Beinteha

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Azmaish to phir man-pasand cheez se shuru hoti hai
Dil jis baat par a'ari karta hai, Rab usi baat par azmata hay
—Baba Jee

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Raphael x Juliette

THE HANDLES in her grip could only beg for mercy as she pulled them to increase the speed of the scootie which she ran.

She wasn't someone crazy to do it but she was running late for her friend's wedding ceremony. How sad. She was the one who helped decorating her and flew back to India just to attend the huge day in her friend's life.

She couldn't miss the ceremony. Please!

After she was the last person left behind to attend her friend's wedding ceremony, she found no car to drive her to the place. She only had to grab her friend's scootie. She was glad that she learned to drive even though she was the most famous ballerina of America and had as many driver as she could hire.

Her phone was ringing but she didn't desire to answer the caller. She grabbed her phone and checked the message that popped upon the screen, right above the blurred lockscreen wallpaper she used.

It was by her friend as she wrote; Rufus' car got a problem, Jules! Pick him up if you find him anywhere on the road ;)

She put the phone, chuckling. However, she was excited to meet Raphael whom her friend called Rufus, which was his nickname.

She was going to see him after years. The last time she saw him, she was very young and was ready to fly to America for further studies and to pursue her career.

Now, when she was a star, she was back, and her desire above everything was to meet Raphael Levi, the guy who was her childhood best friend. He was her guardian angel.

But, was she going to find him on the road, just as her friend suggested? She knew she was joking but... who knows. Right?

She wanted to see him. She wanted to meet him. How did he look after growing up? Was he the same in looks or he gained some more muscles to beat any guy who'd raise even eyes to look at her?

If she wasn't going to find him on the way, she was surely going to find him at the wedding. After all, he was the groom's friend!

Her heart was thumping in utter excitement to see him.

On the way, at some distance as she neared it, she found a man standing behind the border.

His arms were folded on his chest and he was tapping his foot restlessly against the ground. He was surely waiting for someone to arrive. By his side, a car was parked. She learned that it got some problem.

Wait!

Her eyes blinked and she wondered if he was really Raphael standing there. So, her friend wasn't joking about it? His car really got damaged. But... how was it possible? She couldn't believe that coincidence, come on!

However, it was still not confirmed that he was the same Raphael Levi she knew.

She had no car yet she stopped, surprising him with the fact she was ready to help him with a scootie.

Look man, if he was waiting for Roy's Royals to arrive for him, then it was not possible. Rightly said, no?

He stared at her, confused. He wanted a taxi to stop, not a girl with a scootie.

His eyes travelled down her outfit. She was wearing a white dress with a lovely workmanship on the border. Her dupatta was heavy and pink. She looked lovely. Only her mouth could be seen as she wore the helmet. Her silver bangles clunk against each other as she raised her arms to remove the helmet and there, her eyes met his.