Dedicated to moubani16
"Bhaiya jaldi chalo!" I shouted at the auto driver for some nth time.
"Ho madam, mala jalad hi toh drive karat ahe!" Came his same, fucking relunctant reply.
(Translation- I am already driving fast madam.)
"Aap iss speed me jaenge na toh mai pakka apna cruise miss kar dungi aj. Aur agar maine cruise miss jar diya then I swear ek futi kauri nahi milega aapko!!!" I gritted near his ears. The quick replacement of my panick with the anger was visible and that worked all the miracles. The driver shot a quick glance behind and pressed the accelerator, making his auto totally fly over the bustling Mumbai streets.
Why ship? Why Mumbai? You must be thinking about it right?? Well, the answer is simple and its like- I had to fly all the way from Delhi back to Bombay becoz Delhi had got no dock and hence, we had got no provisions of boarding a cruise!
Why cruise? Now thats a funny question and trust me, the answer is way funnier than the question itself!
We were ACTUALLY boarding the cruise becoz we were going to have a sea transport to Greece......just imagine!!!
Amaya was a colourful woman by default. Her family members were even more colourful than her! Satrangi be the correct word for all of them!! At first they planned for a lavish wedding in their hometown. But it didn't seem enough. Hence, they next planned for a destination wedding. Now that wasn't enough for them too and they got to book a cruise for travelling to Europe. The journey was gonna be a 8nights- 9days long one but it didn't matter to them at all.... Just like my disapproval didn't matter to Amaya!
You can now ask that why I was still accompanying Amaya to Greece when I had so many problems with her. Well readers, have you heard about the term 'brain-wash'? Thats exactly what had been done to me. That richy rich kid, Amaya Malik, couldn't give me a valid reason till the last date but made sure that her honey coated emotional blackmails influenced me to the extent that I was being dragged to the Mumbai International Cruise Terminal!
So finally here I was, clasping my baby with one hand and holding my luggages with the other, running and huffing across the dock, my eyes searching for the evil soul (read-Amaya) who looked more panic stricken than excited and started waving at me frantically when our gazes collided along.
"Phew! I thought you won't turn up!!" She chucked as she pulled me to the deck of a massive, three tire luxury cruise.
"Stupid traffic to be blamed." I replied smiling. Deep inside, I cursed the stupid auto driver too.
"You scared me to shits you know!" She exhaled a deep breath while her eyes wandered at my feet where my baby had already settled, busy examining the wooden floor and its slits. "Hello baby... waaaaassup?" She stooped down to pick up Coco in her arms.
"Amy maasi!" Coco squealed joyously. She did remember Amaya, but not her multiplication tables.
Great. Simply great!
"Yessss.. your Amy massi is here. And now this maasi-Coco duo would rock the voyage, okay?" She danced her brows and my baby giggled to that as if she had got the greatest mission to accomplish.
I still wandered how she found Amaya so comfortable when her mommy was avoiding her like plague!
"You can rock the voyage later, but for now lets settle in our room atleast... whats say Amaya?" I asked in a composed tone and Amaya nodded to it innocently.
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