Enchanted

Chapter [3]

Shubman's pov:-

Standing inside the instrument shop which was mentioned in the visiting card I found in the blind man's wallet, I pressed the call bell.

As I was tapping my foot on the floor waiting patiently the owner approached me.

"Welcome! What can I get for you?"

He asked in a cheerful tone while I observed the exotic instruments in his shop.

"Sorry.....I am not actually here to shop. I just needed some information."

I apologetically said after nervously shaking my head a little.

"You are with the CBI or something?"

The owner joked after picking up his phone from the counter in an attempt to gain a chuckle from me.

I let out a dry chuckle at the joke to not ruin the mood.

"No! Do you perhaps know any blind man? His head reaches up to my shoulder."

I asked curiously as I indicated his height with my hand.

"You are talking about Ishan?! Yeah he visit me often."

The owner guessed it in a split second at the mention of his height and not blindness. Woah!

"He gives music lessons to people. That's why he visit this shop often."

The owner continued in his fixed enthusiastic tone while I mumbled the name.

So his name is Ishan.

"Why are you asking about him though?"

He finally asked the obvious question I was waiting to hear.

"Mmmmmm........I am actually thinking of learning music. I need his address to discuss regarding the class timing and fees."

I lied after biting the inside of my cheek.

I might sound like a stalker if I told him the exact cause of my visit.

I also haven't even told Abhi anything about Ishan yet because he would probably suggest me to hand it to police.

I don't know why but I just want to return it myself.

Am I sounding like a stalker?....

"So, What's his address or phone number?"

I asked innocently waiting for the shop owner to finally reveal the address.

1 hour later,

I stood infront of a house which looked very pleasing to the eyes from the outside.

Lots of colourful flowers pots were hanging on the ceiling along with vines.

The house was too perfect for a blind man. I mean how does he even manage it all? Maybe he live with his parents.

I shaked off the thoughts and ringed the bell several times but no one came to open the door.

"Galat address to nahi de diya usne?"

I ringed the bell several times and mumbled after checking the address once again but it was correct.

I ringed the bell one last time before sighing and turning around to leave.

"Sorry! For keeping you waiting!"

That's when I heard someone's familiar voice spoke after opening the door while panting lightly.

He was the same person I encountered yesterday.

The one I have been looking for.

"I fell on my way that's why I couldn't open the door."