Hello all, here comes another one. 😊 This shot totally has no point 😆 but it is just a meeting of strangers and how they develop their meeting into something more. 😳 Hope you'll enjoy.
||Something more||
Taani's POV:
I stomped my feet, snatched the shopping list from my mother's hand, grabbed the purse, slammed the door and rushed to get a cab. I have my own way of sulking.
I had planned to visit my friends today but my mother was adamant that I've to go to the grocery to fill the pantry as her brother is coming over for dinner.
I kept my face like I'm going to kill someone out of revenge. I barked at the cab driver, yelled the person who came on our way and I was rude enough showing my frustration out.
I went into the departmental store after paying off the cab and tried to relax myself in the air conditioned store. I breathed in and out for few times and then pulled out a trolley and proceeded to roam about the aisles.
Keeping the list in my hand, I took every item that my mom mentioned.
What ate my time was the 'brands'. My mom emphasizes on every brand she uses and is too careful that she don't change the brand for any cost.
Even I'm like that when it comes to my own shampoos, soaps, facial packs and all. But when it comes to my mom I don't care much about it. I'm not coming to say that I don't care about my mom but I don't emphasize on food that much.
I ran there like a mad aisle to aisle searching for the products.
I found spices on the first aisle, found oil on the fourth then ran again to the first aisle to pick another spice which was mentioned at last in the list.
It's my mother's duty all the time but just today she insisted me to go as she had to arrange a room for the guest.
Not that I'm complaining because he's an uncle for myself and I should possess the hospitality to treat our guests.
I walked to the other end of the market to pick out the flour.
It's always difficult to roll the trolley along aisles. Kids would come and bump. They call their mother and cry. We have to pacify the kid by offering some chocolates and have to earn embarrassing looks from the respective ladies.
Then an old lady would walk before us. She would take about an hour to take a good view of the product, and then leaves it back in the rack which will leave us in frustration, who is coming behind.
I reached the flour department and looked for the brand that my mother had mentioned.
Unfortunately, it was at the highest rack. The first row of packets was already sold and the second row was unable to reach. It was high enough and the packs were behind the reachable space.
For the first time in my life, I cursed my height and looked around and confirmed that no one is looking at my humiliating situation.
I looked around for the helpers but there was no one visible wearing an identity card.
I thought of taking an alternative brand, but my mother would definitely not allow me into the house.
Biting my nails, I looked around for a stool or something that could lift me an inch high.
"May I help you?" a husky, at the same time a manly, voice whispered into my ears.
I was startled by the sudden hot air near my earlobe and backed a step or two and took a good look at him.
The person was 6 feet tall and had a toned body. His hair was ruffled and was messy. I assume that he drives his hands often into his hair. His face had a smirk that every girl would love, and his eyes were sparkling like a marble. His smile was heavenly that would be perfect to watch at every morning to lift up our mood when we find it sleepy at working days.
He was wearing a black denim slim fit shirt, whose sleeves were rolled up below his elbows, and a pair of black jeans that made his looks even more appealing.
"Hello", he waved his hands before to bring me back to the reality "I know I startled you and I'm sorry for that". He spoke with so much energy and charm like he was asked to host a program. "I asked you whether I can help you get that flour". He pointed to the rack.
"Um, yeah, yes, please", I smiled weakly and didn't missed to watch him taking the flour.
"Here", he extended the pack to me. "You don't have to wait for this. You could have called someone."
I nodded and thanked him, "Sure, I was not thinking, thanks."
I took it from him, dropped it in my trolley and pushed it forward. He did the same and walked with me.
We were going through checking the list all the way. I haven't failed to look at him whenever I had chance to do so. He was too engrossed in shopping but I was not and I knew by the way my eyes averted from what I had to actually look at.
"What made you not think?" he randomly started to make a conversation without looking at me but reading the label of an item.
"Excuse me", I didn't get it for the first time.
"Just a minute ago, you told me that you were not thinking. So, just felt like asking." He actually looked into my eyes this time.
If I want, I could have not answered it. But my mind went weak at his look and I started to blurt out the answer for his question.
"You know, I was planning to meet my old school friends today but my mother insisted me on going to the shopping", I kept the item that I've been looking at into the trolley, "I'm getting late for the meet".
"I see", he replied without turning to my side and I looked at him carelessly that he was not paying attention to me at all.
I threw a dirty look at him, for his rudeness of not looking at me waiting for my answer, and pushed my trolley to the opposite counter to pay for the stuffs I bought.
Before I could reach, he called me again.
"Hey", I turned, "Could you please help me with this?"
"What?" I asked him looking at the boxes he had in his hands.
"These are flavors for the pudding. I wanted to do some myself for my little sister's birthday. But I'm not sure which one would taste better." He looked too innocent with the way he pouted.
I let out a small laugh and advised, "You see, I recommend the chocolate flavor because, if the mango syrup is added a little excess, then it would taste sour. But if you add chocolate syrup even more than how much it was asked to add, it would give you a bitter sweet taste with which you can console people that you actually made a dark chocolate flavor".
We both laughed and the person in the counter must have overheard what I just said. She shook his head and smiled which we both didn't fail to notice.
He raised the hand with the chocolate flavor box a bit up and gestured that he is going to buy it. I nodded my head and watched the bill to rattle the total amount.
I could not deny that I did looked at what he was doing, how he was choosing certain things and how proper he was in keeping the things, that he don't want, at the same place where it was already.
I smiled to myself how I interacted with someone I never knew before. I'm not his type, but something changed me and assured me that everything with him is just going to be fine and don't hesitate to go on with him.
I grabbed the bags and looked around for him to say a 'bye' as a courtesy. More than a courtesy, I wanted to see him just once more not to regret my decision of not seeing him once again.
He was nowhere to be seen and I was already late and my friends must have gathered up in my whole school to celebrate.
Thanking the lady in the counter I went out to catch a cab again. I was getting late and I need to head back to home quick.
It was hot outside which was enough to increase my tension and I looked from my left to right to hire a cab.
Someone patted my shoulder and I turned with the same stupid frowning face which grown horrible in the mood and was surprised to see him. I quickly changed my frowning into a warm smile hoping it would make my face a little pretty.
"Waiting for a cab? I have my car. If you wish I can give you a ride."
"Um, it's ok, please don't bother yourself", actually I didn't mind going.
"I'm free today and that's why I volunteered to go shopping. I know you have to meet your friends and you're getting late. So, don't deny", he insisted and had that smile which teased me like I know you want me to take you home.
I nodded smiling brightly at how he speaks forgetting to breath. I really liked the way he speaks.
I got into the car and we were silent for sometime. I then suddenly remembered that I haven't asked his name.
I turned and questioned, "What i--"
"Hey, I forgot. Your name?" he asked and we both realized how coincident it was and laughed together.
"I'm Taa-"
"I'm Anur-"
We again guffawed at our harmonious conversations. We told our names and the conversation flowed flawlessly.
We then spoke about what we do, where does he lives, what are his hobbies and we both were surprised about us who shared same interests.
After few minutes, I showed him the way to my house and he slow down the speed to halt the car.
He got out of his car rushed to my side and opened the door for me. He took my shopping bags from the trunk and handed over to me. He was brought up very well and it was obvious in his behavior.
"So'", I muttered with the fact that we are not connected anymore.
I cursed myself for struggling so much for a stranger. I just saw him at the market, he helped me and I helped him then what is left to feel so hard?
"Um, wait. I need to ask you something. Normally, I don't do this. I think we got along very nicely and it really made my day. Can I have your number? So that, we could keep in touch and you know what", he was tensed and that was visible enough in his face.
He looked at my facial expression, I think he's analyzing what I was thinking, and then smiled when I smiled back.
"Sure, I was about to ask the same and you got it first."
He then let out a sigh making it careful that I don't notice, but I did.
We both again smiled like fools and my guess was right. He does run his hands into his hair which makes his hair look messy all the time. But it just adds his handsome.
I told my number and he fed it in his phone.
I walked back waving a bye and he waved back and jogged to get into his seat.
He waited till I get into the house safely and then he zoomed his car down the road.
I know it will get into something more. Something more that we will cherish as our first meeting every year.
OK, that was it. Comment if you like it.
Love,
Nafee.
Edited by azfee - 15 years ago
) and your emotions... *smiles* it has a feel good feeling.... *nods head* So Taani was engaged to Subodh.... (Yea, I wanted the person to be someone related to the serial. So, it just happened.) *shrugs*
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