEW HOURS LATER, Kabir smiles at his fiancé, grabbing her hand in his as he spins her around. The dress twirls with her and she laughs for the first time in the afternoon.

From the moment she walked into their home, she was frowning and upset. Nazia had burried her face in Kabir's chest, refusing to move it from there until a few moments later. After some chai, she had confessed how Abeer had brought the building she works at.

A few hours later, both of them stand before a mirror. Nazia stands closer towards the mirror, applying her mascara carefully as Kabir simply watches her. Her green dress reaches her knees and her hair is trapped in a simple high ponytail. But as usual, her eyelashes are thicken by mascara and her nose piercing shines against their room's lighting.

Kabir looks stunning as well. He wears a simple black suit and a dark green tie to match Nazia's mint dress. She looks at Kabir, her long green earings dangling against her neck. "Do I look -"

"You always look amazing," Kabir interrupts, his lips forming a smile as Nazia rolls her eyes. He wraps his arms around Nazia, pressing his lips against her temple. "Good luck. Remember to have fun."

"How?" Nazia sighs, leaning into his chest as she watches their figures through the mirror. "He's going to be there."

Naiza loves presenting her art and talking about the stories behind them. The imagination of Abeer, watching her with the emotionless black eyes of his while she discusses their past made her nervous. Even the sight of the eyes she used to love so much made her feel terrible.

"But I'll be there and so will free food," Kabir says, smiling at her. Nazia simply laughs with his words, her eyes filling themselves with love.

"Sounds promising."

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Abeer takes a sip of his wine, the sweetened grape taste warming up his cold body. Despite the heaters inside the room, he still shivers as he huddles around the painting. His eyes scan the room carefully and his grip on the glass tightens when he catches the sight of what he's looking for.

Nazia. She walks in the room, causing heads to turn with the sound of her laugh. Beside her, a man in a tuxedo walks. The way he watches her reminds Abeer of the way someone would look at the world; with longing and love. It's just the way his eyes seem to brighten at the sight of her laugh makes it obvious he's in love with her.

The thought itself causes Abeer to bite down on his lip. Nazia looks beautiful today, her height largened by her green heels and her lips enchanced by her lipstick. Along with Abeer's gaze, plenty of other people watch the couple walk over.

Their looks demend attention, from the way they looked perfect together. Both of them are equally beautiful and watch each other with so much love. The mere sight of it can make anyone jealous of their relationship.

Abeer starts to walk over to them, his gaze firmly placed on Nazia. Neither of the couple bother to look upwards towards Abeer as they laugh alongside each other. All of the bystanders have already gotten bored and turned their gaze onto the beautiful paintings.

The paintings are everywhere and each one of them cause Kabir's heart to flip over. He couldn't help it - he's so proud of his fiance and her talent. "These are amazing," he mutters, his eyes trailing a painting. Nazia smiles, squeezing Kabir's hand as a thank you.

"Nazia."

Nazia's heels click on the wooden floor, her dress swirls as she turns. Alongside her, Kabir does as well and when he spots Abeer, he presses his lips together. How dare he try to ruin Nazia's special day?

This time, Abeer looks Kabir up and down before turning back to Nazia. He watches her carefully, his eyes trailing her lips to her raised eyebrow. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice close to an annoyed sigh.

"Love."

"Go to a strip club," Kabir comments. "Or join Shaadi dot com. Tinder is free as well."

With Kabir's words, Nazia chuckles before moving her lips back into a line. Abeer missed that laugh of hers and his lips automatically move into a smile while watching them. However, he still makes a mental note to deal with Kabir later.

"You're completely pathetic," Abeer replies, his eyes firmly on Kabir's. He watches Kabir's flaming eyes with a smile. "We both know that she'll always pick me."

"Why on Earth will she even downgrade?"

"Exactly. Why on Earth did she pick you out of all other men in the world?" Abeer spits back, taking a step closer to Kabir. Nazia watches this with worried eyes, her arms flying out infront of Kabir's chest as he moves foward. Both of them men look at Nazia who was quiet throughout their conversation.

"Let's go," she mutters to Kabir. Immediately, the fire in his eyes dies out to be replaced by guilt. He shouldn't be fighting her battles for her like some cheesy Bollywood movie. Nazia is more than capable to.

He places his hand back in hers and again, the walk away as Abeer watches with a sour taste in his mouth. "Nazia," he calls out again. Both of the couple spare a glance back at him.

He takes a few steps closer to them, his eyes only watching her as the crowd watches. People were already watching from the moment Kabir mentioned 'strip club' and their eyes continue to widen. Although their eyes aren't as widened as Nazia's, it was still a sight to be seen.

Kabir watches him with a grimace set on his face. Nazia looks up at him, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'can you believe this guy?'. Either way, Kabir simply just rolls his eyes at Abeer's antics. "I love your paintings," he says, his eyes trailing over the paintings.

"Cut to the chase," Nazia sighs, her eyes watching Abeer's. Abeer smirks at her, knowing what's going through her mind. Countless times has Abeer has sidetracked the main topic, charmed her and then got to the main topic. It was always a foolproof plan, well, until now.

"How long do you think it'll take for you to come back running for me?" Abeer asks, raising an eyebrow. The words take the couple by surpirse and Nazia grits her teeth. "Five or ten days?"

"It'll only happen in your dreams," Nazia replies after a few moments. She had no idea what to say or what to remark back. Kabir on the other hand, stiffens slightly and his eyes frantically searches Nazia's for support.

"You've made a game out of love, haven't you? Break someone's heart and move onto the next. It's all fun until you fall in love," Nazia says, her eyes watching Abeer's with hatred. In return, Abeer simply smirks and shrugs.

"What can I say? You've marked me down right. Fortunately for you, I never loose at games - "

"Then prepare to loose this time," she finishes off, tilting her head slightly with a glare. Abeer shrugs again, his glance fixing itself on Kabir. If Abeer looks closely, he could see slight fear and anger edivent in his eyes.

"Let's go," Nazia mutters to Kabir. He smiles gratefully at her, turning alongside with her. Despite only having their backs to stare at, Abeer watches Kabir as a plan comes to mind.

Love is a game worth playing. The emotional high he receives when he fiddles with someone's heart is spectacular. The rush he gets when someone loves him more than anything and the rush is intestified when he doesn't return the feelings. It's just an emotional high and he can never ever find the words to explain what's it's like to have someone love you so much. To love you beyond this world, to love you forever and for their world to be worth living just by your own mere existance.

All Abeer has ever wanted was for someone to love him. That's all. He doesn't wish to fall in love himself, he wishes do people to have their heart soar when they look at him and for their hearts to break at his departure. He doesn't ever wish the same fate for himself.

Nazia is the only one he's ever loved like that . . . And it took years for him to realize that love isn't a bad thing.

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How was the chapter? The plot kind of begins from here AND ITS GOING TO BE MESSY AND WHEN I MEAN MESSY I MEAN IT.

Anyways, I really like writing this story. The idea is kind of common (happy couple, third guy comes in and BAM) but I swear it gets chai worthy. mean like have y'all ever seen me write a book that isn't dramatic??? Like ever? ?

I'm dedicating this chapter to Krazy_Kiran! You guys most likely know who she is. If you don't (which is probably no one xD) she's an amazing graphic designer (one of the best) who actually manages to do manips (aka something I'm pretty sure is only achievable through kaala jadoo. . . *gasps* KIRAN WHAT) and an amazing author!

Okay amazing doesn't even sum up how amazing her writing is. It's stunning. The decriptions are omygod, the plots are so Bollywood yet unique and the dialogues are so realistic. She's always been one of my inspirations and having a Bollywood themed story has always been on my mind because of her.

I wouldn't count this book as Bollywood however but she's still managed to inspire me so much (y'all should know by now there's more to books than the theme). And she's always supported me?? Like without her, I would have never carried on writing and idk I never really appreciate her.

So this dedication is a bit of a thank you and a huge welcome back (you came back like two weeks ago but we're going to ignore that fact so we can appreciate you more xD).

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