"Yeh taunt tha?" Shehnaaz asked the big guy in front of him.
"Ha." Sidharth confirmed it for her.
"Mai yaha help karne ki koshish kar rahi hu. Mera intention nahi tha aapki T-shirt bigadne ka!" She defended herself.
"Ek kaam karo, ye T-shirt mujhe dedo, mai dry clean karwa ke de dungi aap ko." She suggested it to him.
"Kaha se karwaogi?" He inquired.
"Mere ghar ke paas ek laundry hai, mai apne mehenge kapde vahi deti hu." She answered.
"Laundry aur dry cleaning alag alag hote hai, rehne do." He shrugged off her offer.
"Arey, itna mujhe pata hai! Mera matlab tha vo uncle dry cleaning bhi karte hai!" She clarified.
"Nahi, it's okay. Rehne do." He still denied, uncertain regarding the technology used in the dry cleaning his cloth might go into. What if there was a pre-spotting treatment done in the beginning and finished off by drying in the steamer or not? His T-shirt might not get the proper finishing.
"Oh okay." The girl replied, walking into the restaurant to pay for the food she had while Sidharth stood near his car, looking for a clothing store.
"Excuse me." It was the girl again. Oh goodness, what does she want now? He thought and raised his brows in response.
"Aap ka parcel." She handed him a packet full of Kachoris.
"Bhaiya ho gaya, didi ne paise de diye." Chotu at the counter shouted to inform him.
"Tumne? You didn't have to!" His demeanor changed towards her, suddenly. He was surprised by her action, yet again.
"Come on! Mere wajah se aap ki T-shirt kharab ho gayi. Mujhe acha nahi lag raha tha." She sheepishly smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
He wondered if this was the most innocent sight in front of him. "Thank you!" He thanked her, taking the packet.
"Vaise, yaha aas paas koi store hai? Mujhe change karna hai?" He asked.
"Ha hai na! Aao mai batati hu." She guided him into the streets towards a local and wholesale clothing store.
"Yaha daily use ke liye ache kapde mil jate hai, quality wise okay okay hai. Chalega aapko?" She asked.
"Ha, ha! Mai toh ghar hi ja raha tha." He replied.
"Aye lo! Phir kyu le rahe ho? Ghar hi toh jana hai!" She stated in an obvious tone.
"Kyunki mujhe iss gande kapde me nahi rehna." He bluntly answered.
"Oh, thik hai." She nodded, walking into the store.
"Yeh rahe, dekhlo aap." She pointed towards a rotatable stand, where shirts and T-shirts were hung under the tag 'Sale'.
The store clearly looked like a mediocre and local marketplace for cheap clothes, Sidharth was worried about the hygiene they maintained there. The shirts and T-shirts loosely hung must be having some dust on them and nobody knows how many hands would have run past them. "Umm, kuch khas nahi dikh rahe." He commented.
"Hmm, vo toh hai." She agreed and called a sales boy.
"T-shirt dikhana." He asked the sales boy and followed him further into the store.
"Sir size, double xl chalega?" The boy asked. Shehnaaz gave the big guy's shoulder a glance, he had broad ones as if he had been working on them.
"Xl aa jata hai." He replied and then began shuffling through the number of T-shirts displayed to him, picking up a plain grey one, asking the sales boy to get it billed and changing into the new one in the store's trial room.
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