Tales of FATE

Part 4

That one and the half an hour journey with the girl whom he met in the airport while ago. Her face reminded him of someone which he couldn't take the name of. Her attitude, Particularly her facial expression. Even though shivaay didn't want to have a conversation with her, His heart didn't let him do so. 

"You're gifting your leftover chocolates to your mom?" - Shivaay guessed it when she wrote an iron lady in her message. 

"How did you know I am gifting this to my mom?" - That girl asked her in return. Shivaay was happy to start a conversation with her.

"Well, You mentioned iron lady..." - Shivaay said in return. She raised her eyebrow for peeping, But shivaay managed with a wide smiled which provoke the smile in her face. 

"Yes, For my mom... Valentines day is not only for couples..." - She said with a wide smile. 

"You're right, If you're gifting this, What your father is gifting to your mom?" - Shivaay asked her.

"I don't have a father, My mom is a single mom. She raised me alone..." - That girl replied casually there was no sort of emotions in her face while sharing that to him. But shivaay couldn't speak further. 

"Don't regret for asking this, I am used to these type of questions in these 13 years, But, Must say, We are enjoying our life, We are enough for each other and most importantly, My mom is the best..." - She said in a cherishing tone. Shivaay smiled. 

"Why did you think I regret for asking this question to you?"- Shivaay asked. 

"Because People usually imagine me as poor and helpless child and the reality is quite opposite, My mom is a maths professor in IIT Bombay, Own an individual 3 bedroom apartment in Anderi and I am studying in the one of the best schools in Bombay. Financially we are sorted..." - She said with a smile. 

"Yeah, I can see... Travelling alone from Hyderabad to Mumbai..." - Shivaay double crossed her. 

"Actually mom went to conference in London, She left me in my Nannu's house in Hyderabad, And she didn't return yet, but I got a call from my coach asking me to come as soon as possible... That's why..." - She said. 

"As you finally said your family history, Please say your name also..." - Shivaay again double crossed her. 

"Sarah Abdulla..." - She said and shown her ticket to him in order prove she wasn't lying. Shivaay chuckled. 

"Pretty name... Like you..." - Shivaay said to her, She chuckled. 

"And tell me about yourself..." - Sara asked him in return. And turn around to him. 

"Well, I am shivaay, From Mumbai and Yeah Travelling in the flight from Hyderabad to Mumbai..." - He said, Sara looked at him sharply like chopping him off with her look. He understood and decided to open up. 

"I have came here for my wife and a daughter..." - He started with a smile and told her how they got separated and how he come to know about his daughter after 14 long years. Hearing him, Sara realized his yearning for his family.

"How old is your daughter?" - Sarah asked him. 

"13..." - He said in a low tone. 

"My age..." - Sara exclaimed. 

"Yeah, That  why I was very much keen in talking to you, Your eyes is exactly look like my wife..." - Shivaay said, She opened her purse mirror and checked her eyelids. 

"Half of the indian people have brown eyes, So fifty percentage of the population looking like your wife?" - Sara asked him. 

"It's the color of the dark chocolate You're eating... Attractive, No words to explain that feeling..." - He said with a slight smile.