Chapter 25

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"I don't want to talk to you... get lost." Diya yelled as she walked ahead a bit, taking Nandini along with her. They had got down at Delhi station an hour ago and were now going towards Jim Corbett.

"Aree but why are you taking Nandu with you, leave her here she will come with me." Madhav said, Divya could clearly hear the chuckles that the two tried to hide.

"No she won't. She is my friend and she will come with me. Right Nandu?"

"Ohh hello don't pull me in this fight of yours, but Divya what did this idiot do?" Nandini asked as the three stopped a few feet away from everyone. The weather in Delhi wasn't pleasant at all. It was warm and above that they had to wear masks due to the cases of coronavirus as one case was found here in delhi itself. However the moment Nandini asked this question Divya glared at Madhav who laughed at her and shrugged his shoulders and said "You should have been attentive."

"this asshole took my sonpapdi. Don't you have your diet?" She jabbed him on his chest furiously making him wince. Akshi saw the way Nandini herself chuckled at the happenings, surely enjoying the banter. Not many people could irritate Divya very easily while Madhav knew just very well how to do that.

"Divya, Madha, Nandini come here and get into the bus." Ms. Jain called out to them as they looked around at the two traveler busses. "Are we going on these busses?' Divya asked no one in particular. She only wished that all of them were traveling in one bus only. She wanted to mention this to Madhav but then thought against it, she wouldn't really talk to him for a while. That asshole had taken her sonpapdi while she was talking on the phone, and the worst was she didn't have even one of it while he already had three of them. How stupid of her to share the plate of food with him.

She huffed and walked near Aman and said, "make sure Simran and Rohan are in our bus only."

"haa didi don't worry I will take care of that, 17 of us are in the same bus." Divya smiled at him goofily and got into the bus handing off her bag to the bus attendants, showing a middle finger to Madhav who smiled at her cheekily all the while showing her the packet of soan papdi that was in his hand.

Once the whole bus was seated and ready to go, she was once again shocked with the arrangements. On the last seat sat sanket, Manav, Atharva and Dev, on the two seater seats right ahead of the last seat was she and Nandini, ahead of them were simran and Rohan and ahead of them sat Natasha and Geet who wasn't really feeling well, and right in the front sat one of their classmates . on the left side where there were single seats at the front sat Dhawal, behind him was Rishi, behind him were Aman followed by Madhav which made him right opposite to Divya and Nandini's seat. What was even more difficult was that both of them sat facing the inner side of the bus with their back aligned to the window hence every moment that they let their eyes wander off they would at the end find themselves looking at each other.

What made it even more difficult were the songs that were being played, all romantic, and Diya's and Madhav's favourite and each time they would be looking at each other they would find themselves singing along the lines looking right into each other's eyes. Many times it made Diya go breathless... this was the most romantic thing for her, as if they were saying something to each other, reading into the souls and what not. Soon Atharva played the song Namo namo and the whole bus began to sing along, it was about 5 in the evening when they stopped for tea coffee. After getting freshen up the group went off to get some tea and coffee, diya needed her dose of caffeine but as well wanted to try out the tea, she then asked Nadnini if she could take a sip from hers later on and then ordered the coffee for herself. Here as well Madhav was seated right opposite to her and beside him was Dev. The conversations began to flow in as Both Divya and Madhav along with Nandini decided to side track them and focus on the paneer pakora that were kept in front of them.

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