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Chapter#6

Chapter#1 - Great Escapes

Of all the escape stories ever written, the greatest escape story is we escaping ourselves. Khushi has escaped into the entertainment of watching the escapes of the various people in the bus. The short burst of rain has increased the humidity to an unbearable level and inside the jam packed bus every one is swaying to the rhythmic dance as the bus manoeuvres itself though the pot holes.

Over the years, Khushi has perfected the art of escaping herself. The talent had been discovered when her parents died, had been practised over her Bua ji's taunts and had been perfected over the sham marriage with her husband.

Today Khushi has decided to escape the heat and the humidity by imagining what the other people on this bus are escaping into. She looks at the woman on her right, and imagines her kitchen and the food she plans to make with the ingredients left at home. The man on the seat in front of her has become a government employee, imagining the excuse he will give the Director today, for not submitting the report.

The sole thing she has carried with herself, the statue of Devi Maiyya, nestles deeper into her lap. She attracts curious glances by the boarders of the bus, with her pale face, over large eyes, shallow breathing and the statuette of Devi Maiyya. Khushi, however, is too busy absorbed in the world she has created.

The bus stops with a sudden lurch, and Khushi is unceremoniously shaken out of the world she has created. "Arre kisi bevakoof ne bus miss karli, yahan tak bhagte aaya hai" (Some idiot missed the bus and just chased the bus to here)shouted the man on the seat near the driver's. The rest of the bus has collected its scattered wits and waits for the new arrival to enter the bus.

Khushi closes her eyes. A sinisterly familiar voice suddenly enters the bus. "A ticket to Lucknow please" the voice says. Khushi opens her eyes and stares ahead. All ploys of escaping empty her head, and a sudden bout of rage ... rage in its purest form enter her. She stands up, as he looks back at her with something of a smirk.

She pushes her way through the crowd, the statue of Devi Maiyya forgotten on her seat. The entire bus stops and stares as Khushi pushes her way straight to the new arrival of the bus.

Then, her shallow breathing suddenly audible, her deadpan eyes flashing with the pent up rage of so many days, she raises her hand and lands a mighty slap on Arnav Singh Raizada's cheek.

omg!!dis is d first time ever dat i m d 1st person to like /comment on a story!!😃 **smiling like an idiot**be still ye faint heart o'mine! 😊

Tera peecha na main chodunga soniye ... bhejde chahe jail mein ...

What an interesting start! Waiting to read more.

Amazing Concept !!! Loved it ...
Really Excited to read it ..

Great talks about escaping by Khushi ...
Ah ! Arnav runs to catch the bus in which Khushi is !!
And she slapped him .. Ouch !! That too in public ... I bet H wouldnt have in the least expected a slap !! But KKG can do anything , cant she ??

Looking Forward to the next Chapter !!
Update Soon ..

Thanks for the PM ..

intrstng

gr8 start. .loved it totally. . i think ur ss name is same wit the one if lazyleaves. . just make sure readers dont get confused. .

Dhamakedaar start Vee !!!! Loved the Zor ka chata Jo Zor se laga to Arnav :) Love the concept !!!

Go for it Vee. Hopefully I will be around to give you moral support. I had to give you that warning because 12th is a pain.