Sun rose halfway as some rays kissed Aditya's cheeks to wake him up. He deliberately didn't close the window before sleeping. Today he woke up at 9:00 AM instead of his usual time after 12:00 PM and started to get ready. He has a flight scheduled at 11:00 AM, so he should reach to the airport one hour early. He directly went to the bathroom. He is living alone, so no one was there to care if he had his breakfast or not. He mostly eats something at the airport before the flight.
He got out of the bathroom wearing an only towel, water still dripping from his wet hair. He had a perfect body like some god. One water drop sliding from his neck to his back made him hissed. He tried to touch his back, scars still visible. They didn't look recent moreover faded, It looked like he was still healing. The scars reminded him of his past and it was not the right time to dig up past.
He instantly wore his shirt and other clothes, taking his jacket in his hands. He left his room and his apartment. He went to parking being blank. No thoughts in his mind. His routine usually includes the same, he does not like changes in his life.
He walked towards the car, jacket in his hands, wearing cool shades which were there to hide all that mysteries. In the whole apartment, no one knew who he was. They just knew that he was a single pilot and it was enough for girls to go gaga over him. All young girls from apartment actually wait for him to show up and get one glance. No one saw any relatives of his. People usually thought that he is imposter or killer or anything bad as he never smiled to anyone or tried to talk. He was not like that always, but past made him like that. Still, he chose to live for his brother and his mother.
He was about to open his car door, suddenly a ball flew to him and hit him hard on the head. Generally, things don't make him angry and he knew that this is kids playing time. He was also in hurry. So bent down to pick up the ball suddenly another person tried to pick it up and she managed. He looked at her, but her face was all covered with her golden brown curls falling on face.
Zoya - "Sorry. Ye humari ball hai. Thank you."
With that she picked up the ball and turn, flowing her hairs on his face. He never felt something that smooth and smelling like heaven before. She wore whole white Indian dress looking like an angel. She ran towards kids who were playing cricket. Her duppata flew with the wind. Her earings reflected sunlight directly to him making him blind. He could hear the voice of her anklets, bangles, just like music.
He could only hear her voice and laugh as she played and jumped with that little kids, forgetting about her white dress. She didn't care much about it. Her source of happiness were those kids. He stood there without blinking his eyes, not taking away from her thinking how someone can be this much beautiful even though he didn't even see her face. He came back to reality as his phone rang. Without looking away and staring at her, he received a call.
Aditya - "Yes sir, I'm coming in 10 mins. Sorry, stuck in traffic." Looking at the time in his watch, he sat in the car and started driving, still didn't forget to glance at her in hope to see her face. But today was not a good day for it. This mysterious girl took over his mind or should we say his heart.
The whole day he thought that he never heard of this girl or never saw her around. Who was she and why she affected him that much? He flew with confidence even though his mind was taken over by some stranger in white. He was thoroughly professional. This was 2-day flight so he will come back after 4 days. Thinking this, he diverted his mind to his work.
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