EP 2

The train arrives at the station. Coolies are competing to get into the train. Everybody

rushes out of the train except me. I am struggling with my bag and suddenly I tumble on tothe platform, head over heels. Shit! I just fell from the train. God! Can I do this any better?

****, ****, **** …

Before I can manage to get up myself, a hand comes through the crush of bodies to my

rescue. Without looking at who it was who offered to help me get up, I grab that hand andpull myself up. Having stood up, I immediately start brushing my clothes. Then I look up tothank the man who helped me … I’m struck dumb. He is dangerously handsome.

‘Thank you.’ This is all I manage to say.

He is wearing a white kurta–pyjama. The top buttons of his kurta are unbuttoned. His

perfectly trimmed muscles can be seen; his biceps give the perfect shape to his arms. Is henot feeling cold? May be he is already too hot.

Suddenly his voice breaks the spell, ‘Are you okay?’

‘Yes, thank you again,’ I say, hesitant and embarrassed.

‘How many times I have to tell you to be careful!’ chides Mom.

My brother is laughing as usual. Now he has got my ‘new train scandal’ to talk about for

at least this month.

I then realize that Sharma Uncle’s family has been there all this time. And the handsome

man is none other than his one and only son. I still don’t know his name. Now this is more

embarrassing.

‘Please give me your bag,’ he says softly.

‘No, I can manage,’ I muttered.

‘Yes, I have seen that already,’ he grins as he almost snatches my bag from me.

Soon we are in their car—an Endeavor. It is cozy inside. He is driving the car and I can

feel butterflies in my stomach. I still don’t know his name.

Finally we have arrived at the farmhouse. It is beautiful, completely surrounded by

nature. The entrance gate is covered with some kind of flowering creeper. There is a

nameplate: SHARMA’S RESIDENCE. The building itself is breathtakingly gorgeous. Couldthere be anything else that one can want in life?

We are in our separate rooms now. I am feeling very sleepy so I just snuggle under my

quilt and sleep.

When I wake up, it’s dark outside. Looking out the window, I’m trying to recollect my

thoughts and then I realize that this is not my room. I get up and go downstairs to the main

hall.

Everybody is there having dinner. Crap … I realize I slept all day.

‘Come, dear, have dinner,’ said Aunty.

Mrs Sharma is a beautiful lady and anybody can see where her son gets his good looks

from.

Mr Perfect is also there, sitting beside my mom and talking about his work. Huh, what

attitude … He didn’t even notice me? As if I care …After dinner, we return to our rooms. Now everybody is going to sleep when I’m wideawake …

Thank God I have my laptop with me.

Somebody knocks at the door. ‘May I come in?’

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