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Navaboo ka shehar Bhopal...
Riddhima reached Bhopal and hot breeze hugged her face as she came out of the international airport of bhopal and she felt some unknown happiness,maybe feeling close to her father but she has never felt so good,so pleasant,so lively...
She feeling the hot breeze of mid march,closed her eyes and prayed to her god,"yaah Allah... Hum aj se pehle yaha,Hindustan kabhi nahi aaye,phir bhi naa Jane kyu Hume ek ajeeb see kashish mehsus ho rahi hai...aisa lag raha hai ki yaha koi apna hai..Jo humare dil ke bhot karid hai...shayad abbu hai yaha isliye Hume ye feeling aa rahi hai...par Jo bhi ho..Hume himmat dijiye hamare maula.hume har mushkil,har burai se bachaye rakhe aur humesha ki tarah hum sach ka sath de sake...chahe Jo bhi ho,hum humesha Wo hi kare,jo humara majhab Hume sikhata hai..."
Praying silently, she moved towards the taxi stand.she was afraid,as for the first time in her life,she came to India that too alone...
"Is anjaan sheher me,anjaan logo ke bich naa Jane kahi koi Teri raah dekh raha ho...
Bheed bhari iss duniya me na jaane kahi Wo Teri parchai ban tera haath thamne khada ho...
Khuda na kare ki usse kabhi ruthe,ya kabhi khafa ho...
Kare to bas itna kare ki jab Wo tujhe mile,toh tu tere shehjaade me aur Wo Teri aakho me ghumshuda ho..."
She was searching for taxi to reach to her phupi's house.some taxi driver were drooling over her from top to bottom which made her highly awkward and angry at the same time..
"Inn kambakhata Mardo ki jaat hi ek hai..har jahar bas muh uthaye dekhte rehte hai...jaise pehle kabhi ladki Dekhi hi nahi hogi..." She angrily gritted her teeth and moved out of the airport as she noways is going with these man who right now are oogling her from top to bottom.
Moving out she saw a taxi and no driver around and went to the taxi.in hurry she colloid with a handsome young guy in his mid 20's.blue-caramel eyes and he was smiling looking at her.his cutest deep dimples with the charming smile ever.tall,fair everything was just perfect in him.his chiselled,well maintained physic to make every girl go on their knees.
"Mohtarma,aap kuch jyada hi jaldbaazi me lag rahi hai..."he gave the best of his smiles.
"Sorry Wo humne apko dekha nahi tha..." She apologized cutely making a pout which he will surely die to see again.
"Arey arey chill...you don't have to be nervous.. So just chillax..I didn't mean to scare you OK..."he smiled genuinely,concerned," pehle aap chale jaeye..mujhe toh anyways ghar hi Jana hai... "
He gave her place to go and she moved further with her bags.a piece of paper fell from her hand and she was oblivious to it...
The guy picked up the paper and then saw riddhima,but she was already sitting in the taxi.
"Excuse me...arey...mohtarma... Arey suniye..." He ran behind the taxi but it started going far.
"Arey Yaar..." He stomped his foot and saw the paper."Yeh toh..." He then smiled and took the local bus standing there.
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Riddhima reached the lane and moved out of taxi with her luggage. As the taxi went away,she searched for the paper in her handbag but could not find it.
"Yaa Allah..na jaane Wo paper kaha chale gaya...ab hum phupi ka ghar kaise dhundege...??" She questioned herself and was worried what will happen.
She checked her handbag for many a times but didn't found the paper.tired,she sat near the bus stand thinking, what she will do without the address.she saw a bus halted in front of her.
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