𝐀 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

Avani's fleeting gaze flickered all across the bustling Chattrapati Shivaji Maharaj Airport, the Terminal 2 was even more crowded than usual.

A small smile spread across her lips, feeling nostalgia hit her.

She was finally back to India, back to Mumbai.

She'd missed it here so bad.

As she sauntered out towards the cab stand after grabbing her luggage, her gaze fleeted from one car to another, and she let out a disappointed tsk at not finding the familiar number plate anywhere.

Getting her phone out of her pocket, she dialled her Father's number.

" Avani, I was just about to call you! There's an urgent meeting in the office with a client and Dheeraj couldn't stay because of an emergency and I won't be able to come to the airport to pick you up. I really need to sign this deal today. I'm so sorry."

" Dad...you'd promised!" She whined.

" I'm so sorry Princess. I'd have sent the drivers but they're out as well. Can you please manage today? I'm genuinely sorry."

" Fine." She grumbled, " But you better tell your business partners that you're going to have your dinner with me. I'm not taking no for an answer!"

" Yes I promise! We'll have our dinner together! I gotta go now, bye, love you, and text me once you reach home okay?"

" Bye Dad, I love you too. And I'll definitely drop a text once I reach."

She spent the next fifteen minutes trying to get a cab, but it was pouring cats and dogs, and no cab driver was willing to go all the way to Worli.

Frustrated, she turned away to go back in.

She'd barely eaten anything, her head was hurting, she was too worn out from the recent happenings, and she really needed sleep-something she was badly deprived of.

" Need a ride Miss Joshi?" She halted her steps, hearing a serene, oddly familiar, deep masculine voice call out softly.

How did he know her surname?

Hesitantly, she turned around to face him and her brows furrowed, her brown orbs boring into his obsidian ones, and she was definite she had seen him before or probably met him.

Flashing her a soft, charming grin, he waved his hand and arched a brow.

" Do you need a ride back home?" He asked her again and she blinked.

" How..how do you know me? I'm so sorry I simply cannot recall who you are no matter how hard I try and jog my memory."

Chuckling, he looked down and then back at her.

" Well...who doesn't know you?"

" I-"

" You do need a ride back home, don't you?" He probed and she sighed, nodding her head.

" I can't get a cab."

" Your drivers seem to be on a holiday?"