THE LOST SINGER [COMPLETED]

A Sense of Relief

__DARSHAN__
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The magnificent beauty of the setting sun couldn't calm them down.
Well.. honestly.. I am worried too.
It's almost 6 and yet we didn't know whether Trisha reached Bombay safely or not.
In every 10 minute, Jyugal is asking about her. Disha keep on calling her friend who might know about her whereabouts.

Jyugal--" I am telling you.. I am getting a very bad feeling.. "

It's getting irritating. No matter how many times I tell him to calm down... He just can't be patience.

Me--"What's exactly you want me to do??  I called her junior too.. ab uska phone nehi lag raha to main kya karoon? Will you please calm down..just for a bit??"

He sighed out his frustration.

I stood near to Disha.

Me--"No update?"

She shook her head.

Me--"We can't do anything but to wait, we are returning back to Bombay after a day so Don't worry. I'll let you know".

Disha--"She doesn't care about anyone... I mean.. what is this behaviour? She should have call someone atleast. We are worrying to death and she must busy on her own business. "

At this point, I am also irritated and pissed off. Trisha is so immature.
She thought nobody cares about her.
Agh this girl!

Disha--"Anyways.. I should get going. My landlady will file a missing report if I don't show my face today.
See you tomorrow".

Me--"umm.. tell me your cellphone number.. I'll call you if I get to know anything about her".

After a silence of few seconds. She told me her number.
I gave her a misscall.

Me--"Save mine. Do give me a call if you find out anything mmm?"

She nodded and left.
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__DISHA__
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I feel scared, worried, tensed, happy and amazed.
After decades, I am having a storm of feelings, which growing bigger and bigger day by day.
I sat near the fireplace.
Pablo hopped on my lap and made himself comfortable.
While stroking his back I started arranging the moments. Whatever happened within a day, from the first moment I heard Darshan's voice, till now.
It's still seems a dream. A dream which feels real. I really want to pray this... If this is a dream, then I am ready to sleep for centuries.

"Where were you young lady?"

Her voice startled me.