Arhi FF: Labyrinth - Thread 2 Link posted - Page 13

Awesome updt . The bonding of the relationships are very nicely defined. Waiting for nxt updt. Happy Navaratri and Diwali

nice update..interesting..😊

Precap: A long night! (Will be written in multiple parts)

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Chapter 6: Stuck

[Precap posted above]

The tears having already descended on Vishwa, my eyes were clear. Though his face was occupied with foreseeable interest over what had ensued only a few feet away from him, I recognized an implicit agreement in his gaze that we won't speak of it then.

Turning around, I caught Vishwa disappear through the restaurant lobby with an airy step.

I tried to picture the last few minutes from the cousin's view: she greets him with welcome, but with some doubt dawning on her, she runs to his uncle. Only, the uncle is not as old as he should be and still in his prime, the two hug each other even as they exchange a whisper of responses, his uncle laughs, his wonder showing through for the cousin to see. When they pull apart, she is smiling too. Another joke, perhaps? Now could it be that they were only finishing up the last of their conversations from dinner? Or is there more to it?

In vain, I attempted to peek into the judgments he must have formed in his head, but his face belied all of it when he smiled just as I was approached him adopting an air of indifference. Well, it was the only defense that came easy to me against men who firsthand witnessed my exposing moments.

Rest assured, we were both aware that we were being set-up for that evening; his lips had twisted with the same embarrassment, I was certain that lingered on mine. A light tingling came over my spine and I steadied my breath feeling that lost juvenile thrill I had yearned all my life. "Oh! lord," my stomach was a sea at churn and I feared I would keel over from the sickness that mounted by upper body. "Control!" I chided myself in tantamount to that inane indulgence and walked to him.

Once I was by his side, I stopped and looked up at him and began to scout the vicinity for our drive. He followed my gaze and appeared clueless.

"So where is your car? Have you parked it elsewhere?" I asked making up to be doubly disinterested for the nervousness that hammered against my fingers.

He made a face. "Now who said anything about a car?"

"Well, don't you need something that runs on tires, axles and petrol and a seat and everything to drop me off at home?" I went for sarcasm, when I had least intentions to favor them, but I couldn't help the wisecrack when I was shook-up from the thought that he was perhaps one of those men, who believed that two wheels (a bike) moved his soul, instead of four.

"Or electricity, a stack of compartments and a train ticket?" He retorted shaking his head like it was the only obvious option.

"Oh!" I wondered if this was another of the cousin-cousin schemes to have me spend longer than a 40 minute drive with him, for I was a long way from home. "I have never taken the train by myself," I added, my eyes mildly startled at that realization and I wondered if I should be endlessly ashamed to be living in Mumbai and not being familiar with its trains that were as legendary and maddening as the city as itself.

"Wait!" he reacted, his one brow arching as the bow he'd wielded in the morning, "So you don't know the train that we are supposed to take to your place?"

From his shock, I gathered that our impending trip home might not have been planned in great detail as I had assumed it to be.

"Of course, not" I shook my head like there had to be some pride in that denial.

"Damn!" Placing a hand over the side of his face, he fished out his cellphone and punched the numbers in a frenzy, as if he was not a man who took to surprises well. "Let me find out the directions. Where do you stay again?"

I must be worried, I reminded myself after giving him my address, for it appeared he was no less a stranger to the train system than I was. But it would be an adventure, I found myself saying as I watched him discuss train routes with someone he addressed as Yuvi bhaiya, as I stood keenly taking in his gesticulation to orient himself to the direction we would take to the train station, the gleam that returned to his eyes at the mention of familiar train stops and roads.

Oddly, I didn't want to take lead that night. It seemed uncharacteristic of me that I hadn't insisted on taking the cab and paying for it myself. At that discerning, I was confused if this was a contrived ploy or an indication of the finances he had at his disposal - such penury that he couldn't afford a cab to drop the daughter of Shashi Draupad? It escaped me how he could be the cousin of Vishwa, who floated in unworldly riches that could nearly be mistaken to be illegal by some bourgeois men and women.

When he was done with the call, he gave out a dramatic sigh. "Apparently we are on the other side of the city from where you live."

Pocketing his phone, he met my eyes; a jesting smile at his lips. "Looks like we are struck for the next few hours or so," he said with a hint of mischief in his tone.

And my stomach churned faster, if that ever was possible.

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this one for u...I just loved this song...😊
PS: Loved ur update...awesome..😊

So what exactly did the nephew think of that hug? He did not really show any reaction to her did he? It looks like she is accepting being set up and moving on already. However mythical Vishwas appear, the nephew sounds more down to earth. He is the opposite of her in the sense where she likes her luxuries and riches, he is a public transportation kind of guy not afraid to show he has no clue on the route to get her home. Getting stuck for a couple of hours? They will surely be fighting given the way their first meeting went.

wonder what he did thought about them