The Unintentional Hit

They Met Again

Episode:02

After Aravi 's novel was successfully published by the company where Ahana works which is none other than The Marthurs Company, she became the author of the month of the city.

Still her success was unknown.  She didn't got the recognition she wanted. She was underrated. But Aravi was positive.

“Aravi, come on.. this time I am sure Mr Marthur will read your story and will become the best selling novel of theq country.” Ahana shouldered her friend who was sad.

“Ahana.. I heard that Mr Marthur is very strict, I guess he didn't liked it that's why the publishing house didn't dared to publish my story for the whole country. It just became a local product not a branded ones. People always look to the branded ones you know right.” Aravi said.

“ Aravi, leave that for sometime let's go for a drink.. umm let's have some coffee..”

They both walked to a cafe nearbywhich was their favourite since their highschool. The cafe was well furnished with everything wood, the seats , the tables , the counter.

“Hello?.. Oh Oh! I'm sorry.. please it was just.. wait.. please..”

“What happened?” Aravi asked her best friend whose face became red.

“Aravi I have a very urgent thing to do.. please.. I have to go.. take my card and this is my treat. Also don't forget to bring some cookies and cold coffee to your home I will take those once I will get free..” Ahana ended and hurriedly rushed to her bike.

Aravi looked around it was just her all alone in the cafe. She stood up and cheered herself. “Aravi. I know you can do it.." She sighed and walked towards the counter.

“Aunty, Please give me a cup of coffee and a cold coffee..” Aravi tells the counter lady their order when she got a slight  push on her shoulder.

“I'm sorry!” The man apologizes.  “Its okay..” Aravi nods as she was getting awkward and weird because the man was fully dressed up in black suit with black glasses to cover his eyes and black mask to cover his lips.

She took her coffee and stuffs after paying and went away.  While she was very unaware of the stranger she knew that the stranger is a stranger but not a stranger to her.

She shrugged all the thoughts for the man as it was getting very puzzling for her to solve the puzzle of the image of that man.

She was waiting for her cab for going home when her system got hacked as a deep yet angelic voice came behind her and made her shiver.

As soon as the cab came, she quickly jumped inside to escape from there. The car was just about to made her relief when the man knocked the car's window.

“Excuse me?” The man shows his card and within seconds he was in sitting beside Aravi.

This made Aravi angry. “Dare to start the car or I will complain about the company and you..” Her one cold sentence was enough for the driver to stop the car.

“What you two think of yourself.. I have paid the cab fair and you will drop him first? Moreover you can't just let in somebody so randomly..”

“Mr? By any chance do you like me?” She folded her hands.

“Miss? Are you asking me?” The man looked here and there if it was someone else she was throwing her sharp glares.

“Yes You.. you think your rich vibes will melt anyone's heart to let you in anyone's car? You think wearing these clothes will make you look some kinda CEO who just order and convince anyone? Then you are wrong! Because this isn't anybody.. This is Aravi Roy..”

The man was surprised. He threw his sunglasses in his pocket and looked her from top to bottom..

“It was her!”

“Now why are you drooling over me.. You are surely a jerk” Her last word made him cough. He looked at the driver who was pressing his lips hardly to resist his laugh.

“Yaa... Mr Bhaleram, can you help me to introduce her who I am..” His voice was full of sarcasm.

“Ma'am.. This is  Mr Rayan Marthur ,the CEO of The Marthurs' Production House. ”

“Wow! And I'm.. ” She  stayed mum when he opened his mask and shows off his handsome face. It took no seconds to recognise his face. He is known worldwide.
He is the one with she was once physically involved.

“I'm sorry.. I think I should go.. enjoy your drive. ” Aravi's voice cracked which was noticed by Rayan.

“Finally..!” Rayan sighs in relief.

Aravi was about to go down to the car when she fell something  pulling her. She looked back when she saw it was just her dhaaga which got stucked in the lock of the car.

“Mr Rayan I know I am sorry for many things months back and including this.. I hope you will move on and will not hold any grudges in my profession. And once again I apologise to you for everything I did wrong to you.” She bowed down and apologized. Her eyes didn't met with him even for once after their confrontation. As soon as she hoped outside the car, the car rushed hurriedly and vanished from her sight.

“I hate you Mr Rayan Marthur!” She shouted at the top of her lungs.

“I hate you! Whenever I cross path with you.. you bring so much embarrassment for me, so much bad luck to me.. itself.” She cries as for her it was so obvious that he will not to publish her story anymore.

“But I will not give up so easily!” She stomped her feet to walk to her house but it was her again when she realised it was her money which the driver of the cab didn't returned.

“Why it is always me? You are born with such a luck my dear me.. Wow!! ”

She looked here and there if she could sit and wait for sometime and when she got a one chair outside. She sat and dialled up a number.

“Hello? Could you come to the address I had sent you to pick me up?”

Within ten minutes a bike came. It was none other than Ahana. She looked her face.

“Well it should be who should be sad why are you sad?” Ahana asks.

“These days.. if my friend is sad.. should I be not crying and sad for the same?” Aravi says dramatically.

Ahana broke out in tears and Aravi too.

They both cried hugging eachother like babies.

[This video is just a reference to explain the scenario of how unseriously they were crying]

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