The warm sun rays shined on the streets of Lucknow, those were the fateful days before India-Pakistan Partition. You woke up to the busy sounds of the streets, as you gazed out of the window your eyes met his.

Rafay Bhatt, your new neighbour that just moved next door. Flustered you close the window and try to forget that gaze of his but Oh how wonderful it was.

On that same evening as you were sipping hot tea on your terrace, you saw him. Sitting in his balcony, reading a book looking almost breathtaking.

Then he looked up at the terrace with a smile and teased "Are you going to hide again ?"