Dil Dosti Etc..

CHAPTER 2. Déjà VOUS

Next Day, Kuala Lumpur International Airport, Malaysia

"Purvi, tu phir kab aayegi?", Samiksha asked her, a little emotional.

"Mujhe Malaysia itna achcha laga ki ab toh main dobaara zaroor aaungi. Par pehle aap sab India zaroor aana. Is baar ghoomaane ki baari meri!", she responded hugging both Samiksha and Mehak in turn.

She turned back one time smiling at her cousins as she finally entered the baggage area after showing her identification, disappearing from their view. That's when she allowed herself to be emotional too; she was going to miss her cousins!

She moved to the baggage area to put her bags on the carousal.

"Maine kaha tha ki itna kuch mat rakho mere bags mein! Par chacha-chachi kahaan sunte hain! Sab ke liye gifts bhar diye hain! Chal Purvi beta, shuru ho ja!", she said to herself, as she tried lifting one of the bags up.

Suddenly, a hand appeared and tried to help her lift it up.

"Let me help!", a male voice said.

The voice was familiar to her, so, she looked up immediately.

"Tum? Tum yahaan kaise?", she exclaimed.

"Vaise hee jaise aap hain! I am also going to India!", he responded and continued helping her.......

~X~X~X~X~

"Thank you Dushyant, vahaan baggage counter par meri madad karne ke liye!", Purvi said.

"You are very welcome Purvi. Vaise bhi mujhe ab puri flight ek khubsurat ladki ke saath bitaane ko mil raha hai, toh thodi si mehnat toh banti thi!",he winked.

Purvi smiled to herself but said to him, "Tum sudhroge nahin na?"

Dushyant smiled and playfully nodded in a 'no'.

"Ab agar tumne flirt karne ki koshish ki na toh meri jooti bhi tumhaare saath is flight par nahin baithegi", Purvi warned him, also in a playful manner.

"Achcha baba! Theek hai! Theek hai devi ji. Main mazaak kar raha tha..."

"Pata hai mujhe! Waise, mujhe yeh bataao tum India kahaan ja rahe ho?"

"Mumbai! Thoda ghoomna hai fir extended family ke pass Goa..."

"Thats awesome! Actually, main bhi Mumbai main hee rehti hun. We can meet up for sure in Mumbai and I will show you around!", Purvi exclaimed, all excited.

"Seriously, thats great! Ek localite se better kaun hai Mumbai darshan ke liye!!", Dushyant responded, all smiling. Unbenowest to Purvi, he had his hands knotted behind his back as if wishing for luck in this new journey.......
~ X~X~X~X~

The flight was uneventful with one stop in between at Changi Airport, Singapore. They both explored the 'most famous airport in the world', shared stories and talked nineteen to the dozen.

As Purvi put it, "Aisa lagta hee nahin ki hum ek doosre ko sirf do din se jaante hain!"

Finally, they ventured out of the Mumbai Airport.

"Dushyant, tumhaare pass, address hai na? Mera phone number likh liya? Agar kuch confusion ho toh kabhi bhi mujhe call kar lena. Aur ghabraana mat, Mumbai first-timers ke liye thoda sa overwhelming ho sakta hai!", Purvi said, all worried.

"Okay ji! Main khayal rakhunga. Maine aapka number yahaan rakh liya hai, apne dil ke pass", Dushyant said, pointing towards his shirt pocket and winking yet again at her.

Purvi looked up at him with mock anger but he immediately said, "Sorry, Sorry! Kuch minutes ke liye aapki warning bhool gaya tha!"

Purvi smiled back at him, waved and then hailed a taxi to take her home.

Meanwhile, Dushyant, kept looking at her retreating form, "Kitni achi ladki hai na yeh. Dil se kitni hee saaf hai. Mujhe jaane hue sirf do din huye hain aur dekho kitni fikar kar rahi hai meri", he smiled. Suddenly, his smile vanished and he took out his phone.

"Hello, everything is progressing beautifully. Looks like I managed to convince her that I am a tourist here.... She herself offered to show me around the city. Achchi opportunity hai uske pass aane ki...", his smile was more sinister this time.

A female voice answered, "Just take care of yourself darling! And if you dare to get too close to her..."

"You know you are the only person in the world for me! This is work-I need to do this na.....If she is at fault, nothing can come between her and the punishment we have in store for her!", Dushyant said in a determined voice.

"I love you!", he said on the phone and put it down. Hailing a cab, he left the airport.....

~X~X~X~X~

A woman peeped out from behind a pillar as he left. Dialling a number, in a low voice she said,

"Hello..?"

"Haanji kahiye?", a male voice answered.

"Tum aise kyun baat kar rahe ho?"

"Gussa hun main aapse! Late ho gayin hai aap mohtarma!"

"Main kya karti? Flight delayed thi...."

"Aur tum, as usual use apni baaton mein laga hee liya hoga?"

"Haan...shayad use kuch boojha nahin ki mujhe uske baare mein sab pata hai!" and Purvi upped her imaginary collar as she talked.

"Zyaada hava mein mat udo! Agar use pata lag gaya na toh lene ke dene pad jaayenge..."

"Tum mujhe jaante nahin ho kya?", she asked, all serious.

"Jaanta bhi hun, pehchaanta bhi hun..fikar bhi karta hun. Isliye aise sawaal puch raha hun. Tumhaari dangerous situations mein jaane ki aadat nahin jaayegi na? Kya zaroorat thi use Mumbai Darshan ka offer dene ki?"

"Jealous ho rahe ho kya? Hai toh vaise bahut handsome!", Purvi quipped, smiling to herself.

"Phir jaao tum us handsome ke pass, main phone rakhta hun", the guy said, sounding miffed.

"Uff! Joke tha, mere mister handsome! Mere liye toh ' sirf tum hee ho..tum hee ho...'", she said in a sing-songy voice, hoping to appease him.

"Jealous toh main hun, meri jagah woh hoga tumhaare saath, Mumbai ghoomte hue...."

"Tumhe pata hai na yeh kitna zaroori hai? Mujhe yeh karna hee hoga. Aur agar mujhe zara bhi bhanak lagi ki kuch gadbad hai toh woh bachega nahin!", Purvi said resolutely, setting her mouth in a straight line.

"I love you! Just take care of yourself. Chalo, ab jaldi ghar aa jao.."

"I love you too jaan. Bus cab se aa rahi hun. Pehle waale cab ko stand-by pe rakha hai, yahin peeche. Uski baatein toh nahin sun paayi par itna zaroor pata chal gaya ki kuch toh gadbad hai......", Purvi responded and kept the phone down.

~To be continued~

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