Señorita[On Hold]

Euphoria.

Life becomes easier when you learn to accept the apology you never got.
~ R. Brault

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It wasn't everyday that Samanvitha decides to go against her parent's word.

Samanvitha in fact did go to Lucifer's race without informing her parents or anyone else for that matter. It wasn't that she didn't ask her parents, she did. But her parents weren't very fond of her going to a 'Bike race' and definitely not alone in the first place.

So, Samanvitha did the only thing that she thought was feasible. She lied to them and went to the race in a burqa on rent from Hafeez, maybe it was her first step of self love.
The moments in the race felt like a breeze of fresh air, she always wanted to learn driving a bike but was never allowed to and something about bikes has always fascinated her imagination.

It was probably one of the many first times that she strived for her choice. Her freedom, the reason for going to the race wasn't just because she had a free pass or because she was fascinated with bike races; but because she wanted to experience that wild hail of freedom.

Coming to the race she could feel loud moments of euphoria. Watching the dust rise in the track after the beginning of the race, the excitement of the crowd, the jumps and stunts of the racers – everything about the race excited her to no bounds. Although she didn't quite understand of few technical things but knowing one of the participant; not any racer but the winner personally, made the experience all the more spectacular.

Euphoric was the word she would use to describe the experience, she could never stop thanking Lucifer for this opportunity he gave but none though Samanvitha zoned in to the purpose of coming here; Aaradhna.

"You can remove that, Senorita." Samanvitha couldn't do much about the Senorita part because the belief of not upsetting your driver is quite strongly fitted in her head as once she almost got stitches in her head in the matter of choosing the wrong colour dress for Renuka, so she managed to follow up the first part by freeing her strangled neck of the black scarf and letting her brown hair dance with the wind.

"Are you her biological father?"

"Is that what you assume?" Lucifer shouted through his helmet as the wind wasn't letting any civilized conversations.

"Na-Whoa! Speed less Brandy!" Samanvitha screamed in terror clutching the sides of her seat tightly, while Lucifer simply shouted 'hold me tightly' taking a sharp turn making her mutter curses, which of course was a surprise to her own self. Because Samanvitha Murthy never curses; it's a sin in her theory of life.

She watched the trees flying by, the road turning into a black pitch from the initial grey, her hair hitting the face like electrifying wires, the wind making her almost bring hot tears and finally turning up the sky was in a seditious mixture of pink, blue and white like a continuous boomerang shoot. The road felt completely alien and definitely it wasn't a surprise for her because she didn't knew half the places of Hyderabad; all she knew was the way from her home to work and back.

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere, Senorita."

Samanvitha closed her eyes in annoyance, this Senorita thing is getting quite repressive right now. Not letting him spoil her mood she simply enjoyed the first adventure against her parents, it was the first decision of her life which she has taken for herself breaking the rules.

"We are at Kukatpally. Can you please put on the veil?" Lucifer said stopping his bike at an alleyway beside the famous Kalamandir clothing store, it was almost twelve in the night and very few people were out at the place.

Samanvitha watched the empty alley in suspicion while getting down from the bike and for the first time in the night she doubted her decision. Is it safe being with Lucifer? All he might turn out to be is a Rapist or a wanted runaway groom!

"Why are we here?" Samanvitha asked slowly suddenly all her confidence radiating off, because now if she lands in trouble it will be a disgrace to her family and she could never see into the eyes of her mother and most importantly father.

"Work. Put on the veil."

"Show me your Identity proof." Samanvitha asked pulling the key from the ignition, because that was only the left weapon for defense at right now.

"Wait here by the ice cream parlour." Lucifer commanded giving his driving license to Samanvitha and staring at the black cloth in her hand; pleading her furiously to put on the veil.

"Do you have a gun?"

There was no reaction on Lucifer's face which gave her a loud mental applause that finally she had even made a stranger witness her Guinness record talent of making a fool out of herself with the most simplest thing; It was a busy city and nothing would happen to her here as she even saw a CCTV dangling by the metro staircase but still she asked for a gun protection. No doubt Lucifer would assume her a complete nuts case or a paranoid alien, but being a girl security is primary responsibility moreover when you are breaking rules.

It's been forty five minutes but there was no trace of Lucifer Kendal Brandt. Yeah, his middle name is Kendal which she came to know after seeing the Driving License, the name sounded familiar but Samanvitha couldn't remember where she read about it.

Watching the empty alleyway helplessly she scooped her last morsel of ice cream, this was her fifth one and it was a wonder that she still didn't panic or run to the nearest police station to file a missing report, only because she didn't knew what to name her relation with Lucifer to the police; obviously a stranger wouldn't work.

"Can I get some ice?"

Samanvitha turned around recognizing his voice, as she saw Lucifer walking towards her table with his left side of the face painted in blood. Panic raised in her bile watching the blood as she was now more confused that she didn't notice the other door sitting for the past one hour in the place.

"Are you that serial killer?"  

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Hey folks!

How are you doing?

How are you enjoying the Corona vacation.

Do stay safe and healthy.

A quick question-

What never questions but gets answered?

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Love
Sana and Sanjana♥️