Hello people. First things first – I am extremely sorry for leaving abruptly. I know that it is completely unacceptable but I had to settle in college. And honestly, the terrible fight between Abhijeet and Tarika left me heartbroken – I thought that FW defied all logic and split them and that there might be some permanent break up. But thank goodness, nothing like that ever came. As always, FW didn't tell us how they patched up….so I thought that I will bridge the gap ;) On to the story then:

LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO

It was a cold November morning. As the chilly air blew into the room, it sent shivers down his spine. A part of his brain told him that he should close the window and turn the heater on….But he didn't even more for the more dominant part of his brain was lost in another world. As fingers mechanically moved on his phone, he glanced through some pictures and his face revealed a mixture of emotions. Occasionally a wry smile appeared on his face, sometimes he laughed, at other times a blush creeped up his cheeks and sometimes a tear slipped out of his eyes.

At present, he was blushing, embarrassed and smiling at the same time. His eyes fixed on yet another picture of them. She was, as always, looking beautiful in a black a dress and a blue coat. He always loved her in blue – and he had told her to wear it that day. He had told her that he would wear blue too and when she asked him why he loved colour co-ordinating so much, he always replied with a wink. She never asked for more explanation, she liked giving in to him, she liked giving him small little pleasures – something he had never experienced before – that woman, she always stood by him, silently watching him, understanding him, rarely complaining and always accepting him with all her heart. A tear slipped from his eye as he thought of what she was, what she is…is, he hoped.

His brain took him back to that day….she wore blue and for the first time he broke the colour co-ordination, he didn't bother wearing blue. Or, lets say he avoided blue on purpose…because – well, he was jealous. He hated admitting that to anyone else but to her…..he told her everything (reference case: Bhootiya colony). That day, Sachin had taken a picture of them in the lab….he was looking at her from the corner of his eyes – trying hard to be angry, his heart yearning for her sorry, his brain urging him to ask her if that guy was ever something more than a friend and she was smiling – that "I know what it is" smile – oh how he loved and loathed that smile.

Another tear slid down his face as he saw another picture. Only he was there in the picture – it was a still taken from a video recording. An agent was video recording all the cases without CID's knowledge….there were some transparency and bureaucracy issues. After all the doubts were cleared, the video was handed to CID. She saw the cases too….this particular case "Samundar mein kankaal" and this one was a still when he saw blood on the steering wheel of her car. He looked like he was about to faint….she was responsible for this picture. She had sent to him on whatsapp with an "awwwww….." after it. He confronted her on it when they met after that.

Abhijeet: Tarika, ye kaisi pic hai yaar.

Tarika: Achi toh hai Abhijeet. Kya problem hai tumko?

Abhijeet: Arrey yaar….aisi pic ka kya karenge?

Tarika, a little annoyed: tumko nahi chahiye toh delete kar doh nah, mujhe toh chahiye….isme saaf saaf dikh raha ki tum kitni care karte ho meri.

Abhijeet:Tarika ji…..care toh hum humesha aapki kartein.

Tarika blushed and looked down at that floor. In all his efforts to look at her face, he didn't realize when she had flung her arms around his neck and wrapped herself around him. After a few moments, he held her by the shoulders and made her look at her eyes in an intense, passionate gaze, he gently kissed her forehead. As his lips felt her skin, pouring all his love into her, he watched her eyelashes flutter, savouring the moment.

Suddenly, he found sorrow overcoming him, he was thinking of the fight they had in the forensic lab. They had fought before but it was never in front of other people. They had stopped talking before (Reference: he had told Daya how she once didn't talk to her for a month) but this was the first time they fought in front of other people. She was a woman who liked being strong, who believed in maintaining a placid air around her….she could hide everything behind a smile – even her voice didn't betray her. She too was a human…sometimes she had lost to her emotions but that was very rare. She had told him not to mix work and their relationship….oh, how he wished he had obeyed!

True that Dr. salunkhe was like her father but still he knew her – she wouldn't forgive him for what he had done, for what he had said…she had always protected him in front of Dr. Salunkhe – she wouldn't forget this…she wouldn't.

He wanted to apologize…but he couldn't. was it because sorry was too small a word to contain his feelings or was it because his ego was too big to bow down to their relationship? He didn't know, he didn't care….all he knew was that he needed her, he needed her touch, he needed to hear voice, he needed her to love him like she did.

The next thing he knew was that he was calling her. She picked up but she didn't say a word. He didn't speak either. There was silence….mere silence! This continued for two long minutes until he heard Dr. Salunkhe asking her to go home – she cut the call. This was the sixth time they were doing it….one of them called and neither of them said a word.

Okay guys…that is it for today…I have exams and I need your prayers for tomorrow. Well, that's the last exam ;) Please do review.