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Chapter 2.
"Sanyu" a familiar voice echoed the whole airport. Still , not knowing who's it? I was panicked. Was it my mom? No, that doesn't sound like her, it was still sweet voice. I had to guess, I'm so dumbstruck. "Brain think, think! " I snapped myself.
"Are you ok?" That guy asked, still I ignored him. He made a lifeless expression.
"Sanyu, still you are ignoring me? " Shouted the voice, I'd be fully embarrassed, escaping the situation I took a 60 degree turn. "Kaustu" I shouted, it still echoed. Kaustu my friend, the one who could actually understand me. She was my only support system. I could call her at any minute. She wore the same shirt, which I wore. That wasn't a big deal, still she was prettier than me, I'm quiet jealous. The unknown boy staring at her, why is it bothering me?
"Sanyu! What the hell?" She snapped at me , and pushed with full of her muscular force.
"What?" I murmured.
"As, if you don't know" She gave me a tight hug.
I was still in a perplexed situation. "No, can you stop beating around the bush, come to the point na." I replied.
"I am so proud of you girl! You finally did it, ran away! That's what I'm talking about" she screamed.
"Oh, that yeah well.. " I whispered.
"Where's the thanks? " said she innocently.
"Yeah, right there you go thanks baba. " I gave her a tight hug.
"I'm late I got to go. " I cried.
"Then go, take care, call me, whatsapp me, facebook me, do whatever you want, but just do one thing, don't forget me" she pleaded.
"Shut up! Bye. " I bid her a adieu.
"Wait." Kaustu's voice again interrupting.
"What? " I said in a lethargic tone.
"Isn't he that guy, what was his name. Oh yeah, Randhir singh shekhawat, Assistant photographer of Vardhan Suryavanshi. " She said.
"Thank god, I was trying to recall I love you dear. " and I ran away, and vanished till the wave was visible.
So, he was Randhir. I can't believe I'm standing in front of him, but still I'm better than him. I have far better photographic skills, but he disturbs me by his seductive looks. I wish I could charm him, but I'm not that type, I guess. All attractive boys are taken, that's my policy.
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At the flight, the cooling ester smell was on my nerves. This smell, this guy , and my photography are just like leeches they are totally sucking my blood. God, I need a litre of blood every minute, can I afford that? I took my seat and what else a shock, a surreal shock, Randhir besides me.
"Hi" He said.
"Well, Hi." I replied.
"Why do you follow me?" he asked in an annoying tone.
"What? I don't, either you're sick or you're drunk. " I yelled, each and every passenger on board were listening to our conversations I made an poker face. He was gawking like an moron.
"Look, I am going to kenya to pursue my dreams, so no misconceptions. Make that clear, note it. " I took my pocket diary and tore a page and gave it to him.
"What? Whatever. I don't care, go wherever you want. " He said smirking.
"Dreams. " I whispered.
"Stop whispering, it make you damn hot!" He answered.
"Hot? Stop gawking, you baffle me everytime." I shouted.
"Ya, whatever. " He replied in a accurate volume.
I hit myself hard with my palm . Another problem, in my life. I had so much to handle and this guy. Are you planning a full case murder on me God? I repeatedly asked him in my inner voice. I so hate myself. But, No I'm not gonna give up. Each and every person is so pissed off. Randhir was listening to some what new English song, I can watch it in his lapotop. I thought to take a nap, suddenly I got a friend request in my facebook. "Randhir Singh Shekhawat!" What.
P.S. I know this is truly boring and bad. 😕 Least expectancy.
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