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Knock knock.
He sighed, ignoring the shrill mix of skin meeting old flanked wood.
Knock knock.
Dragging his remaining sock off his foot, he painted a look of annoyance on his face as he unlatched his door and swung it open.
"What do you-"
It was none other than her.
She smiled warmly, as his gaze travelled from her face to her bouncing curls around her face.
"Hi. I'm Geet. I live-"
"Number 28, two doors down."
Her eyebrows conformed into a frown, and he struggled to recover.
"I mean, I... I keep an eye out on the apartment block in general. As a friendly face."
She had a polite expression on her face, but one that calmly stated that she hadn't believed a word of what he had said.
"Right," there went the dimpled smile again. She suddenly turned to her left, indicating towards her apartment. "I needed your help. I seem to have had a leakage and I have no idea what to do."
He nodded assuringly, leaving his door slightly ajar behind him as she led the way to door number 28. "I guess travelling the world for 6 months leaves you with a tantalising palate on your tongue, but very little knowledge of house maintainance, or money for emergencies."
He could only smile to himself, following her steps as she walked into the house and directed him to the source of her worries.
It seemed she was as elusive as the hidden night yet as open as an abandoned book, dying to be read...
To be continued.
Seher Hone Ko Hai
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