You're Invited. It's Lashy's Birthday! DivyaM OS Updated in P1

Many many happy returns of the day my centre of IF world🤗.Wish you have many more of these..🥳🥳🥳

"May your birthday bring you as much happiness as you give to everyone who knows you"

I am short of words to wish and thank you di.You are excellence personified .Your story and characters,they are a part of me now.Not only your stories,but your mere presence lightens my day❤️.

Because of you ,I came here,made such amazing friends,met Patti ...couldn't thankyou enough ...🤗

May God shower his choicest blessings on you and wish your supremely gripping tales keep enthralling us.

Once again happy birthday🤗

Destiny

The sketch that outlined the map of rajputana and its surroundings lay on d table. Jalal narrowed his eyes as he took a keen look over this map, his acute senses made him ponder upon getting on to the most important state under his Empire if he had to have a control over entire Hindustan and for that rajputana did play the pivotal role in accomplishing his ambition.

There were a few of those small subhas which were marked in red ink indicating that they were under the Mughal Sultanate but this wasn't enough for jalal to sit still and feel contented.

Jalal, however had merely been twenty years old, but still at this age he had come across many life threatening occurrences that had made him learn a lot more than what he would have learnt it in his entire adulthood. This early maturity in his life had made him to look into his men's minds and able to see their flaws and weaknesses and was able to exploit them at their best.

All his mental calculations and assumptions were brought to a standstill when his mother Hamida entered his room.

On seeing Hamida, he instantly stood up on his toes, "Adab, Ammijaan what made you come here if there was something you wanted I would myself come to you, you could have sent me a word..."

His words were cut short by Hamida, kissing his forehead, "Why my dear son, can I not come to meet my you?"

Jalal's mouth twisted with a broad smile, the twinkle in those eyes made Hamida feel elated but soon the smile that had crept on her lips vanished thinking about the news.

The sudden change in her expressions didn't go unnoticed by jalal, "Ammijaan, is there anything serious that is what making you upset", making her sit on the couch he knelt down placing his hand on hers, he asked.

Without going into much depth she chose to straight forwardly let him know for what she was here, "Jalal I want you to know that its time that you are married. You are now twenty years old, a perfect alliance would only go on to strengthening your position".

Hamida was looking at him jubilantly. "Everything has already been planned and arranged well before hand. I sorted out the most of the potential alliances for you and just two days ago the messenger brought some real good news. The alliance which I found it to be one among the best has been accepted.

I want to know my son if you are satisfied with it I do not feel that there would be any reason for you to reject this since I am so sure of it that this strong alliance would only bring prosperity to our Empire".

Jalal looked agape at her as he couldn't come to any terms but simply chose to stare at his mother in utter dismay.

...

There was a lot of commotion and chortlings coming from the harem, especially his mother and other elderly ladies seemed to be excited and could not stop them from talking about jalal's marriage.

Jalal's face bore the marks of sullen and gloomy as he paved across the courtyard from the stables where he had been assessing the horses. He felt impulsive and restless, the royal members married for political reasons and not out of love, the political alliances had always been the ladder to strengthening the roots deepening it more that would make the Empire grow stronger and he knew this since his boyhood.

Jalal was angry, all he could remember was his wedding with his first cousin even when both were as young as eight years old and had absolutely no inkling about its commitments and importance.

Jalal had decided that when the time comes to take a wife yet again he would take his own decision, but it seemed to him that all his plans had proved futile since his mother had already made all the arrangements sneakily.

He felt himself caught in foul play by his mother, but for some time he let it go the feeling of frustration and anger and looked upon this matter with a different prospective.

He saw after ages his mother looked so happy and cheerful after all those torments and mental turmoil she had to undergo for so many years, for now that things were settling for the betterment, he couldn't stop himself from saying no to this alliance.

He could see a silver lining under the dark clouds with this upcoming prospective and at heart he knew he shouldn't reject it.

In a few days of time he had to ride through the rajputana soil passing through some of his subhas and reached Sambhar where the marriage was supposed to take place.

The chosen bride for jalal was Rajkunwari Jodha, the eldest daughter of Raja Bharmal, the ruler of Amer, belonging to Kachhwaha clan.

What would she look like? Would she be the most beautiful princess or the ordinary average looking lass? Jalal shrugged. What mattered was the political aspect and not what the girl looked like, his mother always tried to tell him and if needed he could take some more wives or concubines later.

The gift from the groom's side for the bride had already been sent a set of heavy gold anklets and the necklace studded with diamond and precious stones along with the heavy worked bridal attire. As for his father in law then ashrafis, perfectly matched stallions were been sent.

...

Jalal mounted upon his dark mane chestnut, sensing the zest, the horse jerked and pranced. He felt so good to be back again on the saddle and so jalal patted with fondness on its shinning neck. Well armed men a few in thousands or more or less were made to escort the emperor.

After two weeks or so the caravan of the emperor finally camped at their desired destination, Sambhar.

"Pranam Shenshah" Raja Bharmal folded his hands in a way to greet jalal. Jalal could see his wide cheekbones and broad forehead, dark long eyes that beamed with happiness. He looked to be around forty or more.

"I am Raja Bharmal, the ruler of Amber, I extend a warm welcome as you are my guests but soon you will be my son in law".

Jalal returned him with a smile and nodded. Our encampment is two hours from here and so I was watching and waiting over you so that I can personally come to welcome you along with your family. Jalal kicked his horse and followed Raja Bharmal.

...

The wedding venue looked grand all the necessities were taken care of, the decorations, the lightning; each and every aspect was meticulously looked into. It was supposedly to take place as per the Hindu traditions and customs.

Once jalal had received a warm reception as per the rajput customs his only desire to see the bride grew more and more, though he was least interested to go for this alliance but then now when he had agreed, he looked restless and excited a part of him wanting to have a glimpse of his bride, also he was prepared for the worst not knowing that his bride was equally or so as to say most beauteous ever one could ask for.

On the other hand the bride herself was dressed in her royal bridal attire that had come from jalal as a gift made her look all the way more alluring. She had mixed feelings that were creating havoc in her mind.

Jodha dint know at one point she looked happy but at some point she seemed to be nervous had she been getting married to a rajput prince the feeling could have been mutual and adjusting and knowing the customs and lifestyle wouldn't seemed to be difficult but here she was getting married altogether to a different person coming from a different background, religion and upbringing.

She couldn't say no but definitely she couldn't completely agree with it. A volcano of thoughts and emotional turmoil was bubbling up within her. She will have to face many problems and the tongue twisters from her people and others too. This was the alliance which she was immune to since she had neither any interest nor had any hatred towards him.

Jalal was ready in wedding clothes, the yellow silk tunic and trousers of doeskin with his face covered with sehra. He was now completely decked up in his bridal attire but his mind was yet to come to the terms that he was going to marry a princess whom he had never heard off or more precisely his mother never bothered to discuss a word on the most important issue that was related to his life.

Jalal was in splits he did not know whether he was going in right way or not? As he continued to mull over his thoughts he could hear few voices coming from the corridor he turned towards the corridor to have a look and saw a few of the maids passing by when he heard one of them saying, "Kunwarisa, looks so beautiful Shenshah will fall head over heels for her" the maids poured their hearts out laughing and tittering.

These words tempted him to check on his bride but how, was the immediate question that had come into his mind. He removed his sehra and placed it on the bed and headed towards jodha's room stealthily he assured such that none could able to see him lest he would have to feel embarrassed.

After the huge risk in sneaking, he was able to reach near jodha's room. He could hear the voices of the maids and other ladies and decided to conceal near the entrance and slowly peek in, but in a spur of the moment jodha's mother mainavati appeared and she was taken by a surprise making him halt in his track.

Getting caught red handed that too in such a situation had never brought him a shame but now when he was stuck in this situation he had to think of some idea to come out of it. "Jawaisa, you here?" maina glanced at him with confused expression.

Jalal flushed as he went to think for the answer he was asked for, "S..ssorry n...nothhinggg... I.. I lost my w..wayy and so I... I..."

Maina smiled at his antic and said, "Jawaisa, no need to feel sorry about come this way I will show you.." the golden opportunity he had missed to see his bride and that was all cause of his silliness, jalal fumed.

...

At last it was time for the bride and the groom to reach to the mandapam, maina and other elderly ladies escorted her to the wedding mandapam where the priest was already ready with the hawan kund who seemed to be busy chanting hymns.

Jodha proceeded towards the mandapam as she could see him already sitting there, her slow and hesitative steps, the chiming of her anklets giving a glimpse in between of her slender foot that had been painted intricately with henna, compelled jalal to glance at her who couldn't stop himself but to observe her, the growing nervousness in her was clearly visible to him even though all her feelings remained hidden behind the veil.

He couldn't see her face clearly cause of the veil, for somehow he caught a glimpse of those beautiful large eyes through the transparent veil of hers. The mere glimpse of those orbs made him grow more and restless to see her.

The voice of the priest interrupted jalal's thoughts as jodha by now was seated still next to him. Her mild sandalwood perfume had captivated his senses. The priest asked them to exchange their garlands. As she tried to exchange the garlands he could see her clear white soft skin from beneath her veil.

In between both were stealing glances at each other as they stood up for the saat pheras her skin came in close contact with him sending exquisite shivers through him. He smiled at his own sensations and continued to take the pheras.

Jalal filled her partition with vermillion that marked the end of all the wedding rituals. By now the wedding feast was over. The moon had risen and its cool glow fell upon the earth silvering everything that came under its shimmer.

...

The candles that were lit were now half melted as the palace had fallen into lull and quietude everywhere. Jalal entered the room hesitantly it wasn't that he felt nervous but then he wasn't sure of how his bride would react.

He pushed the hanging beside and approached towards the bed where jodha remained seated. Her face was still covered by the veil and now it was the time that he could finally see her face. His heart jumped with joy knowing this. With this thought he sighed.

Whereas, jodha tightly clenched to the ends of the veil out of anxiety. Her palms perspiring as her veil turned wet with the sweat. She sat still but only seemed to be moving her toes nervously.

Jalal nearing towards her made her go more and more jittery. He came and sat next to her, placing his hand on hers. She curled her fingers instantly out of shyness.

He smirked at her coyness and gently unveiled her face. What he saw had simply left him mesmerized. Her deep brown eyes that had been smeared with kohl defined her dark long lashes, her perfectly oval face and the glow of silk like skin, those full lips and her innocent looks fascinated him.

He could have never guessed that the bride that his mother had chosen for him would be so stunning. His direct gazes made her feel uneasy. She instantly looked down to avoid his gaze.

"Jodha, there is nothing to fear from me" he placed both his hands on her shoulders and turned to face him. Perhaps she was expressing through her eyes many doubts of uncertainty probably of their relationship, for him which he had to answer them.

The moment he pulled his hand she held it by hers own and in a low voice he could hear her murmuring, "I...I need some time to accept this relationship if you..." she said it all in one go.

Jalal squeezed her hands, lifting her chin; he said, "I shall wait till you are ready for it you can take your time" these exact words made her feel comfortable all at once.

She felt at ease letting go all her flurried thoughts and her tensed body relaxed. She gave him a warm smile. Jalal now understood that the choice of his mother's wasn't that bad or so as to say it was the best for him and realized that it wasn't forceful after all it was the destiny that had bound him to her.

The whole night the couple talked about their likes, dislikes from everything to everyone rounding upon their own past moments good or bad. Although the couple dint share any cozy moments on their first nuptial night but it did start with a new beginning, the beginning of their friendship, the dawn of new horizons in their lives and on the entire Mughal Empire.

THE END...

My soul was lost,
The time I entered the widest coast.
My heart was drowned,
The time I swam the deepest ground.
Darkness surrounds me, unknowingly...

How can I fight,
If I don't see the light?
How can I go on,
If I feel that I'm all alone?
And how can I be me?
If I already loss myself, unknowingly...

In the middle of this difficulty,
God gave me a great opportunity.
To meet an angel in reality,
Who will stay beside me, till eternity.
I found this friend of mine, unknowingly...

I never thought that we will go like this,
We share our dreams, and do silly things.
I never thought that we will be as this close,
Like real sisters, till the river flows.
I never thought that you could change me,
Because of you, I was healed Unknowingly..

How can I thank God?
For this life time blessing,
It's you, my friend, that keeps my heart beating,
Our friendship that was built in a remarkable way,
Hope we can keep it, till our hairs turn into gray...
Unknowingly.. We will still be the same and will never change.

My Dear Lashy Di ,

you're one of the most caring, smart & adorable 18 year old i know...😉

It was such a great experience to come across someone so endearing like you , you always know how to cheer me up and make my day brighter & am happy to have such a cool di like you...🤗

I hope your birthday brings as much happiness to you as you are bringing to others!

Wishing you ocean of fun and lots of happy memories !...❤️

You're a star today & every other day...⭐️⭐️⭐️

Now some chappan bhog for our star...

Hope its enough to sweetly torment you...😎

Di , i wish you only smiles and joy. May each minute of your life be filled with happiness and may this birthday be just perfect for you!

We love you shradha di...😃

May the love you have shown to others

return to you, multiplied.

Happy Birthday, my Chellam!! ❤️ 😳 🥳

A small gift for you... Read at your own risk!!😉

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A Ride With Stranger

"Ting!!" Her mobile buzzed with a SMS notification.

"Your booking has been confirmed. Get ready to be picked up!

Reference No: xxx

Driver Name: Muhammad

Driver Mobile Number: xxx

Taxi No: xxx"

"Uff... finally!!" She heaved a sigh of relief and immediately forwarded the SMS to her brother. As expected her mobile rang fetching alluring 'I-know' smile from her. "Bhaiya..." She answered in a hurry and even before the caller responded, "How's your friend, Bhaiya? Are you at hospital now?" she asked.

"Choti, Yes I just admitted him. He's taken to ICU and his cousin is on the way. And tell me where are you now?" A tinge of tension evident in his voice. He would have picked her at station if his friend was well and fit or at least he had another helping hand with him. But now he was tensed and getting restless with the time. He couldn't help but just going to sit in front of ICU, praying for friend speedy recovery and worrying for sister's safety in the wee hours. But thank god we didn't cancel the prior booking earlier made it on one of pioneer and secure Taxi Hailing Service in the town.

"I'm just 5 mins away!" She replied thinking her brother's plight. She and parents went to home-town to attend their village famous chariot procession. One unexpected and undeniable invitation, compelled her to travel alone while parents stayed back.

"Ah Okay. Choti don't step out until the driver call you and wait near to canteen that's the crowed place in the station..." he continued adding instruction, "and check the taxi number twice before get in then don't forget to share the ETA after trip started. So, I can track your whereabouts time to time for my own sanity." She would have teased him to the core if it was another situation. But she knew when to joke and when to obedient.

"Sure Bhaiya, I'll call you after reaching home and I've one spare key so you don't need to hurry. You come home after his cousin arrives. Bye!!" Though she sounded confident, she was having this sick feeling of 'Something going to happen' since morning. Later events only added to her anxiety.

10mins later

She arrived at the location with the guidance of the driver, only to find out a stylist car waiting for her. She checked the number again. It's correct. "Is there any 'SURPRISE BMW DRIVE' promotion going on?" She wondered. "But in this wee hour? Cannot be!!" Sudden flash of not so good news in mind, she felt strange feeling in her stomach. Her heart bounded at extra speed. She took two steps back. Just then, the car door flung open and the driver got down only to freeze her at the spot.

"Ms. Jodha??"

His baritone reverberated as warn in otherwise silence and cold atmosphere. She unconsciously nodded. He then swiftly turned and opened the door for her to get in.

She was totally awestruck by both her response and his handsome. Jitters long gone. There was a warmth in his presence. For a fleeting second, she felt herself as Princess of once upon a time.

Inside BMW

Branded T-shirt. Rolex Watch. Nike Shoe. Intoxicating Perfume. She noted while get in. Neat and tidy interior yet something is different about cockpit. "May be new model!!" She further examined. iPhone7 resting on Car mount holder. A blue light emitting from thick silky locks indicating existence of Bluetooth earphone. Muscular body revealing regular exercises. Leisurely resting right hand on armrest time to time stylishly stroking the chin while left hand on wheel moves so effortlessly. "Uff... He's anything but DRIVER!!"

No questions asked. No mercies showed. No advises passed. He was so used to this kind of gestures from his passengers of previous rides. BUT instead she remained silence which forced him to check her. He looked at her. Through the Rear-view-mirror. Only to meet a pair of squinted eyes. Knitted brows. A piercing gaze totally unbothered by his sudden shift. He then doubted but now confirmed. He was completely under surveillance. His lips automatically twisted and his eyes looked at her again. She appeared innocence, brighten eyes showed intelligence and the face idealized as beauty. Even before he realized staring at her longer than he should have... It's now her turn. Her lips mischievously twisted. "Mashallah... She's something else altogether!" He broke the eye-lock and made the mental note to not look at her again at least for both of their safety.

But she gained confidence to start the conversation with this 'look me - catch me' game. "Is there any 'SURPRISE BMW DRIVE' promotion going on? Because I only booked Mini-cab!" She adjusted herself to right side to closely read his facial expression.

"No Ma'am. It's our boss order to send any available vehicle, particularly if ladies or elders want it at night. But you will be charged for Mini-cab only." He coolly replied.

"But I don't think you will gain much income if you get hires like this..." She sounded worried. He smiled at her concern and replied, "No Ma'am. It's only for prior booking and company will pay us rest of the money."

"Wow!! That's cool and your boss is a great." She appreciated.

"Yes he is!!" His voice mellowed. "Is it affection or admiration? May be both!!" Nothing much to feed her Sherlock brain, she further inquired.

"I wonder how he built this secure network. Is there any SPECIAL QUALIFICATION he is looking for?" She emphasised the word "SPECIAL QUALIFICATION" and sounded mystified.

His funny bones cracked at her indirect question still managed to keep a straight face and went on to answer her, "A driving license, good conditioned vehicle, Police clearance certificate and Biometric information. That's all needed. If they are satisfied, we will be provided a personality training."

"Interesting. So, what's inspired you to become a driver?" She finally asked.

His eyes still fixed on the road but his mind revolving around adorable passenger in the back seat. Yes, he was impressed. She didn't dig his personal like all others did. Still she managed to ask that question in most positive way. He knew she's curious and intelligence. "So, Yes half-truth!"

"My father is a driver, witnessing him going everywhere in variety of vehicles from my childhood, influenced my decision to become a driver." He waited to see her reaction but she lost in somewhere.

"My father is a driver. He used to bring variety of vehicles home and take me for a drive by making me sit on his lap. The feel of going ahead of every passing vehicle, people and fast moving trees always made me happy like conquering every struggle and moving ahead. It had a great impact on me for being speed on everything."

Her brows knitted again. "I've heard something like this, very recent. But from whom? Heard or read?" Couldn't recall anything, she asked "So what else you can drive?"

He's truly stunned. He expected she would laugh at his reply or pity on him but she sounded appreciative. He looked at her. She appeared eager than before with no trace of pity. His eyes affectionately glued to her. Something in his eyes, "Is his eyes familiar??... Idiot!! You saw his eyes just only few minutes before, right?" Cursing herself and unable to meet his intense eyes she looked ahead. But to her horror, "Hey watch there..." she screamed.

"Hold onnn..." He yelled.

Screeechhh...

Vrooommm... whooossshhh...

Screeechhh...

Creeeak... Thud...

Dhuk dhuk, Dhuk dhuk, Dhuk dhuk... "It's my heartbeat. Yes, I'm still alive..." She slowly opened her eyes. He was not there and car was parked on the side of the road. No single scratch on her. No visible damage to car. "How is it possible?" She looked ahead. No trace of vehicles on the road. She then looked behind. Two long container trucks slowly moving on the road and the third one... "My god!! That's the one I last saw" taking deep breaths, she calmed herself. She tried to recall everything.

She saw one iron rod like object blowout from the container into their direction. With no enough space or time to reverse the car, one should take sharp turn and overtake the truck in opposite lane since it's narrow road. Sharp bend, fast moving vehicle on opposite lane and big container hiding almost front view having no idea of how many vehicles ahead... One should take the speed of light and have the strong control over vehicle. And he did it just like that by overtaking three long container trucks. "Wait..." She just then remembered the racing sound of car engine. It's different. "Yes this is sport car and not different design as I thought earlier. This special design well suited for drivers comfortable than the passengers. That means he is..."

"Are you ok?" His voice was now audible enough to gain her attention. She looked up to him.

Those deep black orbs... "Yes I've seen those eyes and read those lines. Not only once but thrice. One when reading the paper, second when giving the paper to Dad and third when Mum packing something... That means he is..."

His worry lines just increased hearing no response from her even after three attempts. "I should have checked her first before went on to alert the driver." No point of waiting further, he started shaking her shoulder and this time he got her full attention. "Jodha... Are you ok?" concern evident in his voice. "You are not hurt, right?" He asked.

His face so close to her, eyes full of concern and intoxicating smell, "My my!!" She then realised the growing concern in his face and his question. "Ah...Ye.. Yeah.. fine... fine... I'm fine." She awkwardly smiled.

"Are you sure?" he asked perplexed.

"Yes yes. I'm fine. We can start." She assuredly smiled. "By the way what's that?"

"It's one iron rod that used to close the doors blown away from container. As the doors got open, now half of the loads off to road. Careless and improper packing." He sounded disappointed. "What if that hit..." She couldn't think further but still she felt the Goosebumps.

Thou he's not sure about her wellbeing, he started anyway and checked her time to time. First time she was in deep thoughts. Second time, she was so into mobile. Third time she was looking at him with eyes full of admiration. "Did she get to know about me?... Whatever... She's fine!!" With sigh of relief, he sped up.

Few minutes later, "Ma'am we've arrived!!" he slowly stopped the car in front of said apartment. "Oh... now Ma'am??!!" Then only she realized the surrounding. Even before, she gathered herself with bags and all, he got down and opened the door for her. "Speed... Speed... Speed on everything!!" She hissed to herself.

Helping her with bags, he gently refused to get the money from her.

"So thank you Mr. Jalaluddin Muhammad for first to bring Formula BMW talent cup to our country and thank you for first to establishing Uber kinda service to our town..." Proudly announcing, she held her Anarkali out from her body with both hands and sweeping one foot behind, she bowed her head.

He was taken back by her cute and sweet gesture. A content smile permanently pasted. Placing his right hand over the heart, tilting his head slightly he blinked his eyes in acceptance.

"But why this taxi driving?" She asked.

"How can I sleep peacefully when a beautiful lady roaming around lonely in wee hours? It's my duty I've to hurry and save her" Watching her look aside and bite her lips, he continued, "Our home is near to station. It's my father strict order to inform home, if any ladies look for service during nights and no taxis available to send. If Dad is not available, I used to go." He proudly stated.

"Wow. Your Dad is so great. So, if anyone identified you?" She sceptically asked.

"Would you be surprised if I say no?" He asked hands on pocket leaning against his car.

"No. This is possible in our cricket dominant country!!" She smiled knowingly.

"Do you watch car races?" he promptly asked thinking how she guessed.

She felt the sudden weight to disappoint him. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but I used to read sport news." She said. Seeing no change in him, she felt immense relief.

"But I don't remember any paper published my picture..." He wondered trying to recall all the articles about him. He couldn't remember his picture being published and he doesn't encourage it, either.

"Your eyes. There was a picture of you wearing helmet standing near the racing car..." She clarified looking straight into his eyes, "And rest, all thanks to Google!!"

"So you were busy investigating my eyes, while I was fretting about you??!!" He exclaimed recalling her numbed behaviour earlier and she started to laugh uncontrollably. Amused by her musical laugh, his eyes glued to her.

Watching affection and admiration showering from his intense orbs, she announced, "Thank you for this adventurous trip. I just loved it." Her face gleamed in delight. He raised his single eyebrow as to ask "Only trip??" and her cheeks slightly coloured as to say "No!!"

Giving away more then she wanted, Jodha promptly asked. "So you won't forget me, right?"

It sounded more threatening than the just a query. "Why so?" Smiling mischievously, he asked her back.

"Because FIRSTS are SPECIAL and I'm the one first to identify you." She eagerly said.

"Who told you that FIRSTS are SPECIAL?" He teased.

"My favourite writer. She's a wise lady." She impatiently answered.

Seeing her impatience and security guard peeping out, he straightened his body. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, "Yes agree... FIRSTS are SPECIAL and whoever said is wise too!!", taking out his right hand from the pocket, "And you have my number. Call me anytime if you want such rides... I'm all eager and ever ready for your service, Ma'am!!" saying so, he sealed the promise with his stylish 'Adaab' added with special reserved captivating smile and mischievousness in eyes.

Already cool freeze not enough, now his coolest gesture made her froze at her spot. Lovingly watching his car vroomed to life and roared off down the road, she thought "If you're having sick feeling of 'Something going to happen', always doesn't mean something bad. It can be enticingly good as well"

"It's not until you fall that you fly

When your dreams come

Alive you're unstoppable

Take a shot, chase the

Sun, find the beautiful" Her mobile's default ringtone timely rang as if agree. She mischievously smiled to herself thinking of the lyrics.

GLOSSARY OF TERMS (If any case anyone wants!)

Uber Technology: Is a mobile based app connect driver-partners and riders. The app detects your location when you open it up, and then shows you how many vehicles are available in the area, and how far the closest one is from you. You can either hail one to come to you directly, or book it for later. This app also provides info about the driver-partner with whom you will ride and when you arrive at your destination your fare is automatically calculated and charged to the payment method.

ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival): When you request a ride and a driver accepts, you can swipe up on your app screen and tap Send Status. This shares your trip details with friends or family. They'll receive a SMS text message with a link. Opening this link displays your driver's first name, vehicle info, and your map location in real-time.