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Ch 22: Getting To Know You

Hi!

Before you start reading, it's called a pajami in Hindi and not pyjama so stop laughing gande bacho! /.\

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~~~MADIHA'S POV~~~

I awkwardly shifted in my seat as the lady on the speaker announced the basic rules. I already knew where we were heading to so that wasn't an issue but the fact that this is going to be my first flight, was scaring me the most; considering what happened with Kasim.

I guess Hussain sensed my uneasiness because he kept his hand on mine. I flinched at the warm touch before looking up at him. He was smiling at me.

"You will be fine, trust me," he whispered. When I didn't say anything, he nodded, waiting for me to respond. I forced a smiled before looking ahead again.

Suddenly my eyes fell on the window next to me. Seeing the building getting smaller with every passing second, made me feel dizzy and I looked away. Hussain chuckled beside me and I scowled at him.

"It's not funny!"

"Sorry teacher Ji," he spoke but just when I thought he meant it, he laughed again.

"Stop calling me that!" I told him, quite sternly.

"Kyun? I always call you that!" He frowned.

"Because...." I didn't how to say it.

"Because?" He pressed on it, smirking and I looked away. "Nothing."

"Uff yeh gussa!" He muttered beside me.

"You signed up for it," I shrugged, causally glancing in his direction, "ab toh phass Gaye."

"Chalo koi ni," he chuckled again, "I am bored, let's play a game... Twenty questions."

"Ha! My worst nightmare," I rolled my eyes, "so many questions, kiske pass time hai?"

"Oh ho teacher Ji, don't be such a bore. Plus, yahan toh time hi time hai." He said and looked around, reminding me we are in a plane. However, all I picked up was that name.

"Stop calling me that," I told him again.

"Fine, play with me and I will stop."

"Stop acting like kids," I groaned.

"And you need to stop acting like you are Barak Obama... Tumhaare stress liye bina bhi yeh duniyan chal sathi hai, Mahida," he sighed. His smile turned in to a frown as he shook his head and turned away from me.

"Fine I'll play," I gave up and slightly turned to face him, "you start."

"You can't back off once we start and I will stop calling you teacher Ji if you stick around until question number 20," he warned me and I nodded. "Deal, koi naya nickname dhoond Lo."

"Dhoond liye," he winked and I rolled my eyes.

"Aap bachpan se chichore the?" I blurted absentmindedly. Something that I wanted to ask him on our first meeting.