Rikara FS~ Mysterious Love Letters ✔

Shot 8💕 {Part A}

"Gauri, I don't understand. Why the hell do you think it is me who stole your scooty?"

"Because Saumya, you are the only one who loves to see me in pain." Gauri said with the phone on her ears.

"Good point." Saumya replied, "but still I didn't steal it. Jeez, I don't even know your favorite book."

"You don't know?" Gauri said after she nearly crashed with three people while rushing through the lanes with full speed, "I think I've told you about that multiple times."

"I still don't remember. I just know it was a story about some Hazel and her August."

"Not August! Augustus!" Gauri shrieked on her phone, as she started counting the shops as she walked along." His name is Augustus!"

"Whatever Gauri..." Saumya replied, "but the truth is I didn't steal your scooty. And really, I need to go now. Bye."

"I hate you Saumya"

"I love you too." Saumya said with a giggle as she disconnected the call.

Gauri stood in front of the seventh shop of ninth lane, the Visionary Bookstore, panting furiously. The shop was still opened, and there was a great hustle and bustle inside. She looked at here and there. Still no sight of scooty. Not knowing what she was supposed to do next, she pushed open the door and entered in.

A woman in forties casted a look in her direction as she came in. She had occupied the table of the reception, noting something in a small notebook from the bills over the table.

"Can I help you?" The woman spoke, as her hands still continued the work she was doing.

"Yes, I.." her voice faltered. How was she supposed to tell her that she came to her shop looking for her two wheeler. She lowered her gaze while biting her lips, thinking what to do.

The code word.

"Can I get a copy of The Fault In Our Stars?" She said in a single breath.

The pen dropped from her hands as the woman looked up towards her. She squinted while fidgeting with her spectacles, as if to look her clearly. "Miss Gauri Kumari Sharma?"

"Wh-what?"

"Are you Miss Gauri Kumari Sharma?" The woman repeated, as smile adorning on her lips.

"Ye-yes, I am." She stammered due to confusion.

The woman's smile widened over her reply, as she looked down to open the drawer of her table. Pulling out a book, she handed it over to her.

"There you go." She said, "it's yours."

Gauri frowned at her words, as she pulled out her handbag to pay for book.

"Don't bother about money." The woman said at once, observing her actions, "I've been paid."

Gauri narrowed her eyes, "But I didn't-"

"You didn't." The woman interrupted her, "but someone else did it for you."

Her eyebrows rose at her reply."Who?" She asked, "Who paid for me."

"I am sorry." The woman said tilting her head, 'I can't tell you that."

Gauri frowned even more, and moved her eyes towards the book. Suddenly, she spotted a paper folde, like a book mark, between the pages of the book. Knowing what it can be, she pulled it out and unfolded it.