Ek Ajnabee Haseena

chapter 15

ishita, stood with her arms crossed in front of what appeared to be a shop with it's shutters down, when a man, probably in his twenties, came out secretively, as if he didn't want to be seen. he handed ishita a small box, which she quickly placed in her handbag, giving him 2,000 rupee note in return. she started to look around, just about to leave, when the man looked at her a bit carefully. 

"shweta bilkul sahi kehti thi..tumhari baarein mein...tum bilkul waise hi lagti ho.." he let out a slight chukle, seemed to be quite surprised, but immediately shook his in regret for that. 

"i'm really sorry, tum jaante ho  uska pati aur bacha.." attempted ishita to explain, as he nodded in agreement. 

"nahi, nahi, i know...bas, dose ka dhyaan rakhna, heavy hai..." he warned, as ishita accepted, and left. 

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dushyant, who was worried looking at the time, it was already nine at night.  he was about to dial for ishita, when his glance on her phone, placed right in front of him. he just shook his head in disbelief, and looked around the door again, hoping she would be here soon. 

suddenly, the phone rang. dushyant, perplexed, looked over to find an unknown number flashing on the screen, as he picked it up anyway, seeing what was going on. 

"hello." received dushyant the call. 

"hello? hello, hello! maaji! phone lag gaya unka!" exclaimed a lady on the phone, as dushyant was confused. 

"hello? madam aap kaun bol rahi hai?" questioned dushyant. 

"arre, humko nahi pehenchana? arre, hum hai...kaushal..." stated the lady, as dushyant got only more confused.

"dekhiye, madam, yeh ishita ka number hai, aap jisko phone karna chah rahi hai uska nahi.." stated dushyant. 

"arre kya baat kar rahe hain, peechel hafte hi toh apne baat ki hamse iss number pe...aise-kaise number badalwaliya?" questioned kaushal.

"arre madam, main keh raha hoon, main aapka pati nahi hoon, main toh aapse pehli baar baat kar raha hoon!"exclaimed dushyant.

"maaji, dekhiye na yeh kaise baat kar rahe hain!" grumbled kaushal. 

"arre kishore, ka hua tumhe?" asked the old lady. 

"arre nahi hai yeh number kishore ka! rakhiye aap phone!" hung up dushyant on the call. 

he shook his head in disbelief, but he was also a bit suspscious....he looked over at ishita's contacts. there was no number of any family member, not even a number of rohan. he was quite surprised as when he scrolled he found less than even ten contacts.

he couldn't help hut wonder if it was not ishita's phone really, when the door opened, and she entered inside. he secretly kept the phone back on the table. 

"aa gayi?" asked dushyant, as ishita looked quite tired, maybe even angry, throwing her bag across the room, falling on the bed. 

"ishita..." attempted dushyant to wake her, but she had already slept, from what it looked like. 

dushyant, grabbed hold of her bag, and as much as he didn't want to, he started to look around in her bag. 

there was nothing much really, that you wouldn't find in a woman's purse, except for another polythene, as he opened it to find 50,000 rupees. he was shocked, as he looked around more, only to find a tiny bottle of pills, he quickly grabbed hold of his phone, looking up the name of the medicine, only to find they were mood tranquilizers. 

he couldn't fathom what was in front of him, when he looked at her suitcase, he immediately opened it, only to find a lot of clothes, a bag of underwear, and more and more stuff someone would keep if they were travelling. 

he punched on the suitcase, when he found to be something on the outer zip. it was a packet of slippers, and he might not have been really suspicious, if it wasn't clearly, very big for ishita's foot size as he could clearly see. 

he was left to wonder, if what he had thought about her was even right?

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author's note: hey guys, i just wanted to say, that i would appreciate more silent readers to vote and comment, it just makes me know what everyone is really thinking of the story, would really appreciate it.