FF-Hum Tum:) chapter 23 on pg 96...NEW UPDATE***** - Page 4

Pia finally finished with the work and went to join her friends; she sat down next to Misha. It was nearing lunch time and her mother had already called out to them twice to come eat. But they didn't even have enough energy to walk over to the house that was just 9 feet away. So all three were sitting in silence in a now clean room, recovering from their exertions.

The stillness was broken by Ruhi, who said, "So these two people who are moving in?tell us about them..."

"They are Dobriyal uncle's friends?.Shaurya Singh and his nephew."

"What's the nephew's name?"

"I don't know, uncle didn't say?"

"How old is he?"

"I think uncle said he is 18."

Misha sat up with more interest and asked enthusiastically, "Any idea if he is good looking?"

"I didn't ask uncle that," Pia said dryly, "I'm sorry I forgot the importance of that question."

Both Laughing😆...

The expensive-looking black car, aflame in the first rays of the morning sun, purred along a beautiful road that had forests on both sides. It had two passengers. One, a very distinguished looking middle aged man, was sitting next to the driver. The other passenger, a young boy, was sitting alone in the back seat. The car was nearing the outskirts of Dehradun.

The driver had been hired from the nearest metro, which was very far away. His instructions were to drop the passengers at Dehradun, return to the metro and drop the car at a specific address.

"Stop the car," the boy commanded.

The driver immediately pulled the car over to one side. He had learnt early in the trip that it was in his best interests to do as the boy wanted without a second's delay and without asking any questions.

The boy, dressed in a white shirt and jeans, disembarked and walked over to the front of the car, surveying his surroundings, and leaned against the bonnet, with his arms crossed. The gray-haired, middle aged man also got out of the car and stood at a respectful distance from the boy.

Is something the matter, my lord," the older man asked deferentially.

"How long before we reach the house," the boy asked with his eyes on the road ahead.

"Around two hours, my lord."

The boy turned his head very slightly towards his right, where the driver, who had also hurriedly gotten out of the car, was standing very nervously and said coldly, "Leave us for a few minutes."

"I am perhaps asking this of you for the hundredth time, Shaurya Baba.?you have to stop me calling 'lord' in private also," he said irritably. "You know I hate it when you call me that. And someday it might slip out in front of others too."

"I am aware of your dislike; I will not do it again. I am sorry, my lord," the senior man said quietly, then caught the boy's glare and gave a rueful smile at having just repeated the mistake.

So far, we have somehow managed to maintain the act that I am your nephew. And now we are going to a new town where they have been informed of our relationship. Don't you think people will wonder why my mother's brother is calling me 'my lord'," the boy asked, frustrated.

"I will be careful henceforth, I promise."