Forever Yours (Stay With Me Sequel)

Chapter 46

My belief worked well. The SIM Company of my old number needn't any Officer Frank or Vikas to unlock the messages. I called the customer care and told them the whole story, and that was it. Niall went down to their head office and got print outs of all the text messages as well as call list from the time before Niall left for Manchester.

The second part of my mammoth Visa process was appearing for the English Test. More than my job the test gave me sleepless nights. Niall and I went through each word of the rules and regulations of the test so that I passed easily as well as with flying cars.

Finally, the test took place yesterday, Thursday and I was very satisfied with the way it went. The question paper wasn't at all difficult at least for me. In fact I didn't see the reason in taking it if the intention is to check if the applier could converse in English or not. I'm an English Literature graduate for heaven's sake. However, the Visa people wouldn't know that so; rules are rules.

After office today, Aryan dropped me off till the bus stop like any other day. Of course, Naina informed him about my promotion and he congratulated me countable number of times.

It was the second week of December, and I was standing at the bus stop, hands wrapped around my body. I looked around, drinking in the vision of the city around me as I realized that this is quite possibly the last time I'm enjoying a Calcutta December. It made me sad; to be honest because I loved my city during this month. I loved the decorations for Christmas, and New Year's. It just provided such a nice feeling, seeing the whole city celebrating that there were no room for gloom.

But, I was going to Manchester and definitely it was better than Calcutta in every aspect so; instead of being sad I focused on the brighter side and pushed aside the thought off my mind.

Almost half-an-hour passed, but I didn't get a bus. I was starting to get irritated. At this time a tall guy came and stood beside me. He was wearing white shirt and blue jeans, and a laptop bag was wrapped over his shoulder. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a lot of tattoos on both of his hands.

I didn't see his face yet, but his physique quite resembled Harry's and the tattoos just added on to it. I lifted my head up to take a glimpse of his face. He looked at me at that instant and we smiled at each other.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Been waiting for long?"

"Yeah, almost an hour."

"Sad," he looked at my belly. "Pregnant?" he pointed at it now.

"Yeah," I smiled widely.

"You look too young for it."

"I know. My fiancé is too, we both are 22," I shrugged. There wasn't any reason to mention that, but I didn't know why I did. The hormones were making me really grumpy and cranky.

He laughed. "I wouldn't have made any approach so; you could've not mentioned your fiancé."

"I just love him too much to skip."

Oh dear Lord, somebody stop me!

"And I love my wife too. I'm married," I looked with widened eyes at his reply. "The reason I asked you about your pregnancy is because my wife is pregnant too. One month," he smiled.

"I....ahhmm....congratulations," I retorted, and looked away, ashamed.

We didn't talk for the next few minutes before something struck my mind.