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MOTIHARI
Randhir removed his Gucci shades and looked around with attitude. He stepped down from the Bullock cart in full swag. Before he could step forward, he felt something slippery and fell hard hurting his bum.
His hands, legs and back, all were covered in wet mud. He had the eww expression on his face and looked longingly at his Gucci shades which were now lying in the mud all broken and dirty.
He heard some giggles from his front, looking up he found few kids watching his state and laughing their guts out. He glared at them but instead of getting scared they showed him their tongue and ran away as they saw him getting up.
He somehow managed to stand up and tried to dust off the mud but as it was wet, it spread more and made him cringe even more.
"Where the hell am I stuck. I hate you for this mom." He cursed.
He took out the small chit from his bag and looked for the house name written on it.
'Agarwal Niwas'
The roads were not actually roads they were muddy paths, the houses were not concrete, they were 'kachcha' and the kids were playing in the nasty mud without any care of their clothes.
He looked for a while and finally came across a big house, actually the biggest on the street. He entered the boundary and stopped in front of the huge door.
He expected some lady in a saree, with veil covering till her neck, to open the door but the one who opened it left him flabbergasted.
The opened door revealed to him the most beautiful and not to mention the hottest creation of God. The young girl in front of him was dressed in a white and pink check shirt, with a knot on her stomach paired with blue denim ripped shorts.
He had never expected a girl at this village even wearing a jeans so it was obvious to be petrified seeing one in shorts. Then his gaze fixed itself on her face. She had waist length chocolate brown hair, maybe she had highlighted it. Then she had a pair of long lashes, her eyes not visible as she was looking down at her phone, her cute little nose flared as she read something in the mobile and her perfect set of lips curved up making him swoon over her.
It seemed like an eternity when she finally realized that there was someone standing on the door, she looked up to find a super handsome boy standing there looking at her dreamily. He wore a red color polo T-shirt paired with beige chinos and white earphones dangling down his neck, he was definitely not one of the villagers. What caught her eyes were his eyes checking her out with undivided attention.
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