Tug, turn, thud.. a lovestory

Collided

A crash and the car comes to a screeching halt. 

I jump out to scream at the person who just collided their rusted crap of a scooter with my SUV but my words are caught in my throat. 

It's HER.. 

A thousand thoughts swirl in my mind, but the most prominent one, is she following me?  This is not Lucknow. What is she doing here so far from home. A disdain fills my mouth realizing the answer. After all, how can girls like her just leave a wealthy person so easily.

I ask not wanting to know "You, What are you doing here..Yahan bhi apni Jeeji ka dahej ikattha karne aayi ho [Are you here to collect dowry for your sister now?]", I add.. not able to hold my contempt.

I see her take a quick breath which stopped midway in her lungs. She stares at me with her huge eyes, and mouth rounded in 'o' as if she never expected to see me here. Oh Really..great acting.

Then she exhaled slowly gritting her teeth and a resolve entered her eyes. In a bright red salwar kameez that is hugging her body too tightly for my comfort, she charged towards me. Her visage, no more a damsel in distress, in her eyes, not a plea, but a verdict. That it was not her but me that has wronged her. And she is about to deliver the punishment. 

With a finger pointed at me, she starts accusing me that I was the reason their life is ruined, that her Babuji's shop is gone, that she had to move here leaving her home..

My eyes burn with rage, "That's enough", I shout at her. She jumps back.

WHAT THE..I have had enough with her flimsy stories. Last time it was her sister, now it's her Babuji. How casually can this girl make sob stories about her family to appear vulnerable. Just how easy it is for girls like her to lie.. 

And all this time, there I was losing my peace over this little lying-tramp-of-a-girl.

She is back again with her finger in my face. Oh she doesn't budge does she. She was about to deliver more lies, but I can't..

No one points a finger to ASR. NO ONE..

Narrowing my eyes, I walk towards her slowly, menacingly. She should learn her place. 

She starts stepping back, fear returning to her eyes once again, as if remembering that night in SheeshMehal. 

That's right, you should be scared of me. I'm not one of the guys you can easily trap with your doe eyes, sob stories and fake tears. 

She bumps with her scooter and stops. She moves her lips to say something again, but is distracted by the broken mirror of her already-half-broken scooter. Her Mouth opens wide and she covers it in horror. Then she starts to accuse me anew of colliding into her and breaking the mirror. Like I was the one who collided. 

She is getting to my nerves and I can't help but spout the truth to her, "Why don't you clearly say that you want money from me. What's the need of all these lies and drama..not even sparing your family in your sob stories. I am well aware of girls like you.." I throw couple thousand at her and leave. That's what she is worth after all. "That's for the damage to your scooter. Keep the change".

Pushing my aviators up my nose I turn to go.

She picks the money and follows me, I scoff at her in disdain. "Oh so it wasn't enough for you. You are back for more".

She pushes the money in my face and tells me, "You can keep your money Mr. Raizada. I don't need it. It was my fault. I lost balance of my scooter and scratched your car. How much should I pay you."

Hmm.. I cross my arms and read her a little. I must admit that was not what I expected. But I'm not falling for that. Of course this is another trick of hers, reverse psychology huh. But I am ASR. I am 10 steps ahead of you.

"Twenty five thousand", I tell her knowing full well she could never repay me.

Her eyes widens in shock. She mumbles something like "hey Devi Maiyya, what should I do".

Ya..pray to all the gods in the heavens, you would need all their blessings to deal with me.

She says she has gotten a job and she will repay me in installments.

I shake my head at her. Wow, so after everything she accused me to be responsible of, she had already landed a job. She really was trying to dupe me with her lies about her Babuji's shop and whatnot. And what did she say, that I ruined her life.. hah, more like made her life by making her famous. Of course, associating herself with ASR was bound to land her a job or two. But I pity the person who hired her.

What's it to me..I don't give a damn.

I make to walk towards my car.

"Rukiye.. apna pata ya phone number to dete jaiye." [Wait, what's your address and phone number].

Like I'm gonna give it to her. I will be playing right into her hands. I jumped into my SUV, roaring it to life.

"Someone who really wants to pay would find a way", I left her with these final words and drove away.

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