Tumse Milke (Sequel Of SNT)

Chapter 37

Maybe I didn't express my point clearly in the last note. When I said that a husband wouldn't be able to tolerate that his wife loved someone else before, I was specifically referring to Mehrab, not all husbands. I've even written stories where the husband knew his wife was previously interested in someone else, but they both moved on together. I was only and specifically talking about Mehrab in previous note😅

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The coffee shop was a quiet haven in the middle of the bustling city. Hoorain walked in, eager to escape the chaos outside. She placed her order, a cappuccino with extra foam, her usual, and found a corner seat where she could sit. Today, Hoorain needed to buy some supplies for the workshop, so she came to the market. Initially, she wanted to bring Anabia along, but then she decided to come alone.

Mehrab, on the other side of the shop, was engrossed in his laptop, typing away. He had ordered a black coffee with a hint of caramel.

The barista called out, “Caramel coffee and cappuccino!”

Mehrab and Hoorain both approached the counter at the same time, grabbing their respective drinks without paying much attention. They returned to their seats and took their first sips.

Almost simultaneously, they frowned and looked at their cups. Mehrab, expecting the bitterness of black coffee, was surprised by the sweetness. Hoorain, used to her creamy cappuccino, was met with an unexpected strong flavour.

They both stood up and walked back to the counter to complain about the wrong order.

"I think there’s been a mix-up,” Hoorain said, holding out her cup.

“This isn't my order,” Mehrab said, putting the cup on the counter.

Their eyes met simultaneously, and a pleasant surprise filled both of their gazes as they recognized each other.

“Hoorain?” Mehrab asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Mehrab sir," Hoorain said, equally astonished.

"Ab hum college mein nahi hain, you can stop calling me sir," Mehrab corrected her.

(We're not in college anymore,)

"Bhai?" Hoorain hesitated, trying to decide how to address him. Considering his engagement to Anabia, she should call him bhai.

"Koi rishta banana zaroori hai?" Mehrab asked, making Hoorain silent. By then, the barista had brought their correct orders.

(Is it necessary to define a relationship?)

"I'm sorry for the mix-up," she apologized, handing them their correct drinks.

"Thanks," they both said in unison, taking their cups.

They stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say. “So, how are you?” Mehrab asked, breaking the silence.

"Good, and you?" Hoorain replied. As they walked back to their tables, Mehrab gestured towards his table, inviting her to join him.

"My bag," Hoorain pointed to her table and walked over, not expecting Mehrab to follow her with his laptop.

"Tum aaj kal kya kar rahi ho?" Mehrab asked with genuine interest. Hoorain hadn't expected them to talk so easily, as if they were old friends. They hadn't even met at Anabia and Mehrab's engagement because they had separate functions.

(So, what are you up to these days?)

“Kuch khas nahi, mera startup hai toh pura time wahi jata hai." Hoorain replied, her voice filled with pride.