Twisting the handle, Sandy went into the room, "Om…"

He turned around and faced her, smiling, "Hi Sandy."

"I came to tell you that I am leaving!"

"What? Why?"
"Well, I have a family to…back in Bangalore."

Om processed it for a minute, "But, I love you." He said casually.

Sandy knew that this was coming, so it was no surprise for her. "Om, please…you don't love me."

"And what makes you say that?" Om asked, slightly irritated.

"You love Shanti, and I am not Shanti. Plus you are a super star…"
"So? Superstars don't deserve love?" Om, said, practically screaming.

Sandy was trembling now, she did see him angry a couple of times before but not like this…IT was more like, he was accusing her of something she didn't even do. She just stared at him, rather than saying something, which irritated him, even more.
"What? Have you lost your voice now?" He narrowed his eyes, getting more and more frustrated with the girl in front of him, "I'm speaking to you! Do you think that I am using you? Or maybe girls are just puppets for me?"

Now he was spitting the words out.

Sandy, with tears in her eyes now rolling down her face, started crying. "No, that's not what I meant…I am sorry if I hurt-"

Om cursed himself for making her cry, advancing slowly towards her, to apologise, "No, look… I am sorry!"

She moved away from him, turning away so he wouldn't see her cry. She was about to leave the room, when he got hold of her wrist, pulling her towards him. She jerked and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lying his chin on her shoulder and looking at her. She avoided his gaze completely but he was glad that she didn't fight or resist him.

"Sandy, I know you are upset…I am too…And I took it out on you." He said, lifting his head from her collar bone, to get a closer and better look at her, "I love you…I don't know how to prove it."
"Om, you don't have to prove anything… my parents would never approve of this."

"Is that the only reason?" He asked in return.

"No, I don't love you."

She untangled herself from him, hoping to get out of the room but he was quicker. He held on to her elbow, as she was about to flee away. He went closer to her, turning her around so she would face him. Although she wouldn't look up at him, he lifted her chin slowly, so she would face him.
He smirked, "that's a lie."

She blushed and looked down at the floor, fidgeting with her fingers. Slowly he bent towards her eyes, and she said, "no…"
"Who are you trying to convince?"
"Om…please don't make this harder-"

"Oh I am making it harder now?"
She started to cry once more, but he couldn't do anything…so instead he just hugged her and she lied there on his chest as he started stroking her hair. Slowly she moved up to meet his gaze, looking deep into it.

Choosing her words carefully, she said, "Om, I wont be able to meet your expectations. You loved Shanti, and I only look like her."
"I love you for who you are." Om said, "And I am not going to loose another love."
She smiled and he kissed her, passionately.