Before I change my mind about this, and start hating it, I;m posting itcuz I really dont have time to rewrite it, that would be wasting time and I'll never end up continuing that way! Anywho I know its not a whole part, but please tell me how it is, I think my writing style in here differed from my usual ones. Is it good or bad? Honesty is the best policy

Three Months Later

Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose...

He stared at the bell for a whole minute before gently pressing his finger on it. Nervously he ran his hand through his hair and dug out a cigarette from his pocket. Tapping his foot impatiently, he lit up the cigarette and looked at the door in front of him. "Sonali Kapoor" He pressed at the doorbell again while blowing out smoke from is mouth. He finally heard soft footsteps from the other side. His heart began to pound faster in his chest, and he threw the cigarette out of view seconds before the door opened.

She was dressed in a black tank top with khaki shorts that went just below her knees. Her hair was pulled back in a lazy bun, and the spatula in her hands mixed with the aroma of spices told him she'd been cooking. Her red, sad eyes spoke numerous tales. Staring at her standing in front of him, dressed in the simplest manner yet managing to look graceful, he felt as if he'd fell in love with her all over again.

Her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of him. He was wearing his famous ripped jeans, with a white Armani t-shirt, his biceps literally popping out of it. His slight stubble made him look more mature, and his face held a completely blank, emotionless look. She closed her eyes and resisted the urge to run into his arms, run her hand through his hair to fix it up, and especially the one to kiss him as if there were no tomorrow. Their eyes met.

She was the first to blink, while he was the first to speak. "Good evening Miss. Kapoor, my name is Angad Khanna. I am a private investigator and I was wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes" He barged into the apartment without waiting for a response and began to look around. She stood there with her eyes closed for 30 seconds, and after she'd controlled her emotions, angrily turned around to face him.

He'd been able to catch a few lyrics of the song that she'd been playing over and over for the past few hours. She cursed at the CD player as he turned around and raised an eyebrow at the music.

So afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose

Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose

Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night

You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light

"Quite a sad song to be playing on such a nice day isn't it?" he said, sarcastically of course. Nice, wasn't exactly the best of words to describe that day. It was a dark, cold December evening, mixed with light snowfall and muddy streets piled with mountains of snow. The temperature was about 20 degrees below zero, with a high frostbite alert. Horrifying accidents were occurring on expressways, and people were simply freezing to death. She frowned in disapproval as she realized he was holding his jacket in his hands instead of wearing it.

It was now, as she got closer to him, that she realized he was shivering, and that his face was turning from a dark shade or red to purple. "Quite unusual clothing to be worn on such a day isn't it?" Just because she couldn't help herself, she brought a blanket and threw it at him, lighting a fire in the fireplace to warm the place up. She knew he was staring at her the whole time, but pretending he wasn't, she wrapped a shawl around herself, seating herself on the sofa farthest from him. "Is this how you treat all guests?" he asked.

She looked at him for a moment and finally replied, "Are you hear to see how I treat my guests?" He took a deep breath and stared at her. "No" By now, she was a master at the skill of masking expressions. With a confident smile, she turned to him and gave him a blank stare, "Shall we get to the point then?"