When Paths cross...[Completed]

Someone asked me to write a sappy romance long time ago. For you, miss you know who you are.

Index

Chapter One - Scroll Down

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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Chapter One

"School your features to something more bearable sweetheart. You positively look like you swallowed a lizard"

Talk about being double-grossed out.

"I have no clue why I am doing this" Geet muttered touching her neatly done hair and wincing. If there was something she didn't like, it was putting a comb in her bird's nest that was her hair. She had messy curls, and though they weren't actually elegant and looked like the one from old center fresh ad, she liked them the way they are.

As she caught her reflection on the glass walls of the elevator, she cringed again.

Decked up entirely, with straight hair, long earrings, and sexy skirt, she looked more like a cheer leader, less like her usual self.

For the hundredth time, she wondered if she could kill her best friend.

There was a cheerful whistle from her bestie's mobile, indicating an incoming call, and she prayed, hoped, wished, it wasn't him.

But of course...

"Hey dude, yes we are here" Meher said giving her a sweet smile. "Yeah, coming over. You're waiting at the food court? Cool"

Flipping the mobile shut, she turned at Geet with a grin.

"Meher, I think I am coming down with loose motions"

"I'll buy you medicine," Meher grinned, and the lift doors pinged to an open, making her follow Meher, who was dragging her away to let Geet meet Meher's best-friend slash Geet's blind date.

Can she just die?

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"The trouble of having twins is my dear brother, you have two tornadoes to handle which will suck you up from either side" his sister had told him.

He rolled his eyes at her then. But for the first time in five years since the kids arrived into this world, he was thinking to be more sympathetic to her. After all, he is getting a first-hand experience on it, since he had to baby sit the kids, while his sister and brother-in-law went over for an emergency they had called, which he was sure nothing more than a second honeymoon.

Not that he minded, he loved the kids, and loved pampering them. But life would have been simpler, had there been someone else to clean, while they destructed his little flat, and someone else to run around them when they run into two different directions in the Toy Store, at the moment.

His eyes fell on the tall beauty at the end of the shelf, and saw her survey some angry bird accessories. The long hair of the lady fell till her waist, her shorts hung to her lower body, accentuating her curves perfectly. But that wasn't what had caught his attention. It was the five year old, who was on skates with a baseball cap on his head, who glided swiftly from behind her slapping her butt on his way.

He turned his back to the scene and pretended he never saw his Nephew in his nefarious activities.

He hated to admit his sister was right since he was a child. He hated her I-told-you-so-grin. But now, he sighed silently closing his face with his palm, acknowledging it to himself that maybe she was true.

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"Hey"

Meher flung her arms around him, while he almost lifted her off the feet. They parted grinning, and slapping his back.

"Meet my friend" Meher paused shifting a little to shift the focus to Geet.

"Hi"" she began but it was cut down as she had to swallow down her words as she felt the dude hugging her dearly.

Her hands first crushed between them slowly released, until they went around him and after a contemplative beat, she gave him a pat on the back. Not the romantic I-missed-you-baby touch, nor the friendly one slap Meher gave him, it was more so like the ones his grand-mother would have given him when he was a child.

He parted, and caught her hands and gave her a once over, with a huge grin.

"You look beautiful Geet"

D'uh! She thought, but kept that private thought to herself.

He was talking as if he saw her daily, and found her extremely gorgeous just today. Hello, she just met him. Of course so he saw her pictures before and all, but that really didn't count did it?

She winced as she recalled how she had known him. She needed someone to interview for one of the stupid assignments of her course. Since the interview was basically about regret mapping of employees and dealt with interviewing people to know how frustrated they are with the job, and since all her friends were practically babies, studying post-graduation and not earning a penny, much less being frustrated with their jobs, she turned to Meher for the long list of contacts she has, and out she got his number. Karan's.

He was drunk that day, and she was pissed off at the assignment. They both talked bullshit, with her being entirely funny, him being over actively witty. Her assignment was done, and he said it was great talking to her.

A week passed, and she received a friend request from him. Apparently, unlike her minute knowledge which thought that people forget everything when they're drunk was wrong, and that light flirting, friendly banter and stupid conversation they had multiplied under the alcohol affect he had that day, made him interested in her.

Being extremely fool headed, she conversed with him, not understanding his interest in her, and Meher's plans at match making, until it lead to this day where he wanted to meet her. On a date.

"Thank you, you look nice too" she said knowing that she hadn't spoken for so long and caught Meher rolling her eyes over his shoulder.

Oh please, she thought looking at Meher. She really can't expect her to kiss him senseless now, can she? The way she was giving her looks, felt as if she let her down mightily.

"So guys, I'll leave it to you to catch up for sometime. I've some errands to run. Will meet you in some time"

Gah! Can she be any more direct?

"Hey, where are you going M?"

As an answer Meher turned her eyes at Geet and grinned. "To get a medicine for someone, you know, something which would tighten up something"

From his shoulder, Meher saw Geet gag, while Geet looked at heavens above and sent a silent pray to be rescued from this extremely cheesy man-trauma.

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Liked it very much!

Sounds interesting! Looking forward to read more

Nice part geet is on unwantd blind date nd i guess maan is on baby sittng waitng 4 nxt part update soon

ahh the blind date from hell! Good intentions and all, but not a match made in heaven!

Chapter Two

She broke into a run as soon as she took the turn that led to the washrooms, knowing that it obscured his view to her now.

Skidding through the now wet tiles, she opened the first door that came into her view, closed it with a bang, and closed her eyes leaning against it.

Once her racing heartbeat slowed down, she turned towards the closed door, and placing her hand against it, hit her head repeatedly, cursing herself; the day she talked to him, the day she agreed on the stupid date and of course, the day she was born.

There was a dead silence in the room with flushing water the only sound she heard. She heard a squeak, and some gazes that she felt at the back of her neck, tingling her skin.

"What the"" she thought turning her head and her eyes widened and her hand was slapped against her mouth and a beat later two screams filled the washroom. One was hers, while the other was a five year old kid's. A boy's. Who was screaming living daylights out, with his pant zip still down, who seemed to have forgotten everything for a moment.

Geet saw between the kid, and his displayed pee-pee, and turned towards the elder by his side, who was looking at her astonished.

The man closed his ears as the screams increased in decibels until he finally couldn't take it and thundered a "Shut up" at both of them; her and the kid.

A deafening silence followed, where she looked at the man and the half ticket with widened eyes, while the half ticket finally realized that he was keeping a certain something on display and closed the zip, still looking at her wide eyed.

"What! Why? What the hell are you doing in girl's washroom?"

"It is men's washroom" the man replied in a calm voice.

f**k.

She did it again. She had to learn checking the sign before entering the washroom, but no, why ever would she do that? She had to embarrass herself after all. The first time it happened was when she entered a washroom thankfully which allowed a single entrant. She was surprised at the interior, her eyes going towards the men's usable ahem. And she had thought then naively that maybe it was usable by both sexes. Only when she had opened the door in flourish had she seen a desperately waiting for his turn dude, who has his jaw dropped on looking at her. It was the most embarrassing thing that topped her list.

Which was of course replaced by today's greatest scene.

"Miss" his voice disturbed her out of the haze, and her eyes met his brown, warm ones.

He had seen the thin layer of startled moisture in her eyes, and knowing that it was a mistake, and nothing else, he had held her gaze, not judging her, giving a reassuring blink of his eyes, which eased her bemusement, while she gave a small smile of gratitude.

The moment was ruined with an incoming male voice that suspiciously sounded coming closer. He saw her eyes widen, as she mumbled "Karan" before diving out to the nearest booth and closing herself in it.

Just when the main door opened and entered a man, talking in his phone, the woman had locked herself in one of the booths.

Maan had suspected he had seen the door open ever so slightly, with her folding her hands and mumbling a please. Turning his back at her, he proceeded washing his hands, while his Nephew still stared at the washroom door in fascination.

The man met his eyes and sent his way a nod in acknowledgement, while he lowered his zip and proceeded relieving himself. His nephew drawled a "Mamu" but was soon shut up by a silent smack he received at the back of his head.

As Maan carefully wiped his hands with the tissue, like he had never done before, buying time, he had seen the man leave the washroom, still on call.

There was a beat of silence, after which he walked towards the closed door, and rapped on it.

"The coast is clear. You can come out now"

The door opened slowly, and he had seen her peek speculatively before she jumped out of the washroom, looking relieved.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you" she told him grateful, "Thanks for the favour, I owe you" she said and ran towards the door, lest someone else would come up and she is stuck here for a longer time.

"Miss" she heard his voice and stopped at the threshold. "I need a favour from you" he had said.

She stopped, her hand at the door knob, and turned towards him warily. Now, what does he want? She looked around the empty washroom, and thought what favour could a man ask from a woman, who are stuck in an empty washroom, well empty except for the half ticket by his knee, but by the way the half ticket was gaping at her long legs, she was sure, he didn't mind, whatever it was.

He had seen the wary eyes of her, and almost smiled. Well, almost anyway. The woman before him surely had a vivid imagination running, he thought amused.

"Can you take my niece to the washroom" he paused and added after a beat "Girl's washroom"

She was suspicious she almost heard him add "For a change" and she narrowed her eyes slightly at him, for which he raised an eyebrow almost in challenge.

She gave a tiny nod, and turned her back towards him, before he could catch a tiny smile at the corner of her lips.

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