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" The number you are trying is currently switched off."
I had been dialling his number since morning after i realised that I left my shopping bag in his car. I was helpless and agitated. How could i be so stupid. He teased me while he left me at the hostel gate and he wont spare me if i meet him the next time. First I decided not to call but then i remembered i spent 500 rupees on my undergarments and i wont let it go waste. Why to be ashamed of asking your own things. Just because i am a girl i dont have to apologise or feel embarrased for every trifle thing. But all efforts futile. The number printed on card was his old city number and i had no other way to catch hold of him. I let it go. Both Ayan and my 500 rupees.

In the evening, i was called by the matron to the office. I reached downstairs and couldn't believe the sight. Ayan was standing with my shopping bag. I literally wanted to run away. I quitely turned back and tip toed to my room.
The matron shouted, "Farha, please collect your bag. The salesman from the mall brought it back for you. Thankgod you filled the feedback form otherwise they wouldnt be able to track you. Take care of your things and say thank you to him."
I couldnt lift up my eyes. A weak smile hovered my lips as i took the bag from him. Thank god it was packed, dont know what the matron would think if she saw the things inside.
"Thank you" i said. He kept quite and retreated his way back. As he went i could see the open jaws of my fellow mates. "Aww he is so handsome. He came for you?" One of them enquired.
"Shut up you fool, havent you seen a man before. Dont stare at him, he is a salesman and came to return my things that i left in the mall." I wanted to punch hard on her face for eyeing my man.

After i reached my room, i quickly tore the seal and turned the bag upside down. I wanted to make sure if all my things were there despite knowing that he wont dare to take anything out from that nasty bag of clothes. A crumpled peice of paper slipped featherly on top, like a cherry on the cake.
"Sorry, i shouldn't have said that." and his mobile number scribbled beneath that note. So he is a real gentelman, not a roadside romeo. That is why he didn't replied to my "thank you". He was more embarassed than i was. I never wanted things to turn out this way. I screwd everything. But then, he gave me his number, why? Did he wanted me back in his life? Series of question again echoed in my brain and i decided, this time i wont let him slip away. I will have all my answeres from him. Let the time speed up and i need to fasten my seat belt for this awaited drive of life.
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*So what next? Is Ayan interested in Farha?*
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