A/N : Hi, Divyaa here :) Enjoy reading!

" Miss Vishakha?" Kavin asked the lady on desk as both of them reached the acadamy.

" Yes? How may I help you?" Vishakha asked, looking up from her work.

" Hello, hum CID Mumbai se hai. Aap se thodi information chahiye thi isiliye yaha aye hai." Kavin briefed the old lady.

" Jee bilkul. Kahiye aap ko kis baat ki information chahiye?" Vishakha asked.

Purvi's phone rang out of nowhere, breaking the conversation between Kavin and Vishakha.

" Excuse me." She excused herself as she walked outside leaving Kavin to continue the discussion.

" Hello?"

Purvi answered the call as she stood next to college entrance. Campus was empty due to holiday, which left her the only one standing there. Surprisingly, there came no reply from the other side.

" Hello kaun bol raha hai?" Purvi repeated, waiting for reply. She even had a look at screen to check the network signal, it was fine.

The number was unknown though. So after not recieving any reply from the caller for a little long, she disconnected the call.

As soon as she detatched the phone from her ear, a sharp pointed metal was placed on the back of her neck.

" Hilna matt warna kaant dunga."

A masculine voice boomed in her ears as she took in the situation.

" Toh yeh tumhari chaal thi." Purvi let out a bitter chuckle.

" Haan. Aur tum bewakoofon ki tarah phas bhi gayi, inspector." The man spoke.

" Kaun ho tum? Kya chahte ho?" Purvi asked.

" Tumhe aur tumhare saathi ko khatam karna chahta hu."

" Accha? Bhaade ke tattu ho matlab. Kisne paise diye hai tumhe?"

" Aye! Zyada jubaan chalayi na toh-"

Before the attacker could utter any word further, Purvi slammed his hand away making the knife fly out of his grip. She kicked the man right on his stomach, followed by a couple of punches over face.

" Purvi!"

Kavin came running to her while she continued to kick the man's ass. Kavin grabbed the man's collar and turned to face him.

" Bata kisne bheja hai tujhe?" He commanded.

" Nahi bataunga." The criminal yelped.

Kavin slapped the man right on his face, the man fished a small bottle from his pocket. Kavin hurried to snatch it but the man already downed the bottle down his throat.

" Aye! Idhar dekh! Bata kisne bheja tujhe humein marne!?"

Kavin's blood boiled as the man died right in front of him without revealing the name of culprit.

" Damn it!" Kavin exclaimed angrily as he let go the lifeless body of the man.

Purvi took out her phone to call an ambulance for taking away the body. Meanwhile Kavin was already examining the body for any evidence or any identity proof.

" Thanks. Jaldi aa jaiye."

Purvi turned to see Kavin letting out an exasperated sigh as he stood up.

" Kya hua? Kuch mila?" She asked.

" Kuch bhi nahi. Lagta hai isse yahi kaha gaya tha ki ya toh humein marna hai ya phir pakda gaya toh khud mar jana hai. Isiliye toh iske paas na koyi wallet hai, na koyi phone." The senior explained.

" Sir, Jisne bhi isse bheja hai woh yeh nahi chahta ki hum iss case ki teh tak jaye. Aur agar hum pe hamla hua hai iska matlab Didi ki jaan ko bhi khatara ho sakta hai hai."

Purvi was beyond concerned for her sister which didn't go unnoticed by Kavin.

" Main abhi bhai ko alert kar deta hu. Tum chinta matt karo."

After twenty minutes, the ambulance arrived and took custody of the dead body. Kavin and Purvi got into the car and headed to Nisha's address gotten from the acadamy with Vishakha's help.

The drive was quiet so far, Purvi's eyes engrossed themselves in the tress and rusty lamp posts passing by.

" Woh.." Kavin started the conversation.

Purvi turned her gaze to look at him.

" Tum theek ho na?" He asked, hesitantly.

Oh dear, how awkward was the situation going to be? Those who were arguing like stubborn kids were sitting completely silent for the second time in that trip. Back to square one, great.

" Bilkul." She kept her answer short.

" I'm sorry main tumhe bacha nahi paya." Kavin spoke, swiftly switching the gear.

" Main ek cop hu. Khud ko bachana aata hai mujhe." Purvi stated as a matter of fact.

You could litreally see Kavin rolling his eyes, this girl was something else. She was on a whole different tangent.

" Haan waise tumhari jubaan bhi kuch talwar se kam nahi hai. Woh aadmi ek mamuli churi se tumhara kya bighad leta." Kavin mocked her.

Purvi couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Kavin smiled faintly as well.

" Aap se dekha nahi jata na mujhe shant baitha hua? Koyi na koyi baat chedni zaruri hi hai. Kyu?" Purvi crossed her arms.

" Aisi koyi baat nahi hai. Woh toh mujhe bore ho raha tha isiliye socha tumhe hi uksa du."

" Accha? Yeh matt bhuliye ki-"

Just like that, the silent journey came back to life. The road seemed less long while Kavin and Purvi continued to take on each other.

Although Kavin had successfully diverged Purvi's mind from the attack, he knew that he had to be more alert and more careful now. Especially towards Purvi. He couldn't let anything happen to her, after all he promised so to Dushyant.

A gentleman's promise.

Dushyant smiled at the sight of his girlfriend sleeping peacefully on the couch with a book hanging halfway over the edge.

He quietly made his way to her, closing the door behind him. How thankful he was of the spare key he had to Meera's place in times like these. He had returned from his duty, the initial plan was to have dinner out at Meera's favourite restraunt. But the case took a little longer keeping him engaged.

Meera fell asleep on the couch while waiting for Dushyant.

Dushyant gently took the book off her hand and kept it aside. He took a moment to appreciate how beautiful his Meera was. She wore an elegant black salwar suit, the tiny black bindi right on point, pretty earpieces dangling off her ears, her long waist length hair left open with a few bobby pins neatly chapped.

Meera was simply made of grace. Whatever she did, she was always so sophisticated and so graceful. Unlike Purvi, who was total opposite of Meera. Loud, vibrant and bold.

Dushyant always wondered how similar his and Meera's personality was. Both of them were always calm, they always thought properly before making any decision. No wonder they fell for each other.

His palm softly rested on her cheek letting his thumb brush a little over the side of her eyes. Her eyes, for Dushyant Meera had the most gorgeous eyes in world. Her eyes attracted him right from the day he first saw her.

He still remembered that day sharply. He entered the forensic lab with his father and fellow team members and the new doctor who just joined that day certainly caught his eye.

She was definately a beauty. Intelligence, sharpness and politeness topped her personality like cherry on cake.

So that's how it went from there, they grew closer by time and eventually confessed their feeling to each other. Since the day Meera walked in, life only treated Dushyant better and better each day.

She became his secret salvation, and he, her home.

Dushyant Singh, the ever so content man could feel his heart breaking beneath his chest the moment when he saw his Meera standing helplessly in lab that day.

Blamed, humiliated, alone.

Dushyant made an oath to himself that day to always protect her, her dignity and her happiness no matter what the future holds.

He took his phone and ordered Meera's favourite food from the very place they were supposed to go eat. Till the food arrived, he took out the neccessary vessels. Setting them neatly on dining table, he served the food for two of them.

" Meera?" Dushyant softly patted her arm.

She shifted in her sleep a little before opening her eyes to come across her boyfriend.

" Tum late ho." She told him as a matter of fact, straightening herself on the couch.

" Pata hai." He chuckled.

" Lekin khana ready hai. Chalo."

Dushyant smiled taking her hand in his before guiding her to the dining table where hot food awaited them.

" Yeh sab? Tum ne?" Meera looked at her boyfriend in awe.

" Kya kare ab? Dinner ke liye late ho gaya toh compensate toh karna padega na?" Dushyant shrugged.

Meera let out a heartful laugh before encasing him in a warm hug. Soon they were seated on dining table, having their food while Meera listened happily about Dushyant's day.

On the other side,

" What? How is this possible?" Kavin spat, completely shocked.

" Are you sure yeh Nisha hi hai?" Purvi asked, not believing her eyes.

" Jee madam. Yahi miss Nisha hai. Pichle do saal se yeh iss hi halat mein hai."

The nurse told Kavin and Purvi as they stared at the girl sleeping on bed, looking like she was asleep for quiet a time. What was the word again? Yes, coma.

A/N : Wow that was the fastest chapter I've written so far. I hope you guys liked it :) Do let me know :) A massive thank you for your feedback, means a lot.

One last thing, Dear Guest, I've ignored you once but seems like you're too desperate to get a reply from me. Let's end it here from my side.

1. Yes I did say to consider nice language and grammer as bonus, just like you said that these days it's rare to find it in this fandom EXCLUDING some of my fellow authors who write excellent. So that line actually makes sense.

2. Isn't what I write in my story/my summery supposed to be MY business? I'm sorry but you forgot your nose in there :p If you have issues with my writing or me, you're totally free to leave. Door's right there :)

3. I really hope you have a life outside apart from making nameless comments on a strangers' book. Consider mentioning your name next time. The real one okay? Not the made up one. Stop messing with strangers for nothing, you'll end up getting neglected.

Lastly, its "Anyway" not "Anyways" dear. Thanks for giving me a good laugh.

Love xx

- Divine :)