Falak||An Unusual Romance & The Mumbai Rain *updtd pg30* 13 AUG :P - Page 3

Move Move... A traffic officer in white uniform shouted. Slowly the crowd became thin, & the Jogeswari Crossing is back again to a noisy mood. But the traffic got jamed. To know the reason, officer push the crowd aside locate a pretty thin figure dressed in a white salwar kamiz standing in the middle of road. Though it is raining heavily but anyone can say that she is crying coz of her bloodshot red eyes. Her head bowed downwards & starring at the ground like it is the most precious thing in the world.

A small tap on her shoulder broke her trance. She slowly move to find the source of tap. Its the traffic officer.

Officer: Hello madam, move away. Traffic is jamm coz of you.

She muttered a small sorry & slowly move away wid heavy steps. Some how the officer felt a slight pinch in his heart. So he also slowly stepped towards her.

Officer: Who r you? What is your name? Where r you going? Where u from?

Girl up her heads to notice the elderly figure standing beside her. She can feel concern in his voice.

Girl: Ummm... My name is Zoya... Zoya Farooki. M living in Brouvil with my bestie. Heading towards my work place, locate in Andheri.

Officer: Andheri?! But beta the roads are blocked due to all night rain. Its better if u go back. Bunking one day of work, donot hurt...

He smiled at her, in return she nodded & greet wid a smile.

Back to her appartment, Zoya shot the door wid a loud bang & sank on the floor crying heavily. Her mind saying its impossible, but her heart shouted... 'No its possible & it already happened.'

She slowly get up & dragged her feets towards a big persian mirror in the room. Standing in front & gazing at her own reflection, she choked.

Slowly, raise her hand to her swallon lips. Touched it & trying to feel the warmth against it.

The Touch The Kiss The Voice feeled so real... So pure... SO FAMILIAR...

Is He Back?? But How?? Was she dreaming??
No this was not a dream. But this is Impossible...
HOW CAN BE A DEAD ONE COME BACK TO LIVE??

Her trance broke wid the knock on the door. There is a familiar voice behind the door.

"Zoya... Zoya... Open the door damt..."

Zoya rushed towards the door & open it. As soon as it open, a thin figure rushed into and close door behind wid one hand, while other hand cup Zoya's hand tightly.

She draged Zoya to middle and cup her arms. Shooking her twice a concorned voice came out

"Zoe are you ok?? Tum thik ho na?"

"Relax, Humi. M f9..."

"Oh really Zoya... R u thinking me a fool. U r wet from core, ur eyes r bloodshot red & i can bet on it dat you are crying from hours. Isnt it? And you r telling me, you r fine!! Don't you dare to lieing me Zoya Farooki..."

"Humi, Zinda hun main... M alive, relax."

"Ya i konw dat.. And i know how too"

A bit of silence engrossed the whole apartment. After a pause Humeira make Zoya turn towards her. Cupped her cheeks & brush away the falling tears with her thumb. Make her sit on the bed..

"He is alive Humi... He is back..."

"But how... Do you know Zoe..."

"I don't know Humi... I don't know anythng"

Humeira hugged her best friend tightly. Her best friend, Zoya Farooki known as the most strongest girl; broke down in front of her. Crying her heart out. Her tears make her clothes wet. Tears build up in her eyes too. Slowly carrising her silk hair, she rested head on her forhead.
After a long pause she asked...

"Are you happy... Dat he is back... He is alive..."

To get a replay she look at her to found her asleep. A small smile came to lips. Placing her head carefuly on pillow, kissed lovingly on forhead, cover her with blanket; she muttered a small prayer to divine for keep her angel always happy...

Meanwhile, in a lavish bunglow a handsom figur laied on bed. One look on the structure can make some one suprise with the hotness and sex appeal of the body.

He got up pushed the glass door opening ajar & steped towards the wet floor. Welcoming the falling drops from heaven, he stretched his hands.

"Zoya Zoya Zoya... What u done to me baby... Kya kardia tumne mujhe... Kya bana diya tumne mujhe... Pagal deewana... In a word an obessive worshiper... My soul denies to left my body... Meri Ruh ne Meri Jism ko chod ne keliye saaf inkar kardiya... Zoooyyyaaa... Kya kardiya... Haye..."

Ok, how is this?? I hope i dont keep you much waiting...
Sorry for errors. I didnt make it proof. Well start reading and share your feedback for sure. It is encouraging me... If i get enough likes and comments i'll update next chapter within 2days. So don't forget to give your honest oppinion.

Toh isse pehele u start throwing chappals and tomatos m going to find a safe and sound hiding place 😆

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