Her heart was pounding as her legs stretched out beneath her. She slipped,landing on her arse.
"OUch!!",she cried and turned around.
Those guys were still chasing her. She had to run, run for her life, run for her freedom. She just wanted to get away from that curseful place.
"O God!",she touched her temple and found blood on her fingers. She couldn't figure out if it came from her head or her scratched hands. Both formed their own pain brigade.
The running steps were now closer. She panicked She didn't want to get caught by them. She got up quickly and started running.
It was around 2 at night so she couldn't see a single vehicle on the road. She turned around and saw them coming towards her.
Adrenaline rush or instinct, whatever you call it, she ran with the enire enegry she had. She prayed to god to help her, to let her get away from here, she hated them, she hated all these people here. Why did she come back here, she thought!
Just then she was blinded by the head lights of a jeep.
"STOP! Please STOP!", she screamed, waving her hands, standing in the middle of the road.
The jeep stopped. A young guy was driving it and there was a group of youngsters sitting inside.
"Please can you drop me at the railway station?",she asked.
The guy was at first taken aback seeing a girl in such condition, blood on her temple, her face clad in sweat, her clothes torn along her shoulders.
This girl seriously needed help, both physically and mentally, he thought.
"Hop in!", he said.
She quickly strode towards the jeep. Seeing those younsters stare at her made her feel awkward but the guy who was driving asked her to sit next to him sending the girl along with him to the passenger seat.
It had been about 10 minutes since she was in the jeep and she didn't say a word. That was pretty unlike of her because she loved talking, speaking, sharing her thoughts. But this time, she embraced silence.
"Hey! Umm.. I am Rohan",the guy who was driving said with a smile.
She looked at him and nodded.
"And you?",Rohan asked.
"Khushi",she said in a low tone.
Rohan could sense that there was seriously something wrong with her, probably she was in a deep trouble. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. So He didn't say or ask anything further.
The next 20 minutes were filled with gossip and laughter of the group of youngsters in the back. One of them offered Khushi a scarf to cover her shoulder. She gladly accepted. The other cleaned her wound on the temple with a handkerchief.
Rohan noticed Khushi looking behind the jeep through the rear-view mirror constantly.
"No one is following us. Don't worry",Rohan said calmly.
Khushi turned to look at him at once. He gave a warm smile. She had an instant liking towards him. She felt he was nice. She returned his smile.
After about half an hour, they reached the Lucknow Railway Station.
Khushi heaved a huge sigh of relief. Rohan got off his seat and helped Khushi do the same. He asked if she needed any more help, but Khushi refused. She thanked all of them and turned to leave. Rohan offered to stay with her till her train comes but she blatantly refused and ran inside.
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"Oh madam! Excuse me?"
"Who is this girl?"
"Is she dead?"
"No, she is breathing"
"Hellooo!"
Khushi gently opened her eyes. She was frustrated at being woken up. After a night full of adventure, she needed some rest. She yawned, but as she came back to her senses, she saw a couple of people staring at her. Where the hell am I?,she thought. Then she realised that she had got into a random train last night.
"Hello madam! We need to get out! Can you sleep somewhere else. Leave the door atleast!", a man shouted at her.
"Oh! Sorry! I didn't know you were so fat and needed so much space to pass through the door",Khushi retorted and got up.
She got off the train. She had no clue where she was. But she felt good. She felt safe. She breathed in the air inside her. She wanted to forget everything. She wanted to start life afresh. She looked around.
"New Delhi Ralway Station",she read the board.
"Hmm... So I am in Delhi"
Khushi felt good. Finally she got away from that curseful place. She was surprised to see every pair of eyes staring at her and then she realised why.
"I need some new clothes before anything else. But how do I but them without any money?",Khushi said sadly and sat down on the bench. She took the scarf and wrapped herself properly so that no one could see her torn clothes. Just then a guy sat beside her,their shoulders almost touching. Khushi furiously shot a look at him and motioned him to sit apart. The guy gave her a wry smile and obeyed.
"umm.. so where are you from?",he asked.
But Khushi chose to be silent.
"A lonely girl sitting alone at 3:30 in the night. Do you need some help?",he asked in a husky voice.
Khushi was fuming. She gave his a fierce look and his smile vanished.
"I can take you to my home. You can spend the night with me... as in... in my house",he said placing a hand on her shoulder.
Khushi brushed his hands away and stood up furiously.
"Did I ask for any help? Go mind you own business!",she shouted and turned to leave but the guy pulled her back by her wrist.
"How dare you! Leave my hand otherwise I will slap you hard!",she screamed.
"You will slap me? Please do that. Atleast I can feel the warmness of your touch",he said and lend his cheek to her,closing his eyes.
Khushi took off her chappals in an instant and with all her might threw it on the guy's face.
"So did you like the touch of my chappal as well?",she asked. The guy was taken aback. He placed his hands on his reddened cheeks as he saw Khushi walk away.
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Khushi was standing outside the railway station, clueless of what to do now. Just then a biker came and stopped in front of her.
"Hmm... Hope in",he said quickly.
"Excuse me?",Khushi asked, taken aback.
"Quick! I don't have much time."
"Sorry??"
"Gosh! I am going to give you the money sweat heart. Sit down quick",he said.
Khushi looked around in confusion and understood what was going on.
"Umm.. I am not a .. umm.. a call girl",she attempted to say.
"Talks can be done later. Sit down na baby",he said.
Khushi was a bit scared. She chose to remain silent and walk away. But the biker was following her.
Khushi started running as fast as her legs took her. She saw a man walking not too far away. She called him a couple of times but he seemed deaf as he didn't look back.
As she neared him,he finally turned around and she jumped into his arms. The guy seemed surprised but she decided she'll explain it to him later. From the side of her eye, she saw the biker taking a U-turn and leaving and breathed a huge sigh of relief. SHe finally broke the contact between her and the guy.
"Who the hell are you?",he asked.
Khushi was taken aback.
"HI! I am not hell! I am Khushi..Khushi Gupta and you?",she said, smiling and extended her hand.
The guy seem visibly surprised. But he quickly turned around and started to walk away.
"Hey excuse me?",she ran to match up with his foot steps.
The guy ignored her and continued to walk. Khushi was irritated. She was trying to be so nice to him and he was ignoring her.
"You didn't tell me your name",she said with a smile.
The guy stopped.
"What is your problem? Why should I tell you my name? Can you leave me alone!",he said, frustrated.
Khushi's smile vanished. She wondered why she was even talking to him. But then she was all alone in this city and she felt this guy was nice. There was something in him. She felt secure with him. She looked straight into his eyes. She had never seen such deep meaningful eyes. They conveyed so much. She saw so much pain in them, so much anger. She wanted to befriend him as she felt that he was a nice man, a little grumpy though...
"Look! I just asked your name! What is there to be so angry about?,she finally asked.
She saw the guy let out a frustrated sigh.
"Arnav... My name is Arnav",he said.
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So the inspiration from Jab We Met ends right here.. So pls don't accuse me of copying it.. :) The actual story will start from the next part :)
How was it? I hope you liked it... I was actually not going to continue this FF coz I guess not many liked it but then I got some PMs requesting to update so this is for them 😊
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