Abhijeet get up from bed.. Tarika wore him his shirt...She button his shirt when he grab her from waist.. N leaned in to kiss her.. But she back away...

Tarika. (misheveously) Mai kam kar rahe hun abhijeet.. Disturb mat karo..

abhijeet remove his hold n move towards her she backed away till she falls at bed.. Abhijeet placed both his hands on her either side.. He is on top of her..standing on his own wait..

Abhijeet. Kia kam kar rahe the?

Tarika. Tmhain shirt pehna rahe the..

Abhijeet. Hmm aur utari kiu the?

Tarika. Bandage change karny k liye..

Abhijeet. Acha koi is bat pay yakeen kary ga?

Tarika. Kia matlb?

Abhijeet. Mai toh kuch aur bataon ga sab ko..

Tarika. Tm aisa nae kar sakhty..

Abhijeet. Mai kar sakhta hun darling.. N he calls dayaa..

Tarika put her hand on his mouth

tarika. Shh abhijeet kia kar rahy ho...

Abhijeet. Wohe jo tm samajhti ho k mai nae kar sakhta..

tarika. Okay wat do u want?

abhijeet. You.

tarika. U already have me..

abhijeet. Just wanna kiss u..

n he leaned towards her.. Her heart pounding against her skin... Her raged breathing can be heard.. He kissed her both checks... Then her lips ... Then her forhead..moving down to her neck...

Tarika. Abhijeet..

but he didnt stop.. He again kissed her lips...

when they broke apart.
abhijeet. Tmhain kia laga mai tmhara advantage lay lun ga?

Tarika. Nae mujhy yakeen hai tm par..

there was a knock on the door..

abhirika get up.. Sthightened up...
Abhijeet lay on bed n tarika beside him..

abhijeet. Aa jao daya..

daya moves in sat at carpet near abhijeet side n gave coffee... They all talked for a while when tarika said good nite. Give quick kiss to abhijeet who hugged her n she go to home..

abhijeet. Daya tm maheerma say mily?

daya. Nae..

abhijeet. Kiu?

daya. Bs aisy he mera dil nae karta us sy bat karny ga..

abhijeet. What? Daya kia bat hai? Mujhy bata?

daya. Nae ABHI kuch bi nae hai.

abhijeet mujh sy jhoot bol raha hai..

daya didnt say anything just look away..

abhijeet. Tu us sy piyar karta hai na..

daya still scilent.

abhijeet. Daya mai kuch poch raha hun..

daya. Nae mai nae karta..

abhijeet. Zara meri taraf dekh k bol...

Daya looked in his eyes n say.
daya. Nahi mai us sy piyar nae karta.

abhijeet. Kiu?

daya. Mai kbi kisi aisy shakhs sy piyar nae kar sakhta jo tmhari is halat ka zimdar ho.. Aur is halat ka zimadar mai bi hun aur woh bi...

abhijeet. (angrily) daya pagal ho gaya hai kia tjhy us waqt bi samjhaya tha.. Main ny jo kuch bi kia woh theak tha. Is halat ka zimadar na tu hai aur na woh mai khud hun ... Samjha... Yeh mera farz hai... Aur tjhy bi pata hai mera k DUTY FIRST SENTIMENT LATTER ... Aur mai ny sentiments mai faisla Nae kia tha... Mai ny sirf apni duty ki hai...

he moves away from daya when daya grab his hand..N stop him..

daya. Okay ABHI im sorry boss... :(

abhijeet turn around n hugged him..

abhijeet. Yar ainda aisa mat sochin... Mai kbi yeh nae brdasht kar sakhta k kisi bi halat ka zimadar tu apny ap ko tehraye...#