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Chapter 3 : Way to Mumbai.
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Train chamber.
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He jumped out of the Taxi and indicated her to do the same after scanning the whole dump area. As soon as they heard the train's squeal, both panicked and started running inside the small railway station. Indeed small, but the train used to hault for a few minutes and seemed to leave by now.
"Jaldi Tarika fastt!" He held her hand again and pulled her along as they both started climbing the already moving train.
He helped her climb first then he himself climbed in. He sighed in relief. His responsibility was finished! But a fear was still present, he has to keep her safe and protected throughout the journey. That'll be all!
He looked at her and asked in between his uneven breaths still heaving his chest, "Tum.. tum theek ho?"
"Yeah.. I'm.. I'm fine!" She almost whispered after inhaling some air and gaining control on her breaths. But suddenly something made her alert, "Daya! Tum.. tumhare sir se khoon aa rha h!"
"Oh.. hn voh thori-!" He raised his soiled hand to wipe the blood carelessly when she almost yelled at him!
"Shh! Pagal ho gye ho tum!" She jerked his hand away from the wound and forwarded her hand, "Rumal do tumahara!"
He downed his head in embarrassment while pulling out a kerchief that was already covered with blood and dust, "Sorry voh-"
"Shut up! Muh mt kholo apna! Koi itna careless kaise ho skta h haan?" She burst angrily like a firecracker while searching some clean part of the kerchief, "Aur kahan kahan chot lagi h tumhe?"
"Nhi bs yehi h.." She glared him hard so he stammered while pointing his elbow, which was covered by the sleeves of his t-shirt, "Yahan bhi thori si.." She glared him again, "And.. and knee mei scratches h thore se.. bs bs itna hi h! Sachmei!"
She ignored how innocently he was pinching his throat and apologizing. Without giving any heed, she stood on her toes to match his height and started examining the wound to make sure it wasn't much deep.
But all this time, he was just staring her angry face. Her pretty curls, which were now replaced by the straight locks, were simply adding to her beauty. She indeed was beautiful. He kept staring her till she snapped fingers in front of him.
"What? Ese kya dekh rhe ho? Kuch galat nhi bola maine!" She seperated her hand that was resting on his shoulder to gain support, "Khair, Cut toh h but jyada deep nhi h.. so suturing ki koi jarurat nahi hai. Dikhao apna haath?"
She waited but found him still staring at her. She tried to get the stare by looking into his deep brown orbs that were hinting pain and something she couldn't fathom but was sure-
The eyes seemed familiar. Very familiar.
The train entered in a tunnel that broke their eye contact and embarrassed both. He stepped back and sat down on the floor while she took support of the opposite closed door. Both were trying hard to hide the embarassment while the train covered the tunnel length.
"Yeh.. yeh lo! " She passed the handkerchief to him without making an eye contact. He smiled lightly while grabbing it. She saw him smiling from the corner of her eyes so couldn't stop her urge to ask him.
"Has kyu rhe ho?"
He smiled widely this time, "Nahi bs.. ese hi!" He didn't look at her just continued wiping the blood from his elbow which was totally worthless.
"Batao na kyu has rhe ho? Mai.. maine kuch galat nhi bola theek h! Tum sach mei bht careless ho!" She waited for his reply eagerly but he seemed to laugh now.
"Vo.. tum.. tum sachmei ek typical wife lag rhi ho!" He gave a short glance then resumed with the unfolding of sleeves.
After listening to his words, a fear crept her veins. She jerked with the thoughts that started haunting her again. She.. she can't do this! She can't let this happen anyway! But somewhere inside, she has started liking him a little. She has started enjoying his carelessness and of course 4 months of living together is not less! It was supposed to happen!
He turned to her as he has expected another scold but looking at her lost like that, he felt bad. He somewhat started feeling guilty for saying that much. He sighed and tried to speak normally though there was much pain in his heart.
"Ahm.. tum tension mat lo. Ek baar hum Mumbai pohunch jaye, phir tum apne raste aur mai apne!"
She stared him for a moment, unbelievably. Though what he said was the only correct choice to be chosen but it wasn't satisfying. How could he not care saying something like that?
"Tumne.. sir ko bataya?" She asked softly not looking at him.
"Nahi." She looked at him shockingly but he continued, "voh phle hi bht pareshan ho rahe the tumhare liye.. isliye nhi-"
"Daya tum esa kyu sochte ho? Unhe fikr h tumhari bhi!" She tried to convince him like she used to do everyday in these 4 months. But damnit if this man ever was close to accepting that.
"Mere sochne se sach badal toh nhi jayega na Tarika!" He looked at her with pain in his eyes very evident, "Naa aj unhe meri fikar h aur na hi phle kabhi thi. Aur iss mission ke baad toh voh shyd bhul hi jayenge ki mai unka kuch-"
He stopped and gazed away to hide the tear that rolled down, "Khair, maine unhe inform kar diya tha ki hum iss train se nikalne vale h. Aur yeh bhi keh diya tha ke agar busy na ho toh receive krne ajaye tumhe."
A/N:- I'll try to update soon! My theories are over.. just the practicals.. *sigh*
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