Fantasies of a Med-Girl

Chapter 4:" Sure, why not? call me!!",

TAIMOOR'S POV

"Bhai, stop by the dry cleaners place, and pick up the shirts I gave you to drop at the dry cleaners", I said.

"Okay Bhaiya, Ill be right back with your clothes", said the driver. The driver parked the car near the shop and left.

Thank God, the air-condition is ON, or else I would be melting in this heat of Karachi.

Its been only two days since I came back to Karachi after a long time.

Yes I have visited it before when I was probably four years old. I dont remember it clearly, but I do remember is that Karachi, back then used to have a lot of rains, but now its just boiling hot.

Hot like me of course, because this is my birth place.

I was born in Karachi and raised here for one year until my parents took me to Dallas, America.

Dallas is totally different from Karachi, I miss it sometimes. But because I was born here, I am really patriotic about my country, Pakistan.

Also because my parents are very patriotic. I even know how to speak, read and write Urdu.

I know I am weird but, when your parents are speaking fluent Urdu in front of you all the time, then you will by yourself know how to speak it.

Enough about language.

Actually, there is one thing on my mind, and even if I want to delete that scene, I cant.

I dont know why, but I cant.

Actually the thing is my whole life, I have never experienced something like that, which happened to me. I mean like who tries to harm someones car just because its owner was a little bit late!!!.

Stupid girl.

She was shouting on me. In my whole life no girl has ever shouted on me. Except for my mother and my little sister sometimes.

The thing is, I am still shocked. This never, like ever happened to me.

Every girl that I have ever met has not fallen for me but, at least they never yelled at me in front like a hundreds of people. Girls scold me or get upset with me, but politely.

But she was I think mentally retarded.

Who shouts on some random person in front of a thousand people just because he was late.

But maybe I think, I was the rude one to her.

No, No, what am I thinking, she was the one at fault.

But the weirdest part and the most embarrassing one, was that I kept on staring at her. Why was I staring at her? She was also staring at me, but I was the one to start.

Obviously she was staring because, you know I am too attractive. I am 23 year old, 5,11 height, hazel eyed, fair skin young man. That too with an American accent. Also a med-student.

Yes, I know my appearance is too shocking and also I am a medical student in 4th prof.

But you know there is one girl in this whole world, who yelled on this handsome guy.

Why?

Okay, that did not hurt my ego, if you are thinking that, maybe a little but come on she was the one at fault all the time.

The reason I started to stare her, is that she resembled to someone a lot. So I was just taken back when she came in front of me.

But she couldnt be that toddler I saw in a picture in mothers closet.