PART 4
{MAAN's monologue...}
"Are you done?" I said, running my finngers through my hairs. I really had to get this whole thing over with, and just get the money. This was turning out way more complicated than I'd ever expected. She was back from the washroom - finally, but it was kind of obvious she's been crying. I felt guilty. I had to lie to her, to get her to co-operate. ( Beta maan now just wait and watch how many gaaliyaanss, jhootis and all u wil get frm my readers. 😡). I could see she wouldn't let her Dad give me the money any other way.
I didn't mention it, though. I just stared straight ahead, trying to push down the uncomfortable feeling, as she opened the car door and got in.
"Where do you want to make the call?" I asked, not looking at her first, but my gaze couldn't help but fall onto her face when she stayed silent - something she usually didn't do. Immediately, I drew a breathe in shock. She looked pretty, even after crying Her red lips were full and parted slightly, her eyelashes thick and dark - so long, that when she looked down they brushed against her cheek. And her eyes, so beautiful, hazel brown honey color, that saw the world in an innocent, naive way that eluded me.
"What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious. She wiped her mouth against her sleeve, frowning, "Have i got food on my face?" I couldn't help but smile. She had to be the only girl who thought that when they caught a guy looking at them they caught a guy looking at them.
"yeah" I said. She did have muffin crumbs on her face.
She wiped her face with the back of her wrist.
"Did i get it?" She asked, staring at me with wide eyes.
"No," I said, sighing and reaching over. "It's on the other cheek."
I brushes my hand against her cheek, stroking my finger on her soft skin. Then I suddenly realized what I was doing.
"I am sorry" I said jumping back, "I m soo..."
"It's alright." she said, bitting her lip, her cheeks were red.
An awkward silence filled the car. I pushed down the throttle, gently pushed my foot on the pedal. We drove. I don't know where we were going - not yet. Geet was still blushing, and wouldn't make a eye-contact - a first. MAYBE she was...?
There was another gas station ahead, and I pulled over. She finally looked at me.
"Are you hungry?" I secrectly wished she says, "No" but my bad luck. I smiled at my thought.
"Finally."
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{Geet's Monologue...}
I chomped on my cucumber and tomato sandwich, and eyed Maan as he went to payphone, with my "Dad's" number.
Ha!
I bet he'll have a LONG conversation with JOE, the guy who answered China Palace's take-out line.
"GEET!" he yelled, coming back. He looked kind of pissed, and was waving around the paper I'd written my "Dad's" number on.
😆 "What the hell is this?"
I finished rest of my sandwich, and looked at him, my eyes widening innocently.
"what?"
"That's not your Dad's bloody number!" he yelled, "Give it to me!"
I bit my lip, trying to look clueless.
"I...gave you his number. Why are you yelling at me...?"
"Look, Geet," Maan said, bringing his gun out. "Tell me right now, or I'll shoot you."
I sighed and relaxed in the chair, reaching into my pocket to get the emergency chocolate bar. I ripped of the wrapper, bit into the tip, watching his face carefully. He wasn't giving up the whole "scare Geet" thing.
He pressed the gun onto my right temple, and pulled on the safety.
He wasn't going to do it... he couldn't do it...
Wait a second... OH MY GOD!
"You're gun is dripping water on my face," I said bitting another chunk of chocolate bar. "Could you please point it away?"
Maan finally dropped the act, and pushed the gun back into his pocket, looking kind of ashamed of himself.
"IF you were going to threaten me with a water pistol, you could at least have emptied the barrel. That's just embarrassing, you know, for you."
"COuld you at least pretend to be scared? It hurts my ego."
I'd finished my chocolate bar, And was licking the wrapper (Okay, sounds gross, but don't tell me you don't do it as well).
"I have to admit, you were an amazing actor. But i have the same water pistol at home. You could have a least got a real gun with no bullets in, or something."
He frowned and turned away.
"what's your Dad's number?" he finally asked. "We both need to get this over. Don't you want to go home?"
NO.
"But the thing is I really don't know his number. The only number I've ever memorized is the number I gave to you. The number to the chinese food palace."
"Figures,"he muttered to himself. Then louder ," HOw did you contact your Dad?"
"I had his number on my cell. Which you made me trash when you kidnapped me."
His shoulders dropped, and for a second, I felt bad for the guy.
"You're meant to be a kidnapper. Why the hell you didn;t do any research?"
He grimaced.
"Look" I said, "It's kind of getting dark. Can't we found another hotel to crash in tonight, we will sort this problem tomorrow? I'm pretty sure we could get his contact details on the internet or somewhere."
He nodded, climbed back in the car, shifting uncomfortably. Then he reached down to pat at the seat.
"why are there so many crumbs on my seat?" he said glaring at me.
"THe wind...blew some crumbs...on, er... to your seat."
"really, i was thinking You put the crust from your sandwich on my seat. That would explain the bread i'm sitting on."
"No that was the wind..as ...well.."
"So the wind left crust on my seat?"
"Uh huh"
He looked like he was going to hit me for a second, then he did the most unusual thing - he laughed.
"What's so funny?" I asked, when the laughter had gone on for wwaayy too long to be considered normal. "HEY!, stop laughing, what's so funny?"
He tried to came down and wiped the tear formed in his eye.
"nothing," he said, giving me a big smile which made my heart go thump harder.
"Alright then," I turned to the other side trying hard to hide my blush, what the hell was wrong with me? Why i was bkushing so much? Crap! I looked at him again, he again smiled, making me blush some more.
The moment was broke with the nee-naw, nee- naw, nee-naw sound of police vehicle. Slowly, we both turned around.
I had no idea what was going on, but I'm pretty sure the police was after us. Well, MAAN.
"DRIVE!" I yelled, and Maan complied, slamming his foot in the pedal.
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"Bet you're glad stole a good car now. IF we were in your crappy car, we would've been caught by now."
"SHush!"
"This is kind of fun," I said excitingly, trying to find the pack of Oreo I'd hidden in the boot compartment. "Look a helicopter!" I pointed at the helicopter that seemed to be joining the police with high speed car chase.
"How did they find us?" Maan asked, pushing the pedal harder, as hard he could go without crashing. (And dying 😕)
"Maybe when you called that China take-out palace. They can trace calls, you know. What exactly you say to JOE? Did you mention the fact that you kidnapped me?"
"I don't know! I can't remember!" But the look on his face said, "Yes."
"Well, there you go."
"Why the hell you are so calm?" he yelled over the helicopter blade noises, which was loud, but keeping a safe distance.
"It's not me who they want to arrest." I said. Damn , Where are my Oreos? I looked up at the helicopter, they had a camera.
"Oh look they are filming us. I think we're going to be on news." Maan swore.
"Do something about them." he yelled, trying to keep us alive on the road. We went around a really tight bend, and i crashed against the door.
"CRAP!" Iwinced rubbing my arm, he immediately looked at me glaring. "Fine, you want me to do smething about them. Alright."
I rolled down the window, and yelled at the helicopter two words a lovely, rich girl was never meant to say, EVER. Especially on national television.
"FU** OFF!" I yelled, leaning out of the window. IN case it wasn;t clear enough, my voice had been wipped away by the wind, I used one of my fingers to demonstrate the sign that means the same. My hair whipped around my face, and wind rushed against my skin, and so I only stayed in that pose for few seconds, just to make sure the media filmed it right, and then rolled up the window.
HA, that should ruin my DAD'S whole story about how I was kidnapped.
I looked at Maan who was fully concentrating on the road, but staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"That was so cool." He said smiling.
"Eyes on the road."
"SHIT! sorry."
PRECAP~~ He looked at her, "You are secrectly enjoying this.right?" She smirked back at him. "yeah, A little bit."
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Edited by Harshitabedi - 12 years ago
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