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This story is incomplete and on hold indefinitely.
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My fan fiction starts 2-3 days after Zoya gets engaged to Arshad at the hospital.
My series is called Second Chance. I plan to write it in 4 Volumes
1. Squandered
2. Vindicated
3. Redeemed
4. Ch...
He fervently let out a spate of sorrys. They also heard other vehicles all around them screeching to a halt abruptly. The signal was still green but the Traffic Constable manning the crossroad-junction had on sudden whim signaled their lane to stop.
There were other Police Officers and constables also at the junction. Noor hoped all was okay. One police constable narrowed his eyes at them, and then his face lit up. He broke away from his group, came over and he tapped Appi's window. Appi lowered the window looking mighty worried.
Cop: Namaste! Pehchaana aapne? Kaisin hain aap?
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Appi: Haan! Haan! (Reading his name tag) Havaldaar Suresh Pavaarji! Hum thik hain. Shukriya. Aur Aaap?
Cop: Mein bhi thik. DCP Singh kaise hain?
Appi: Bahut dinon se mile nahin par... thik hi honge...
Cop: Aapke shauhar ne bhi yahi kahaa.
Then he looked at each of them and "Hello! Hello! Hello!"
Cop: Kal aapke shauhar mile. Aaaj aap. Unke saath bade achche log the. Unke videshi dost... Unkaa shehar bataaya thaa... Bhul gayaa... Haan! Paris. Unhone poore traffic ka badiyaa photu nikaala. Usse se pehle hamaara selfie bhi liyaa... Aur phir mujhe whatsapp bhi kiyaa... Badi dikaaat hui... Par haar nahin maani... Unhone aakhir mein share kar hi daala... Aapke shauhar ke phone se... Yeh sab kaun hai!
Appi: (replied without thinking) Humaari behen! Humaare Devar aur...
Noor: (adept and used to lying) Unke dost?!?
The shocked reinstated devar forgot to scowl at his new forced dost and the alarmed relegated dost returned him a confused pained look.
Luckily they were blocking the road so the cop had to let them go but not without a valuable informative parting shot...
Cop: Waise humne aapke shauhar ko bataa diyaa hai... Aapko bhi batate hai... Aap jahaan raaat ko ice-cream khaate the... Woh ab khaas raat ko No-Hawkers-Zone hai. Toh ab raat ke baaraah baje ke baad icecream khaani ho toh... Gandhinagar junction pe jaana hoga... Aap ko MGRoad pata hai, fir woh TilakRoad ka turn, uske baad PatelRoad aur LBSMarg ke chotewale junction se right... Aap samjhi! Kahaan.
Noor wondered why Senapati Bapat Marg and Veer Savarkar Marg were spared.
These freedom fighters and martyrs were the bane of her commute. She always mixed up the lot. Appi was no better. Noor meant no disrespect to any of them personally. Noor could rattle off their contributions to history in great detail. But without GPS Noor never knew which street they were on. They could as well have named the streets using the alphabets A to Z or 1 to 100. As far as Noor was concerned the names were no help.
Appi: Haan! Haan samajh gayen hum... Shukriya...
Noor: (secretly to herself) Chal Jhooti! You are worse than me.
Noor: (to the cop) Itna police bandobast kyun hain?
Cop: Kuch nahin. Routine hai. (then in stage whisper) Rave Party Raid ka palaanning... (one eyebrow raised) Informer ka call waiting... Fikar karun nakaa.
Cop: Aap niklo. Aap sabse milke achcha laga. (to Arjun) Sambhalke chalaeega. (to all) Happy Saturday Sunday! (back to Appi) Aaapke Shauhar aur doston ko mera hai bolna.
After they all recovered a few minutes later, everyone sneaked looks at Appi while she seemed to be lost in the zipping darkness outside her window. Noor did a convincing act of cuddling up to Appi while resting her sleepy head on Appi's shoulder and then whispered hiding in Appi's tresses.
Noor: Hai bol denge! But what was all that!
Appi just patted her to sleep. Noor remembered her resolve to keep off Appi's back so she did not press for an answer. But she was curious as hell about this Freedom Fighters sans Martyrs ice-cream junction.
