Waiting for him was hell difficult. Zia felt her hands & feet cold, her mind was constantly talking something she couldn't understand. She was glued to her seat asif she had no strength in her body. 'Why am i feeling so weak? Oh god. I shouldn't have called him. This trupti idiot, why didnt she pull me along with her. Now how do i face him.. what do i talk. What if that anie is still hanging with him? And what if hes alone? Jai & me alone, together.. no no. I should leave immidiately & excuse myself for not feeling well. Waise bhi.. i am the only one going over excited to meet him n all..' With mind almost on the verge of bursting, she dialled him..
'Jai.. look i am.....'
' Tere left main dekh.....'
....... Disconnected....... 😟
Even a 5 year old child could notice the pale white look on zia's face as she springed to her left. Jai was standing right next to her.
'Hi...' His dense voice, body hugging black tee & the aroma of his deo were irresistible. She wished he hug her & she goes lost in his broad arms.... Zia quickly lowered her eyes so that jai couldn't sense her restlessness. 'Hi jai' zia got up from her seat recollecting her senses, but unknowingly bypassing his hand which he'd extended to wish her. Taking away his hand jai said 'So.. aaj kaise yaad kiya?' 'Aise hi. Dint you like it?' 'Haha. I loved it' jai blinked.