He stopped waving his arms around and put his hands out to me. I guess he was waiting for me to put my hand in his. I didn't know what to do. I mean, holding a guy's hand who I had just known for the past 3 hours or so. I decided to give in.
Slowly, I placed my hand in his. It was a nice feeling. I felt as if he was my support; he would help me through thick and thin and if the whole world turned down on me, he would be the one standing up for me. I wish I could tell him how I feel. I didn't want this moment to end. I didn't want it to end at all.
I finally got out of my seat. Immediately, he broke his hands away from mine. Sadness crept upon my face. I could see that he was watching me from the corner of his eye. He was smiling. I smiled and then he stopped. Aaargh, why did I do that?!?!
We were in Dubai Airport now. I was looking at the perfumes and chocolates. Maanvi loved chocolates and she loved YSL perfumes. Chachu bought her a whole collection. Even though our father had passed away, Chachu made sure that all our wishes were fulfilled. Maa never fulfilled our wishes. She would just sit in the corner of her room and weep. I didn't care about her anymore. Not after what they did to me.
"Pack this perfume and these chocolates please" said a voice that made me jump.
I looked around to see the guy who sat next to me in the aeroplane.
"What are you doing? You scared me." I said to him, giving him a 'don't do that ever again look'.
"Chill yaar. Not my fault you got scared. Just buying this perfume." He replied.
I glared at him and laughed. "You, are buying this perfume? A ladies perfume?"
He blushed, bright red, and didn't answer me.
Twenty minutes later, everyone was departing the Duty Free shop and was heading to the plane.
"Erm'.I need to go to the washroom." I said to him. He nodded his head as I walked past the large crowd.
After 5 minutes, I walked out of the washroom to see if he was there. He wasn't. Where was he? I searched the whole airport for him. I even went to the Duty Free shop. That was where I last left him. A smile crept upon my face, but when I realised he wasn't there, it faded. Tears started to form in my eyes. I was alone, in an unknown country. I didn't have anyone here. He had the tickets. All I remember was that we were travelling in Air India. I can't even remember my flight number. I decided to ask the receptionists.
"Hello. Erm'My ticket is with a friend and I don't know where he is. I'm not sure what my flight number is." I asked as my voice trembled.
"Ok. I'll just check it. Where are you heading?" she replied.
"London, Heathrow Airport." I answered.
"By Air India?" the lady questioned. I nodded my head in agreement.
"There are two total flights. One has already taken off, so I guess your one would be the other one. My colleague will lead you." She said as she smiled at me.
I followed the man. He led me through dark passages. Dragging my trolley, I tried to keep up with him. At last we reached the aeroplane. I thanked him for all his help and entered the plane.
"Ticket?" a voice asked me.
"Oh, you see'" I explained my story.
The air hostess looked at me awkwardly. She walked me through the aisles, trying to find me a seat. We finally found one. Just as I was about to sit down, a hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around. I was shocked!
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