phone rang at pooja's home..
she had just finished opening a note that she recieved and she read thru it..
"hello?!"
"pooja?.."
she knew that voice and......she loved it..but today a coldness surrounded the conversation...
"hmm"
she answered curtly..
"woh..hum bol rahe hai.."
"pata hai..bol.."
"aapko koi chitthi mili??"
"han..mili.."
"to aap chal rahi hai na.."
"han.."
"woh...hum aa jaye apko pick up kane.."
she was silent..
"nahi..agar aapke gharwale apko na jane de to..woh sagai ki tayyari..woh.."
"hUh!!!..ghar ke niche se..jeep me baithkar..mobile pe se call kar raha hai..to aa ja na upar..mein 5 minute me aa rahi hun.."
trring...trring..
"oye yudie..yeh sab???tujhe pata hai kuch??"
"nahi huda..mein khud surprized hun..hey tune chief se baat ki..?i m sure..use sabse pehle letter mila hoga?right??"
"dekh yudi mein nikal raha hun..tu aalekh ko leke aa..ok?"
"right bro!"
the small company of five entered the restaurant..the manager came up..
"excuse me??..lt.aalekh sharma??"
"han..bol.."
"table no.15 par aapka koi intezar kar raha hai.."
"thik hai..."
they went to the table..and cud see a slender girl sitting there..
"apun lt.aalekh sharma.."
"aur mein..." she turned...