Nishant looks straight at Kia's eyes.

Kia's eyes too remain unblinked.

"You know, you are not like other girls.
You are not made for flirting." He says softly. His deep husky voice has returned.

Kia smiles. "Again you are flirting, right?"

"No, no. Offcourse not." Nishant rotates his head on both side fast. His lips smiles. "It's a kind of apology, you know- I hope you won't mind."

Kia shakes her head too. She wants to say something, but she can't.

Nishant slowly walks back. His moving figure, amidst of the green lawn, few scattered trees, and the sunshine fallen on him, his hairs, his motion- The way he enters into the car, two bodyguard close the door, and lastly his waving hands to her...

✿۝✿

"Kia- Kia- where you have been lost?" Throwing the cushion on Kia's head Elina asks.

She is as usual sitting in the couch. Around her the piles of books are spread. She is just reading and reading. In between Kia randomly walks upto the couch with the ice cream tub, where a spoon in totally dipped, but instead of eating she in looking outside the window somewhere, sitting still and eyes unblink. By the hit of cushion Kia comes back to her senses.

"N-No Nothing." She places the spoonful ice cream in her mouth. But again gulping it, she become still and thoughtful, even she unknowingly smiles too. On one edge of her lips, few cream drips upto her chin.

"Oye-"

"No nothing. Just-" Kia blushes.

Elina enlarges her eyes, looking at her.

"Didi-" Now Kia places the tub on the centre table and shifts herself near to Elina and hugs her tightly.

"Mm, what happened? Are you disturbed?" Elina gently pecks her sister.

"No- Actually Yeah!" She stammers.

"For what? That fest?"

"No means-"

"Don't try to lie me. It's all about the fest and that actor, what his name is-?" Elina smirks.

"Nishant" She immediately says before Elina's words could end. Soon she realises and turns red.

"Mmm-Nishant. Nishant Chandravanshi." Elina smirks more. "By looking at him on virtual screen, so many girls drools and dreams and that guy asking our Kia to accompany him in the fashion fest."

"Dhatt-" Kia fakes a huff and lowers her head. Taking a long pause, after composing herself, "Didi- what I will wear?" she speaks up.

"Oo my god! Fashion Designer Kia Rajput asking what to wear! Even for her?" Elina laughs.

"No need to say. You always keep teasing me." Kia huffs.

"It's not just teasing, are you understanding Kia? I am not good on those dressing stuff, still say what kind of dress you want to wear?" Siding the books and crossing her hands over the chest, Elina asks.

"Like if, something near to or similar to... Nishan-t-"

"Ahm ahm" Elina clears her throat, fakes. "Why not to tease you Kia? From the last two days, you are saying only one word, that's Nishant."

Kia bits her lips. Mumbling few inaudible words, licking her lips, she says, "So what! Aren't this unusual? So many people have crush on actor?"

"Now crush? What's going on Kia?"

"Actually it's nothing. I can't say that he id driving me crazy, but something or maybe few things I am liking in him, that's all, di-"

Elina hugs her. "It happens and it's okay. Nothing need to be so fast to jump on it. If you find something good, then also observe him, follow him, test him, and even judge him too, in a healthy way."

"I understand." Kia nods.

"Good." Elina rubs her head. "Love is a process, and remeber, heart is wild."

Days passes on dilemma. Kia doesn't get any chance to meet Nishant again. On the day of his costume delivery, he has not even come to pick his fit. He sent some of his official and has asked Kia to drop them through the mail. Still, the happiest part of that mail was-

...Dear Miss Kia, I will pick you at 5pm of the occassion day from the your office arena.

Thankyou
Yours sincerely
Nishant Chandravanshi

...

She read that mail several times. Formally written, nothing exaggerating, still something heavenly emotions she tries to dig out.

No orders after that she took for herself individually. Focusing the remaining timings she creates a new dress for herself, which will matches with Nishant dresses.Even thousand times she smiles by imagining him at her side on the fest, but sometimes she even scared how the others will take her.

Finally the awaited day comes.

From afternoon Kia sites in front of the mirror, has been trying each and every jewellery and leaves them rejection that. Nothing she is feeling to be perfect with her. Atleast when she picks out some perfect jewelries and accessories, she starts doing her makeup. From finely drawing her wings of liner, to lining her lipstick in perfect shade, "neither too bold, nor too fade" she mumbles. And atlast in dilemma either she will gonna put the bindi or not. Putting the dot with kohl and then rubbing it off, she repeated this process atleast fifteen times or even more. Finally, with Elina's suggestion she removes the bindi.

"Who put bindi with western clothes? Nonsense." Elina exclaims.

"But, I feel it makes me cute." Kia pouts but agrees.

Peeping in front of the mirror, she admires herself few times, then slamming the door and shouting, "I will eat something from outside and will be late too."

"Okay-" Maya approves.

Rushing into the office arena, she stands still, and wait, she is sure, his car will arrive at any time.

Taking a sharp break, the car stops. That same car, which Kia has been thinking about.

"Come fast" lowering the window glass, Nishant face emerges and as usual his cheerful tone. With the gesture of his hand, he opens the car's door.

Kia slowly enters inside, noticing his fingers has delicately hold her skirts flares. She smiles hiding her face, even she feels her cheeks has turned warm.

"So-" Nishant initiates. "How am I looking?"

"Why I would tell you? You didn't even came to pick it up. If any fittings problem happens, then?"

"I have immense trust."

"Stop these drama. It's not your shooting scene."

"Okay-" Nishant presses a smile. "Anyway, you are looking gorgeous."

Kia lows her face and hides the blushes. "You too looking damn!"

Nishant doesn't respond anything. He has become lost in looking at her. Throughout the road, inside the gloomy car, even the few little traces of street light hitting her, she is looking something dreamy divine to him, not even single heroine in the artificial light could glow like her, he thinks.

"Sir, we arrives." All got back their senses with the sound of the driver.

"Thankyou-" Nishant speaks to driver.

Kia was about to open the door lock, but Nishant stops. "Let me". He hurriedly gets down and coming towards her open it, for her.

"Thankyou Mr. Chandravanshi." Kia dramatically laughs.

Throughout the area, large open canopy is decorated. Amidst of that a long red carpet is going. Around it, first the lights and cameras, then the tables, and the little little stages with performances happening.

"Would you like to accompany me, miss?" Nishant's eyes with an interrogation.

"Yes off course." Kia giggles at him.

They both starts to walk.

He isn't holding her hands, but is present very close to her. She can feel his arm are touching her arm. His movements she can feel. His face is straight, but her one is slightly tilted towards her. She tries to look into his eyes.

The light flashes, the shutters on cameras sounds and followed by the clappings.

"Welcome Mr. Nishant Chandravanshi" the announcement happens all claps "and-" now the announcer too surprises, he has nothing to speak after.

Nishant smiles. "Thankyou everyone."

All claps again. When the clappings ended, he continues. "So, you all want to know, who has accompanying me today!"

"Yessss.."
"Girlfriend?"
"Married!"
Many voices comes.

"No no. Not girlfriend." Nishant gives his signature charismatic smiles and looks at Kia. Kia in shame lowers her face. "She is my fashion designer- the one who gives the appearance to all the icons. I want to tribute her this fest in her name, and yes, we becomes friends too. Right Kia Rajput?" He looks at her now.

Kia has been thinking what he going to speak, even in thoughts if he will declare her something different, but now with this clear cut answer of him and then the intense gaze of him looking at her, makes her spellbound.

"Yes, she gives a nod followed by a smile."

No more questions happened after that. They both walks to the end of carpet and takes their respective seats, together.

"Honouring the Fashion Designer is a publicity stunt? Or- exposure to my business?"

Nishant doesn't anything. He has become something serious today, Kia notices.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't say like this, actually-" Kia bits her lips thinking about the word publicity stunt.

"All are okay Kia." Her hands resting on the table, he places his hands over her. "Most of the actor does that, for themselves. Honestly sometimes I had done it, unknowingly, I was asked, I performed, but not today-" his eyes fixes at her. "I told you, you are not that. I had nothing to reply them, so-"

"Maybe our feelings is mutual. I understood you if you not say this."

"Same here." Nishant lowers his face. "I also know that you don't have such intentions to hurt me."

"Yes" she cheekily smiles and stares at his hand over hers. He abruptly detaches his hand. "Sorry!" He says. Kia nods.

Throughout the fest, several performances has been happening. At this moment, a crowd enters at straight comes to Nishant.

"Hello!" Nishant stands up. Looking at him, Kia too do the same.

"The shoot for your next movie is going to start. First shoot is in Switzerland, and flight is early morning. We should go now." One of the man comes to Nishant and informs.

"Okay, but sudden?"

"Yeah, because we got the appropriate weather there, so-"

"Okay, I am joining shortly." He says and look towards Kia. The man has gone now.

"Sorry Kia, I can't give you more time." He gently pats the side of her head.

"It's okay. I can understand." Kia says. She wants some more time with him, even if he ask her to drop her home. Still it's fine. She can see the helplessness in his eyes. He have to go.

"All the best for you." Kia smiles.

"Thankyou." Nishant gives his as usual charismatic smile with a gentle dramatic bow.

Kia giggles up.

He waves his hand then and moves fast, vanishes among his crew members.

Kia remain standing for few minutes. When finally she break out of her thoughts, she turns to go back her home. Suddenly, a man comes in her front.

Kia raises her face to look him.

Tall, fair man, sharp nose, eyes with some serene shine. Neatly dress up in the deep blue blazer, like the another night on this earthly night which makes people dream, people make wishes.

He smiles.

"Hello. Myself Yamak." He says.