SS: Tu rooh ka humnava hai. Yeh jismon ka rishta nahin. Update Page 67 - Page 7

Hey peeps,

Here is the fourth chapter.
Their trip ended but Neil and Saira definitely were turned on by each other.
Won't reveal more and let you read.

Thank you to all of you.

Being in Saint-Malo and not dipping their feet in the water was unthinkable for them. Playful, Neil splashed water on Naira who immediately responded like a wild cat. A water battle started between them which was watched by Saira with a smile. She loved their friendship. Neil didn't see that she was just behind him and accidentally pushed her but his quick reaction made his hand travel immediately behind her back to catch her just in time.

« This is the second time I am saving you. », he said gazing at her with his deep eyes and quite playful.
Immersed in his eyes yet unable to control her laughter, « But this time it's your fault. »

Neil looked at her smile. This was the first time he truly paid attention to it. She looked so beautiful. Naira smirked and mentally self patted her back. She knew the sea water was going to be the cupid of their love story.

It was getting late and they were hungry. They decided to walk to the old city and find a fine restaurant for their lunch. They found the perfect galette restaurant, the must to have while visiting the Brittany region. Naira made her friend sit next to him. They looked at the menu card and mentally decided what kind of galette they wanted to taste. The jingling sound of Saira's bangles every time she touched the table froze his mind in such a way that he lost the ability to concentrate on anything else. His eyes landed on her hand a few times.

« I love how you always wear dozens of bangles. », Naira commented after seeing her friend getting affecting by her bangles.
« That's my Indian side that comes out. », Saira waved her hand for the jingling sound.

Neil moved his head on the other side. He had met a few Indian girls in the past too and he never liked that irritating sound of their bangles but for the first time that same sound was so sweet to the ears that he was losing his mind. He waved his hand to call the waiter and they ordered.

« I am getting bored. Let's talk. », he suggested to divert his mind.
« Neil... », Saira was about to ask him something.
« Wait, is this the first time you took my name ? », he asked as if it was the first time he was liking his name that much.
« Did I ? I don't know. », she replied confused.
« Never mind, what were you saying ? », he shook his head.
« You were born here, right ? », she asked.
« Not only me but my parents too. We are here from three generations not two like most of the Indians. », he replied.
« Wooow, it's actually the first time that I came across a family that's here from three generations. No wonder you are more French than Indian. », she said.
« My maternal grandparents came here to study and fell in love. They never left the country. My paternal grandfather came to study, settled down here and then married my grandmother who lived in India. So she moved here. What about you ? », he asked.
« My parents came to Germany as my father's job required that. They loved the counrty so much that they stayed there. I was born in Germany and grew up in the mountains. Then we moved here when I was ten. », she replied.
« I knew there was a Heidi hidden inside you yodeling Heidi Heidi petite fille des montagnes halala hidi halala hidi halalala hidi halalala dihadi hadi haldihahaha. », he said yodeling.

Both the girls burst out laughing.

« Don't make fun of the mountain girls like us. », she said.
« After fifteen years living in the city you are still calling yourself a mountain girl ? », he asked amused.
« I love peace, ok. I miss my peace. You won't understand, you city people. », she made a sad face.
Neil cracked up, « Aahhh Saira. », he sighed.
« That's not fair. You take her name in such a sweet way with Indian accent but you know me since eight years and still take my name in French accent. », Naira said.
« That's because I don't know Arabic accident and for me you are Nini not Naira. », he made fun of her.

Naira's menu card instantly landed on his head for making fun of her. He made a « Ouuuch ! » sound.
They got served and immediately digged in. Before leaving they ordered coffee as they were already tired by the hectic weekend. Naira looked at the decorations and there was a poster written in English.

« When I was young I used to think being bilingual meant you speak one language plus English. It's when around my twenties I went for English classes that the teacher told me bilingual means speaking two languages. », Naira said.
« Ahhh Nini, you are such a clown ? Sometimes I wonder if you have something inside your head. », he asked.
« Why do you always make fun of me ? Why not make fun of Saira for a change ? », she asked.
« Because she has brains and doesn't come up with stupidity like you. », he teased her.
Saira picked her empty lemonade bottle and lifted in the air, « Listen to it. ». Once the other two looked at her she dropped the bottle on the ground which broke into pieces, « Did you hear the sound ? That's the sound that your heart just made. »
« Ohhhhhh !!!! », Neil widened his eyes. « Booom... that was too savage. », he said impressed by Saira's boldness.
« Hahahaha very funny. », Naira replied sarcasticaly with a straight face.

Once they had their coffee they got back to the car and left the port city. The sunlight was hitting Saira's body. Neil noticed her right arm and her face becoming red. He asked Naira to give him his shawl that was in the back seat. He then asked Saira to hang it on the window and close it. It will serve as a curtain and protect her skin. The wind was making it difficult for her. He helped her with one of his hand while driving with the other one, making her feel uneasy with their closeness.

« Never misses an opportunity to be a gentleman. », Naira commented from behind.
« I don't want her too look like a barbecue chicken. She looks better as a Ferrero Raffaello. », he replied.
« Bwahahahaa, he called you a round shaped Ferrero Raffaello. I don't know how you should take it, Saira. », Naira joked.
« Now you are going to use my own words against me, Nini ? », he asked making a fake shocked face.

The two continued their banter while the fragrance that was coming from his shawl drove Saira crazy. She smiled and tried to take it out of her mind. He glanced at her questioningly. She whispered a « Nothing ». Embarrassed that his scent could have such an impact on her mind, she looked down and continued to smile.

« Ah the sexual tension... », Naira murmured looking at both.
« What ? », he asked confused.
« And ignorant too. », she shook her head.
« Damn, is it me or since fifteen minutes the GPS is not reducing the time ? I just hope we are not heading to a traffic jam. », he said.

He drove for an hour before the GPS announced a delay of four hours due to an accident.

« Ok it's time to leave the highway and take the country roads otherwise we won't reach home before tomorrow morning. », he said.

The view was beautiful between the green landscapes, the cows, the horses, the beautiful countryside houses but it was quite smelly too.

« That smells like your house, Naira. », Saira joked.
« Boom ! Saira is on fire today. I wouldn't have taken this insult without giving it back. », Neil instigated Naira.
« Why are you both teaming up against me ? Why don't you understand my pain that my husband is hell bent on making my garden a farm ? », Naira pouted and frowned her eyebrows.

Neil and Saira laughed. Then they all witnessed a man peeing in the middle of the field.

« Astaghfirullah ! Is this dude serious ? How can he even pee like this ? I would never be able to do that. Who knows what may enter and where ? I would hold it hours if needed. », Naira stated.
« Priorities, girl. If the dude can't hold it, he won't care what enters and where. He would rather prefer a ladybug crawling up his anus than peeing or shitting on himself. », Neil answered.
« What a beautiful conversation ! », Saira said with sarcasm.
« Put some music on, you will talk less nonsense. », Neil teased his friend.

Naira rolled her eyes and turned on the music.

It was eleven o'clock when they reached Naira's house. Naira got her luggage from the car trunk and hugged both her friends at the same time. She wished a safe journey to both and said goodbye. Neil and Saira went back to the car. In the middle of the highway there was another accident which slowed them again.

« I will drop you at your house not the train station. It's pretty late and it's not safe. », he informed her while they were stuck in the traffic jam.
« But you will get late. You have to wake up at six in the morning and it's already past twelve. », she replied.
« I rather sleep thirty minutes less and be sure you are safe than spend the whole night restless thinking if you reached home safely. », he said.

Saira didn't argue. Naira was right, he was a caring person. She just prayed her parents won't see that she was dropped off by a guy. The car was moving very slow then they were stuck again just near the accident spot. Saira spotted a few bodies on the ground surrounded by a blood pool. She turned her head and clutched his arm.

« What happened ? », he asked surprised and worried.
« I... I... am... », she tried to explain clutching at him tighter.
« Hey, it's ok calm down. », he placed his hand behind her head and caressed her hair.
« I... I... I have hemophobia. », she said .

She was holding him tight while her face turned pale and her heart was beating abnormally fast. Neil calmed her down by shushing. He started the car and drove till the next stop. They didn't talk much. He let her calm down. They reached her place one hour later and he helped her get her bag from the car trunk. Both didn't know how to say goodbye. He placed his hand on her cheek and caressed it gently.

« You are ok ? », he asked worried.
« Hmmm ! », she nodded enjoying the touch.
« Good. », he said with a smile.
« Thanks for dropping me home. », she thanked him.
« My pleasure. », he replied.
« Text me when you reach home. There are too many accidents on the road. », she requested with worries.
« I will. », he replied happy to see her concern.
« Bye. », she smiled.
« Bye. », he smiled back.

She entered her house and he started his car. She was relieved to know that her parents were already asleep. She took a quick shower and went to her bed. While waiting for his text message, she watched the episode she missed of her favorite show Ghum Hai Kisikey Pyaar Meiin. Then while checking her Facebook notifications, she received a message. « Hi Saira, I am home and going to bed. » She smiled, relieved that he reached home safely. « Thank you for this wonderful weekend. It was a lot of fun. Goodnight. », she replied back. He smiled and replied « My pleasure. It was indeed a very beautiful trip. Goodnight to you too. », before falling asleep.


The next day during his break, Neil saw Saira's profile on Facebook in the suggestion list and sent her a friend request which she accepted a few minutes later. He saw her latest pictures of Eid where she was in her Indian attire wearing a blue saree with her bangles, bindi, dark red matte lipstick. His heart skipped a beat. This was the first time that he was so attracted to an Indian girl and her Indian looks. He was always more into white girls. This was the first time he couldn't take his eyes off a girl in a saree.


The following days, the three of them shared their pictures and had a few conversations then slowly they lost contact. Naira and Neil were still in touch and so were Naira and Saira but Saira and Neil never talked again.