Traingers

🚂-awkWARD-🚂

🌅5:45 pm🌅

A few minutes had gone by and the guy was dangerously quiet. His face looked hard and stoic. As if he just saw his girlfriend hooking up with her ex. I stood there like a culprit. I felt really horrible for acting on impulse.

The guy was already shivering with cold and I poured water on his head. I stifled a laughter. But unlike life, laughter was not what we could control. So I kept laughing silently. Then also, his face did not display any kind of expression.

When I knew it was getting out of control, I cleared my throat and delivered an apology to him. Yet, no change.

I sat down beside him, taking out a napkin from my bag, I started wiping the water from his face. If I didn't, this trip would end up a good guilt trip.

I kept wiping his collar. I didn't make an eye-contact because it was very awkward for me. A few seconds later, his hand came to my chin and he lifted my head up.

His brown eyes like a spell trapped in those spectacles, reflecting the world. I was fascinated by this enigmatic person. He was certainly not a normal guy. I felt this connection to him, I couldn't decipher. I felt comfortable.

I came to my senses so I blinked my eyes and cleared my throat. I did not look at his eyes again. Instead, my sole focus was on my moving past behind.

He lifted my chin up again and said, "Don't you ever lower your gaze for someone else, Princess. You're a princess. You're the heiress of your queendom. You shouldn't be afraid of anyone."

His words. Oh God. Again, his words, like those beautiful poetry wordings touched me like a nomad finding the oasis.

I was brought back to reality, when water poured down my forehead.

I looked at the guy, with baffled expressions. He winked at me and said, "But then karma is a bitch, isn't it?"