IshRa SS - Crossroads Chapter 15 Pg 88 *CONCLUDED* - Page 3

Amazing. The end kiss was unexpected. Haha, way to go Raman.

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~CHAPTER 3~

Ishita stood stock-still, her body going numb with shock. It was as if her brain had stopped functioning altogether, as she struggled to collect her thoughts. It wasn't until a few seconds had passed that her mind registered the fact that she was pushed up against his hard chest, with his arms around her and his warm lips pressing against hers. Out of sheer panic, more than anything else, she brought her hands up against his chest, and pushed him away with all her might.

He staggered backwards and looked back at her flushed face, to realize with embarrassment, the impact of his actions. Hadn't he been trying to explain to her that he wasn't actually making a pass at her?

Way to go, Raman!' he mentally cursed himself.

She felt her blood boil and her heart pound as she stood facing him, unmindful of how cold the wind was, or how wet her clothes were getting in the rain . All she wanted was to punch the living daylights out of him. But before she could react, she heard loud whistles and jeering in the background. She realized, with dawning horror, that everyone around had probably witnessed what had transpired between them. Sure enough, when she turned, she saw that a crowd had gathered and all of them were either clapping or whistling at them.

"Oye!" They spotted Jassi aunty and her husband among the crowd, their anger evident on their faces. Her husband began shooing off all those who had gathered, while Jassi aunty stormed towards Ishita and Raman.

"Look, you two, I understand that you both are going through some problems, but this.. this is unacceptable, especially in my dhaba. Do you get that? Go get a hotel room, if you want, but I won't tolerate any of this here!"

"Aunty, it's not what it looks like.." Ishita tried to explain, mortified, and looked towards Raman for some help, but he stood by silently, scowling at her.

"Not what it looks like? I am in a good mind to call the police here right now."

Ishita looked at her, alarmed.

"Jaspreet, calm down," intervened her husband who had walked over to where they stood. "They're kids. Leave it."

"How can I? Either it's those hooligans or it's people like them!" She pointed towards Ishita and Raman. "If we keep entertaining such riff-raff, we'll be forced to close down soon!"

Raman shook his head in frustration, and walked off wordlessly, leaving Ishita to deal with the annoying couple.

"Aunty, I'm really sorry. It won't happen again." Ishita tried to placate them, "I'll go now. My bus is about to leave, anyway." She walked away hurriedly, feeling miserable about the whole incident. How had she gotten entangled in this mess in the first place? She spotted Raman at a distance, leaning against a car. She wished she could teach him a lesson somehow. But she couldn't afford to miss her ride, and she also wanted to avoid creating another scene, so she moved towards the bus, albeit reluctantly.

Raman kicked his car tyres in annoyance. His front tyre was as flat as it could be and to make matters worse, the light, breezy drizzle had given way to a steady downpour. Changing the tyre himself in such weather was not something he willing to do, and waiting for a mechanic was not something he had the patience for. He didn't want to be stuck in this god-forsaken place, especially after what had just happened. He saw the bus standing nearby, and figured that it was his only escape route. He approached the conductor who was busy ushering the passengers inside and enquired, "Bhaiyya, where is this bus going to?"

"Going to Mumbai, saab"

"Acha, can I get a ticket now? Actually, my car broke down, and I need to get there urgently."

The conductor looked at him thoughtfully and replied, "Okay saab, there is just one seat available. You can come along. But full payment lagega, saab."

"Not a problem," he replied, relieved that at least something was going his way.

He quickly called his office and arranged to get his car picked up, while getting into the bus.

The conductor got in behind him, and pointed his seat to him. Scanning the area, he looked towards his seat, and for the hundredth time that day, he cursed his fate.

Of course! The only seat available, and it had to be next to her!'

"Can I get another seat?" he asked the conductor in a low voice.

"Kya saab, pehle hi bola tha na. All other seats are occupied"

"Okay, okay. I'll take it."

She was looking out the window and hadn't seen him yet, so he slipped in quietly next to her. She turned as she sensed a movement near her, and her eyes widened when she saw him beside her.

"Are you following me now?" She hissed at him, while moving away from him at the same time, trying to keep a safe distance between them.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"For the last time, I have no such intentions!"

He tried to subdue her before she could blast him again. "Listen, I'm really sorry about before. But my car broke down on me and now this is the only way I can get out of here, and to Mumbai. So please don't create a scene here."

She looked at him skeptically, as though expecting him to jump her any second.

"Fine..But on one condition. You won't speak to me, you won't so much as look at me. And if you try anything funny, I'll get you thrown out of this bus in no time!"

He honestly believed that she would keep her word, and thought it best to stay as far away from her as possible, even if it was just a few inches in this case, because that's as far as the cramped seat allowed him to move.

Ishita looked through the window and saw that the rain was now pouring heavily. She wondered how the driver could see anything in front of him, because from where she sat, all she saw ahead were sheets of rain lashing against the windows. She sighed, and found her thoughts drifting back to the man who had made her take this trip. "Subbu," she muttered as she searched for his name on her phone, and dialled.

Pick up the phone, damn it!' she whispered to herself, helplessly, as her call went unanswered yet again.

Many minutes of silence had lapsed which made her look sideways towards the man beside her with suspicion. He had dozed off, with his arms folded across his chest and his breathing even. His shirt was wet in places, and clung to his body, showing off his taut muscles. Who was this guy? She could guess that he was rich. She didn't know much about cars, but she had seen his, and knew that it had most definitely been a Mercedes. Then there was his mysterious behaviour towards her. He had been rude to her, then had shamelessly kissed her, and now he was here, beside her, claiming that he had nothing to do with her. The sincerity in his tone had caught her off guard, though. Perhaps he was telling the truth, as she saw his face, which now looked innocent and untroubled, devoid of any of his anger from before. Perhaps, she had misunderstood him. Well, in any case, she wouldn't care as long as he kept his word and stayed away from her. She had many more problems to worry about, anyway.

She shivered as she felt a gust of wind blow through a gap in the windows, against her arms. Rubbing her hands together, she remembered that her shawl was in her bag, in the baggage shelf above her. She stood up gingerly, wary of the jerking movements of the bus, and attempted to pull out her bag from the rack. All of a sudden, the bus took a sharp turn, and she swung sideways, her arms clutching the shelf for support. To her dismay, she felt her grip on the rack slacken, making her slip and fall backwards, straight into Raman's lap.

He woke with a start as he felt something fall on him, and he saw her, on his lap, with her eyes closed shut, her face mere inches from his and her arms clasped tightly around his neck. He felt her body sway dangerously as the bus braked and swerved, and his arms automatically went around her waist to support her.

"Ayyo Murugan," he heard her whisper, and tried hard to control the chuckle that threatened to escape him.

"Look who's trying their luck now!" He said to her, keeping his face as straight as possible.

She opened her eyes at him, embarrassed, and moved into her seat as quickly and elegantly as possible, ignoring the women in the seat next to theirs, who wouldn't stop giggling at the two them.

"I slipped!" She gritted her teeth in fury.

"Oh, that's convenient! Anyway, it's a good thing I work out. You see, not everyone can bear your weight." He saw her mouth open and shut a few times, and mentally congratulated himself for finally having won a round against her.

"You're disgusting. No, not just disgusting...you're rude, obnoxious, mannerless..."

He smirked as she ranted on, realizing that he was enjoying her company more than he should be. But then he remembered the ring on her finger, and prevented his thoughts from taking that direction. He let out a sigh and prayed for the journey to end as soon as possible.

***

A couple of hours passed by without any incident, apart from those instances when Ishita would mutter random curses under her breath, aimed at Raman. Raman, in turn, could sense her suppressed fury and chuckled silently beside her. Meanwhile, the rain refused to let up and he was worried as to how much it would stall their journey. He got up from his seat and went to enquire with the driver.

As he went up to the front, he noticed that a few passengers along with the conductor were gathered around an elderly man.

"Oh teri," exclaimed the conductor, "You are absolutely right sir! I had run away from home when I was 16. But how did you guess that?"

The old man laughed and replied, "It wasn't a guess. The lines on your palm told me!"

Another guy extended his palm to him and spoke excitedly, "Sir, I've been trying to clear the UPSC exams since the past two years. Please, can you tell me if I'll crack the test this time?"

The man held his palm and after a few moments of silence, replied to him, "I'll be honest with you, boy. There's no sun line on your palm. You might be hardworking but you'll always run out of luck when you need it the most."

Raman let out a scoff, and the man looked up at him.

"And what, may I ask, amuses you, son?"

"I'm sorry sir, but I don't think it's fair on your part to discourage the boy in such a manner. Especially on the basis of some meaningless lines on his palm!" Raman retorted with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Meaningless lines, you say?" said the man with a gleam in his eyes. He loved it when someone challenged his theories. "Would you mind if I took a look at your hand?"

Raman was about to refuse when he said, "Come on...Humour me, beta!"

He held out his hand reluctantly, and the man stared at his palm wordlessly for a few moments.

"Son, I see a lot of wealth and success in your life. And oh..you have one of the strongest heart lines that I have ever seen! You will have love in its truest form in your life."

Raman pulled his hand away in anger.

"I only told you what I see, son." explained the man, "True love is your destiny."

Raman shook his head, irritated, and was about to move back to his seat when he was suddenly distracted by something on the road. His eyes widened in horror, as he saw a truck, speeding towards their bus from the opposite direction. Before he knew it, the driver had turned left, and he saw, as if in slow motion, as the bus veered off the road, and onto the dirt, causing the tyres to skid uncontrollably, before he finally felt the bus overturn. His feet lifted off the floor and he was hurled onto the side of the bus due to the impact, and then everything went black...

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Oh my god ..this is amazing..I cant stop reading..you write beautifully😊😊

Superb neethi. Destiny bringing them together again & again.. An accident happened at last it seems. cont soon yaar..