I broke up with Sid. I felt a little sad about it, but I felt as if I was stuck. There was no newness in the relationship and besides, I like what I have with Raghuvendra.

I know what I have done to Sid is not right. I had slept with Raghuvendra, to get close and, maybe get some more information about the American project that Riya is producing. Maybe, I also felt that if he had found out from somewhere else, he would have left me, so I left him.

There's fun, a little bit of competition but it's healthy, kind of. Hopefully, this one will be different.

I saw Riya and Raghuvendra arguing about something, and she looks pissed. Like it's about to blow.

I hope they resolve it between them.

We took the cab home, and they all crashed at my place. But I felt that something wrong was going to happen, I just didn't know what.

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The next day

After the catastrophe that was last night, I decided the best way to start a new day was to indulge in my own thoughts and imagination and starting the process of writing the script. And I also must talk about what happened last night with HR, I think. In case that was not clear, I did not go to work today.

I woke up relatively early, washed myself, made myself a cup of tea, and sat in front of the blinking Word document, hoping that imagination comes knocking on my brain, so I can start writing, but nothing.

My brain was so fried that, I couldn't even formulate a simple sentence. It also didn't help that my own office is covered in trinkets that I found during my travels, and there is a special place where I left some of the most important, happy, and painful things stored in that little steel container, hidden away on the top of my wardrobe.

Today, it felt like the memories were calling me again, so that they could wash me again for the umpteenth time. So, I let them.

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After a few weeks

Everyone knew or maybe they assumed that I would let Raghuvendra on my project that the stunt he pulled that night, so HR got notified and that effectively meant that he was out of my project.

While I was nearly finishing the call with HR, I received a text message. I thought it was going to be an update on my Amazon delivery, but it wasn't.

It was a text from an old friend, a friend that supported me, but I couldn't stay back.

The text asked how was I?

How am I?

To be honest, I...

I couldn't text them back, so it remained in the cluster that my messages were, unanswered, unseen, and unread.

In the meantime, I got another text and this time it was Ahaana. 

After a few minutes, she starts typing again.

After I had sent that last message, I felt faint, so I went to the bathroom to face. After the cool water touched my face, and started dripping on my t-shirt, I felt like my breath was stuck in my throat. How could I say to her that she should move on, when I couldn't do it myself.

I heard another ping coming off my phone from my office, so I went to check.

After that, he left to go to her and that was the last I heard from them. As for my project, I finally decided that I was going to produce it myself. No external force would be included in here, in terms of producing.

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After a few days

It's a relatively normal day at the office, except it doesn't feel like it.

I can sense something is about to happen.

Riya is in her office, working but she seems on edge and fidgety as though she is going to burst.

During lunch, she calls Fatty into the office. I wonder what they are talking about. The discussion seems to have started well; they are both smiling, and Fatty gets offered a glass of water. It looks like Riya is trying to reassure her that there is nothing wrong, yet.

I wait for her to look towards me, but she never does.

Later, I get called to an ad shoot to help, since the original cinematographer got sick suddenly and that took the whole morning.

Fatty left Riya's office a little shaken up, but she was well.

When we get together for lunch, I see that she is a little fidgety.

"Well, will you spit it out, I can see you vibrating over there!"

"It's about Raghuvendra..."

"What about it? Actually, I didn't see him this morning. I assumed he was here, but now that you mentioned it, I didn't see him."

"He left."

"Left? What do you mean, left like left to take a break or..."

"Left like he left the country to get married to his ex"

There was silence, almost deathly silence. And then, chaos.

"What do you mean!!? I mean how is that possible... we were talking a few days ago...how could he do this me.... wait he left to get married... Married!?"

"He went there to get engaged..."

"Does it matter?!!!!" 

I didn't realise that, from the glass window covering a part of her office, Riya was trying to contact Aahana, her "supposed" friend/ acquaintance to confirm that what Aahana told her was the truth.

Following the tragedy that was lunch, everyone got to work. Some were happy, and some were in shock. Kaira was working robotically, and Fatty was trying to get to talk about her feelings.

At the end of the day, she was also going to get another nasty surprise and this time, the landlord was going to deliver this.

The landlord tells her to vacate her apartment because the building association wants to rent apartments only to married couples.

With all the support from her friend and her irritating call from her mother, she packs her bags to go home, in Goa.

Within her thoughts, she said: "What's next!?"