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We finished our snacks and moved out from the same cafe once again.
"I have brought my car today because you don't know how to cross the road." He said. It sounded childish similarly like -i have got a straw for you since you dont know how to sip coldrink.

"I will not go in that car to my hostel gate." I announced. Knowing the best outcome it would have.
"Get in miss attitude. I will drop you somewhere near your hostel" he rebuked.

I resisted though i wanted to go inside that cozy car. He held my wrist with one hand, opened the door with the other and squeezed me inside the car. Slammed the door shut and within few seconds he was beside me. he did not gave me any time to move out from the car. "Sit quitely till you reach." He said. I felt like a helpless child mere following instructions. The moment he touched the steering wheel I held his palm. He was not accustomed to frequent touch from me. He looked confused. If he could hold my hand as and when he wanted, why not I?

"Farha, let me drive." He said but his eyes stated a diffent tale. He didn't withdrew his hand. That was a vivid sign of his affection for me.
I turned his hand and felt his palm. Moving my fingers from the end of his wrist to the tip of his fingers. "Your hands are jagged, why so?" I said musing how his rough hands had a tender effect on my heart.

"I write poetry and my syllables are sharp." He said. A grave look from his face made me sick.
"Really?" I said.
He withdrew his hands and said, "No, I am joking. I play tennis in the evening and it is because of that." He started driving. "I have an idea. Why dont you join me in the evening to play tennis? We meet almost everyday and instead of wasting time like this we can be productive. You'll lose some weight too." He chuckled at the last line.

My eyebrows met and eyes glared at him. "So I am wasting your time. And you called me fat." I said furiously.
"Oh my God, you need a phycastrist, Farha. I didn't mean that. People are right - All girls are the same." His prejudice against girls stung me like a bee.
"Tell me the truth, how many of them have you tried." I made a snappier retort.
"Shut up or else i will throw you out of my car." He looked cross.
I decided not to give up like the last time. "It is not your car, but your firm's. I wont get out and by the way you dragged me in. So drive it to my hostel as you promised." I was adamant. I knew my statement was baseless but I wanted to win the feeble argument.
"You are insane. Trust me farha." He laughed.
"Yeah, i trust you. Now concentrate on driving." I said, concluding the trivial fight.

He dropped me a few meters away from the gate and now i had to walk. I got out of the car.
"Tomorrow be ready at 4 pm. I will pick you up from the cafe." He said.
"Are you serious about it?" I said.
I was not at all interested in playing tennis knowing that how bad I was in sports and he was just the contrary.

"Yes, I am." He said. Combing his hair with his fingers and victorious smile ornamented his face.

This symbol of superiority ignited a fire of revolt in me. "I'll be there." I confirmed.
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*Ayan writes poetry? Will Farha take it seriously?*
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