2: I'm Here My Love

Ayesha's POV,

It was just half an hour before the sunrise. My bag was packed with necessary clothes and cash. I tiptoed outside my room. Everyone was sleeping. I quitely checked on my parents. I felt extremely guilty and scared to do this but I had no choice. I have to see him atleast once.

"I'm sorry Mom, Dad. Please don't be mad. I'll be back soon in promise." I whispered and blinked back my tears.

I reached the door and took a deep breath.

"Alright Armaan, I'm coming to meet you. Get ready." I said as I stepped out confidently but still praying that everything might turn alright.

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I took the train from Kharghar where I live to go to my destination Andheri West.

'It's ok.... it's ok Ayesha. You can do it.'

I kept repeating in my head. I got a good window seat. I sat there. The train was almost empty as it's still too early. I was soo excited thinking and picturing how our 1st meeting would be. The wind was soo amazing that I don't know when I fell asleep.

I woke up abruptly from my dream.

'Damn! How long did I sleep. Did I miss my station? Oh no!'

I hastily got up from my sleep. The sun was shining bright. I reached for my bag but it wasn't there.

"Where did my bag go?" I started searching frantically. Up... down... everywhere. Below my seat, below others seat. I troubled all the passengers in my section for my bag but no one cared to even look at me let alone help me. I was crying by now. Did I get robbed. Ya Allah!!!

I even missed the station. I got down on a random station and started crying my eyes out. I was scared, angry... I was uterly confused.

'Allah please help me. I'm scared.'

Crying like this wouldn't do any good. I had 2 options in front of me now.

1- Go back home and explain the situation and never even think about meeting Armaan again.

2- Take the next train, go to Andheri West and meet the love of your life.

I choose option 2.

So firstly I went to the station police to file a complaint. I waited for our till my job was done but Allah only knows when I'll get my back.

Thank God at least I had my phone but I had switched off so that my parents don't call me. I was starving by now but I had no money.

I sat on a bench and blankly stared at my phone waiting for the next train. Suddenly I realised something.

I always keep emergency money in my phone cover! Yes!!!

Thank you Allah!!!

I opened the cover and checked for the money. There was a ₹500 note. More than enough for now.....

I immediately ran to a stall to buy something to eat. I didn't wanted to waste my money so I just bought tea and a pack of biscuits for now.

Armaan's POV,

As bhai and I were bickering about how the music should be. The door opened and Shanaya walked in.

"Hey guys, wassup?" She said came and sat beside me. Too close.

"Hey Shanaya. Looking good." Amaal Bhai said.

"I do right. I bought this dress from Milan last week." She said showing off her short yellow dress.

"Let's take a selfie." She said already taking out her phone before we both could even protest.

"Shanaya, sorry but we are working on our next music. So we'll see you later. K?" I said gently as I could.

"Yeah, Armaan is really stressed right now trying to process how my tune is better than his." Bhai teased.

"Ok bhai don't. Mine is far much better. It fits the lyrics perfectly." I said sternly.

"Nah, it's missing something."

"What?"

"Everything."

"No way I'm telling yo-"

"OH STOP IT!" Shanaya yelled.

We both immediately stopped and looked at her innocently.

"Geez, you guys are soo annoying. I'm leaving bye. Call me when you guys have something interesting to do." She got up and left. We brothers looked at eachother and laughed.

Good riddance.

"Yaar Armaan. Your music is good but it's missing something really." Amaal bhai said.

"I feel the same thing."

"I know what it is?"

I looked at him questioning.

"Inspiration. Dude, you sing soulful love songs but you haven't been in love. EVER. Loosen up a little. Take a break, fall in love." He said massaging my shoulder.

"With whom? You?" I said sarcastically.

He chuckled. "No. But Shanaya isn't that bad. I mean she likes you from a very long time." He smirked.

"Oh please bhai. She's too..... Shanaya." That's the only word to describe her.

"She only likes me because I'm The Armaan Malik. Nothing else." I rolled my eyes.

"Hey don't sulk bro. You'll find someone soon. You won't die alone."

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that supposed to cheer me?"

"Yeah a little."

"Didn't work."

"Really."

I gave him a thumbs down. He shrugged.

"Ok then back to music."

Ayesha's POV,

I took the next train and finally reached the Andheri West station. I took a bus as I had to save money and asking people I finally reached his house.

As if they'd all be waiting for me and take me in like a celebrity walking on the red carpet. Pft. I was immediately pushed out by security as soon as I even reached the gate.

"I'm here to see Armaan Malik." I said smiling widely.

"Look Madam. Dozens of girls come here everyday saying they want to meet Armaan sir or Amaal sir. We can't let everyone in. Sorry madam. Please leave." The guard said.

"But please I just need to see him once." I requested.

"Then see him on TV or internet." He said pushing me again.

"But I really love him. Uncle please."

"So does every other girl. Now get lost." He yelled.

"No I have to see him." I yelled stubbornly.

"Fine do whatever you want outside this gate." He yelled.

I started crying again. It's soo tough but I won't lose hope. I went through soo much but now I'm not turning back. I'm not leaving unless and until I see him.

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[For days thier daughter had been missing. Ayesha's family called her several times but her phone was switched off. They called each and every person they knew to inquire about her. Friends, relatives. They even made a police complaint. They had a hint where their daughter would be. They just didn't wanted it to be true.

Ayesha was staying all day and all night outside his house. The guards asked her to leave soo many times. Either by force of talking sweetly but she wouldn't listen. All her money was spent too. She was scared to turn her phone on because she knew how her parents were. So after a night out even the guard took pity on her and let her stay in his quarter as she was around his daughters age.

Cars came and went but she couldn't once see anyone in it. The windows were too dark. Finally after 4 days Mrs. Malik noticed her.

"Who's that girl? I've been seeing her for 3 days." She asked the guard

He told her the situation.

Mrs. Malik noticed that the girl seemed from a good family. And went to talk to her.]

I was sitting outside the house yet again today. Guard uncle allows me to spend the night in his quarter. That's nice of him. I'm hungry. I've hadn't eaten for 2 days. I feel dizzy and I desperately need a shower. Although im not that ugly. I'm atleast presentable when I meet my Armaan.

Someone walked towards me and I couldn't believe who it was.

It was Armaan's mother. She looked at me from up to down.

"I've been watching you for days now. Who are you and what do you want? You seem from a good family. What are you doing in here?"

She asked.

I was explaining her the entire situation but suddenly I felt soo dizzy, everything was spinning and then...all went black.

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When my eyes flickered open. I was on a large sofa and in a big room.

'No way! Am I inside his house?'

"Are you ok now? You passed out as you started talking to me. So I brought you in." Mrs. Malik said.

"Th- thank you soo much ma'am." I said weekly.

She smiled somewhat relived I guess.

As I sipped the water which HIS mother offered me.... I heard HIS voice. My heart skipped a beat. My mouth popped open and eyes went wide. He was standing right in front of me. Tall, handsome, his eyes met mine.... I forgot how to breathe.

It was him. It was ARMAAN MALIK my one true love.....

"Who's this girl Mom?"

Mrs.Malik looked at me and then at him.

"She's your fan."

I couldn't believe it. I was finally seeing Armaan Malik in his own home.

What will happen next for me now?