Imlie and Aryan walked together while strong winds blew
"Aur kitni door jana hoga hume?" Aryan asks unable to see anything because of dust in his eyes
"Bass aa hi gaye h...uu dekhoo dikh raha h" imlie points to a hut
"Mujhe kuch dikh hi to nahi raha h! Ankhon me mitti chali gai h!"
Imlie suddenly laughs seeing Aryan rubbing his eyes
"Hamar sita maiya hamar badla le li h tumse !" She says laughing
"Whatever. Bhagwan badle me madat nahi karte h..." he says disappointed
"Areee tum udas kaahe howat ho...dekho sita maiya na sabki madat karat h...matlab tum sahi ho jabtak..."
Aryan's experience makes him disagree but he stays quite because he might not have any faith left but if this girl finds happiness in it then let her
Imlie suddenly holds Aryan's hand as he finches
"Kya kar rahi ho tum?!"
"Aree pohach gaye hum! Yaha seedhi h...dekho hath pakad ke chalo hamra kaahe ki abhi dikh bass naahi raha h..gir gaye to chal bhi naahi paoge " she says guiding him inside the hut
"Ab idhar hi baitho ek second hum abhi awat h ! " imlie says making him sit on a bed frame with no mattress
Aryan after some time hears the sound of running water before her could register anything imlie throws water on his face
"What the hell!"
"Aree hum tumka hell se bacha liye h !" Imlie takes end of her chunni lightly wiping his eyes
Aryan opens his eyes to look around
He finds himself standing in a small hut with a handpump some lanterns and a shelf
Imlie had already lit the lanterns around
"Ese kon pani dalta h?!" Aryan asks annoyed as his shirt was soaked in water
"Oh Mr lambigadi wale akadbagge bhul gaye din me hamar sath tum same to same karat rahe? Sita maiya sirf hamar madat karat rahi....apna hisab hum khud barabar kar lees"
Aryan finds himself tongue tied for the very first time in front of a stranger that too a 18 year old
"Chalo ab hum chalat h ! Parrrr usse pahle...tumka kuch kahna h kya ?"
"Mujhe? Nahi.."
"Hey sita maiya ! Ye shehri log sab apni tameez kya apni gadi ki dikki me lock kar det h ?!" Imlie says dramatically
Aryan looks at her..then mumbles a small thank you
"Kaa bole sunai naahi diya?!"
"Han to kaan ka checkup kara lo jake !" Aryan says irritatedly
"Iss akadbagge ka kuch naahi ho sakta !" Imlie mumbles angrily while opening the door
As soon as the door opens a gust of wind hits them . The Storm was really strong
"Dekho...bohat jor se hawa chal rahi h bahar...kuch der yahi ruk jao" aryan says concerned because she just traveled to help him when she could have reached home safely in time
"Hum?! Tumhare sath?!"
"Han kuch der ki baat h...toofan thoda shant ho jaye to mera driver bhi aa jayega..phir chali jana tum bhi..."
"Dekho agar hum dono ka kisi ne sath dekh liya to bohat gadbad ho jayegi..."
"Why? Aur dekho na abhi itne toofan me koi bahar kyu aayega?" Aryan reasons
imlie closes the door sitting on the floor while Aryan sits on the bed
After sitting in silence for a while imlie finally speaks
"Humka apne bare me kuch batao!"
"Excuse me?"
"Ab dekho tum hamar interview lene se mana kar diye rahe, to hum soche hum tumhara interview le le"
"I am Aryan singh rathore main sirf media portals ko interview deta hu..,kisi bhi random insaan ko nahi ."
"Ayeeee! Hum koi random insaan nahi h...hum h imlie from pagdandiya ! Aur humka awat h interview lete...dekha h humne bohat log aate h hamare dadda ke pass "
"Aacha?"
"Azma ke dekh liyo!"
Aryan nods challengingly
"So Mr Aryan singh rathore what do you do for a living?"
Aryan looks at her completely shocked. The way she was talking till now,he didn't expect her to speak perfect English like this...she had an accent but still it was perfect
"Ka hua?"
"Tum jab itni fluent English bol sakti ho to ye ka hamar tumar karke kyu baat karti ho?"
"Gaon ke h gawar naahi ! Humka na seekhne ka bohat shauk h....isliye hum puri angerzi seekh liye aache se...hum janat h ki bohat kaam aati h...par na hamar matr bhasha nahi h...wo kya bolte h...showoff language h...isliye hum sirf tabhi angerzi bolte h jab show off ki jarurat ho...hamar bhasha hume apne aap se, hamar amma dadda aur iss mitti se jod ke rakhat h..."
Aryan folds his hands getting impressed at at lookout
"Businessman "
"Huh?"
"You asked me what i do for living "
"Oh.."
"I am the CEO of rathore group and we have more than 10 different companies working underneath it"
"So Mr rathore was this company passed onto you by rathore family? Or you created it"
"It was passed on to me by my dad....my grandfather started it...but that doesn't mean i got spoonfed....i have earned each and every penny-"
"Penny? Kon?"
"Penny..currency hoti h na-"
"Tum itne bade Businessman ho aur ye bhi naahi pata ki bharat me rupee chalta h penny wenny naahi"
"Proverb hota h wo!"
"Hum janat h...humka bass tumhari tang keechne me maja aa raha tha" imlie says laughing as Aryan rolls his eyes irritatedly
"Chalo aage . Tell me about your life" she says
"Bataya to...?"
"Wo to tumne apne kaam ke baare me bataya "
"Mera kaam hi meri jindigi h"
"Na kaise akdu insaan ho tum?! Daftar me rahte ho ka tum?!"
"Tch chup nahi hoti kya tum bilkul?! Muh nhi dukh jata tumhara?! Mere kaan dukh gaye h please chup raho ab ! " Aryan says not wanting to answer any questions about his life
Imlie looks at him with puppy eyes "Theek hai...ab naahi bolenge hum kuch..bore hoge to phir humse naahi bolna "
She gets up walking around the hut for a while then she looks at aryan
She goes near him
Aryan looks at her
"Shirt utaro"
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