Chapter 1
Maan was on his way back to Shimla with mixed feelings; he was excited to be back, looking forward to seeing his family and old friends again but at the same time he felt a little nervous at the thought of having to live up to his families expectations of him. His mother had told him that he didn't need to come back if he didn't want to, she'd said he could remain in Delhi and join the office there. But he didn't want to join the office; he didn't know what he wanted at all except that he felt an odd pull to come home so that was what he was doing. He stopped his bike at a red light and realized he was in Shimla.
Geet was rushing around the house at full speed, picking up papers and shoes and cursing Yash under her breath. 'Yash! Where are you?! Idhar aa ABHI!!' She saw Yash's head poke out of his room and threw a shoe at it but she missed and his head disappeared. 'Di!! What are you doing?! Maine kuch nahi kiya, promise!' Geet ignored him and told him to come out again.
Yash was trying to think of what he could have done to get Geet so mad at him! Suddenly he remembered their conversation last night and he smacked himself on the forehead. He peeked out and saw Dadi had come out hearing all the yelling. 'Kya hua Geet? Itna shor... tera toh aaj interview tha naa? Yahaan kya kar rahi hai?!' Yash made a face as he heard Geet tell Dadi in a slightly panicky tone that she was running late for her interview because first he had forgotten to clean up the breakfast dishes AND had left the living room looking like a tip even though he'd promised to clear it all up last night. He went out of his room quickly and hid behind Dadi and looked out at Geet.
Geet saw Yash sneak out of his room and felt her anger vanishing as quickly as it had come as she saw his guilty face peek out from behind Dadi. She was annoyed because it had taken her so long to get a job interview and now it looked like she might be late! She felt nervous and knew she was over-reacting about the mess but she couldn't help it. Dadi gave her a knowing look as she told Yash off behind her and he looked at Geet and said 'Sorry Di, main bhool Gaya...I'll clean everything now!' Geet folded her arms and said 'fine!' in an annoyed tone even though she was no longer angry and Yash suddenly laughed as he picked up some papers off the table. 'Di, you always throw things when you're angry...but you never manage to hit anything!' When Geet looked like she'd yell again he said quickly 'don't worry I'll teach you how to aim properly for next time!' and ran into his room before she could throw something else.
Geet didn't know what was wrong with her this morning; she'd woken up feeling odd because she hadn't slept and she'd thought it was because she was nervous but there was another feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on and it made her anxious. She didn't usually get that angry unless Yash did something especially annoying but today such a little thing had set her off! She tried to shake off the weird feeling and realized suddenly that Dadi was watching her with an odd look on her face. She remembered she was already late so she picked up her bag and the file with all her papers for the interview and went to get Dadi's ashirwaad before giving her a hug and leaving the house hurriedly.
Maan was almost home; it hadn't taken that long and he hadn't even had to ask for directions because the roads seemed familiar to him even though he hadn't been here in so long. He'd come home for a few odd weekends when he was younger but someone had always picked him up. As he reached the road that would take him home, he took the sharp turn too fast with his bike and almost ran over someone!
It was a girl and she was walking really fast with her head bent down and a file in her arms. Maan couldn't see her face properly through his helmet visor because she was looking down but she had really long hair and was wearing a pale pink salwar suit. He took all this in in just a few seconds without fully registering it because his heart was in his mouth as he almost hit her and she looked up too late. He just managed to see a pair of big frightened eyes looking at him as he swerved the bike out of the way just in time, barely keeping control of it. His heart was racing as he skidded to a stop a few meters away, turning the bike around before pulling off his helmet angrily. He opened his mouth to yell at the girl to watch where she was going but all he saw was a glimpse of her pink scarf as she disappeared around the corner!
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