"Pehle pyaar ko bhulate bhulate jab dusri baar pyaar aaega to jodne se jada tod ke jaega!"
Trying to suppress the pull they felt, he made rudeness his facade yet her tears twirling everything inside him. The urge in him to protect her only to ruin h...
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They departed for Banaras in afternoon, almost a three hour long ride from Allahabad.
"I told you to leave earlier!" Randheer muttered irritated as he glanced over at Parthvi, who sat comfortably, seemingly unaffected.
"You are repeating it for hundredth time." she shrugged nonchalantly.
"It's going to get late now! I had work; they've been calling nonstop!" Randheer huffed, his frustration evident.
"Yeah, you're the celebrity here!" she quipped, rolling her eyes. "By the way, I'm not free either!"
He shook his head in exasperation answering his phone. Parthvi sighed, relieved to be spared from another round of arguments, though she couldn't help but notice Randheer's pointed glare when she glanced out the window.
"I'm stuck somewhere. Postpone it for tomorrow." Randheer said into the phone. "I know, but there's no way I'll make it by the time.......Okay." He ended the call and accelerated, frustration building.
Parthvi turned on the FM radio, letting soft songs fill the quiet tension.
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Randheer pulled the car over to the side of the road in front of a dhaba. Glancing at Parthvi, who had fallen asleep, her small frame curled up, and her loose hair blowing gently in the breeze from the open window, he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear before he stepped out of the car and walked into the dhaba.
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I shifted in my seat, slowly opening my eyes, only to find the driver's seat empty. Panic gripped me instantly. Please don't tell me he left me alone!
I glanced out the window and sighed in relief when I saw Randheer standing near the dhaba, sipping something hot, perhaps tea.
I leaned halfway out of the window to call him, but the weather had taken a sudden turn. The bright, hot afternoon had transformed into a windy, clouded sky, darkening quickly as the clock neared four.
"Randheer!" I called out, but he was too far to hear. Shaking my head, I opened the door and stepped out, a strange unease crawling up my back.
Suddenly, I felt a rough grip on my wrist, pulling me back. Startled, I turned sharply to face a suspicious-looking man.
