Do: Phir Apne Moholle Mein Manisha Ayi

610 37 12
                                    

Disclaimer: Characters are not as same as they are in real life so keep that in mind while reading...
___________________

Elvish is not a morning person plus a very light sleeper so when the constant truck horn in an early morning of sunday reached his ears, he was about to combust.

"B*dk kaun c*u*iye k g**nd mein ag lag gayi woh bhi itne subhe." He checked the clock hanged on the right side of his bed. It showed 6:45 which is tooooo much early for him to open his eyes.

He got up from his bed furiously about to curse the hell out of that truck owner. He reached his balcony and noticed a big blue truck with loaded furniture, the truck driver was standing outside.

"OYEE MOTHER- india." the well known word was suddenly modified when he spotted someone coming out of the drivers side and that too a girl. Elvish might be alot of things in life starting the list from Kutta, Kamina, Haramkhor but one thing he refrains himself from doing is to use wrong words in front of women.

The girl looked not more than 25 with a below average height. He must admit she looks cute in that black kurti with her hairs down but he's still not fully awake to properly appreciate her beauty. He can't even properly see her face from the top. These are the times when he wishes he took that second floor apartment- the one where Abhishek lives now- instead of the top one.

His thoughts were disrupted when he heard the commotion downstairs and they started unloading the furnitures from the truck. And then it hit him, he took his phone and checked the date..

" 25 .. Iska matlab yahi hain nayi kiraydar."

___________________

"Hum hain Manisha Rani aur ap?" Manisha said standing outside her new apartment. It's almost 8:30 and most of her things are now inside her new 'home' so she's now in her element, getting adjusted to the new setting.

"Aise to nam mera Milon hain baki sab yaha pe mujhe neuzboy k nam se hi bulate hain..." said the boy she just met while sticking her name plate. He is the one who supplies newspaper and milk in the neighborhood so it's better she makes a good conversation with him. He can also give her a bit of background info about the place and it's people.

"Kiu inko apka dudh pasand nahi ata?" Manisha mentally slapped herself for being so blunt.. "Yaar kya kar rahi hain naye jagah mein ake bhi teri chichoripanti nahi chut rahi.. First day mein hi galat impression banana hain kya?" Her inner voice scolded her.

On the other hand neuzboy couldn't hold it anymore and laughed out loud. This made Manisha be at ease and she laughed with him as well. "Nahi humara matlab tha k ap to dono kam karte hain to nam sirf newsboy kiu? "

"Nam to mera pehle se hi par gaya tha kiuki shuru mein main baas newspaper dene ka hi kam karta tha phir maine yeh bhi start kiya." Manisha nodded hearing his explanation and then he asked, "par ap itni subha subha agayi.. Sabko to laga tha ap sham tak ayengi."

"Ha maine bhi wahi tair kiya tha pehle, phir socha itna saman leke mumbai ki traffic mein ana woh bhi Sunday ko bohot jyada hi hectic hojayega. To isi wajah se kal raat ko plan change kiya."

"Achaa. To apka sara shifting ka kam hogaya?"

"Almost Sare furnitures lag gaye baas kuch personal saman wale boxes lana hain niche se. Woh hum kar lenge baad mein."

"Apko kuch help chahiye to mujhe batana main kar dunga."

"Thik hain." Manisha felt thankful for meeting such a good person on her first day. "Baas aise hi ache log milte rahe aur yeh jagah bhi main apna lu pichle ki tarah" 'Ache log' Ara yaar between all this she totally forgot her main purpose behind talking to him.

𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐚 ||𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀||Where stories live. Discover now