Thrist

3

" Meri zindagi mein Tera ana koi ittfak nhi tha "

( your arrival in my life was not a coincidence)

Yash drove his car to his office like always, his mind was on his 'eyes girl' as he put his shades on.

Yeah he started to call the girl of his dreams as ' miss eyes ' because he only remembered eyes of that girl.

He turned on the radio as he switched channeles as he concentrated on the road ahead.

" kehte hai har insaan harmari zindagi mein kisi wajah ke Saath aata hai kuch log Humari zindagi ka wajah ban jate hai aur kuch... Kuch ek inthaan ban kr jate hai.. Toh dosto is baare mei aap sab ka kya Kehna hai Hume zaroor bataye aur suniye Ye gana.... " the RJ spoke as Yash's mind concentred on the his words.

( it's said that every person comes in our life with a reason some people become the reason of our lives and some... Some become a test in our lives.. So friends do tell us your views on this and listen is song)

Yash could not help but relate himself to the words of the RJ, he does not remember a thing, he does not have any idea who she is but he believes, thier union is written in destiny then it will happen... Does not matter how but it will.

Suddenly smoke started to come out of the car as Yash got confused as he stopped the car and got out as he shut the door of his car.

He opened the bownut of his car but coughed as heavy smoke came out of his car.

" oh God I have a meeting in a few minutes and here this damn had to broke now only " Yash said frustrated.

'Yash there's nothing we can do about it now and the meeting is important let's catch a taxi ' his mind said, he couldn't help but agree.

He dailed the number of his secretary as he took out his laptop and blazer from the back seat of his car before locking it.

" taxi! Taxi! " he called taxi a few times but non of it stopped, he was getting really late so he decided to go for auto-rickshaw.

" rickshaw! " he shouted for a rickshaw he heard a faint voice but ignored it and sat inside the rickshaw

" Haan Bhaiya Chaliye " he heard a lady as he looked around and found her sitting beside him.

( yes brother drive)

The lady was dressed in a simple white business suit with her brown hair with a hint of red down her shoulders with a file in her hand he could not see with her perfection would be a white lie but at that moment he was concered about something more important.

" Ji saheb kaha Jana hai Aapko? " the auto-rickshaw driver asked Yash in native language.

( yes sir, what you want to go?)

" that I will tell you but first please let this lady out of here I need to reach somewhere urgently " he said as he got settled in the rickshaw.

" what do you mean by throw this lady out.... I called this rickshaw first the driver will drop me first " the lady said as she looked at Yash with a angry expression.

Her big brown mesmerizing eyes were hypnotising him, his gaze lingered over her pointed botton nose and pink plump lips.

He never thought a woman can be this beautiful just a lip gloss, yeah he knew she only used lip gloss because they were sitting close enough to notice each other's features.

' concentrate Yash! ' his mind screamed at him as he got out of his thoughts.

The lady was looking at him with fire in her eyes and her next words angered her.

" mannerless people " she mummered under her breath as she looked at the driver who was looking at both of them with a confused expression.

" what did you just say? " he thundered as he looked at the lady.

She looked at him with wide eyes as if she wasn't saying for him to listen but then composed herself as she said " what I said is my problem you just get off this rickshaw "

" why shall I, you get off this rickshaw " he fired back.

" Bhaiya (brother) I will pay you double just get this irritating person off your rickshaw " she said as he looked at her with shocked expression on his face.

( she called him brother as it is the way people address taxi or rickshaw drivers in India)

" I will pay you triple... Just start the rickshaw I'm getting late for my meeting " he said as he looked at his watch with a worried expression.

" don't you know bribing is a crime, how can you bribe him...bhaiya I'm telling you this person is not good get him off and plz start driving " she balbured turning the blame on him.

" what the f--- get off right this instant " he yelled.

The driver was constantly trying to say something but thier fight was not stopping.

" a few moments ago you yourself was bribing him and now you're saying I'm the bad guy here.... You traitor... Listen I think you are the bad person here, you do look like one... Bhaiya get her off I don't know what she will do if she get your hands on this rickshaw... " Yash said whatever came in his mind.

The lady looked at him with surprised look, she came back to her senses when she heard his last line, " who knows perhaps she'll abduct you and throw you out somewhere " he said.

" what the heck? Is this what you think of me? " she questioned looking straight in his eyes.

" you look like one what can I say " he said in an amused tone as he looked at her from toe and irritate her more he shook his head like he was disappointed.

" mere baare mei Bolne se phele Apni shakal ko aaine mei Dekhiye aap jaakar... Ye toh shakal Se hi chor lagte hain bhaiya.. Inki baato Mei mat aana aap.. Aapko toh pata hi hoga aise Bandar jaisi shakal waale log aaj Kal Achchhe bhale insaan ka kya kar dete hai " she gave him her stupid lecture in sach a tone that even the driver give a second thought like look to Yash.

( look at your own face before you speak of mine... He looks like a thief from his face brother.... Don't fall for his lines... You know na how these monkey face people do with good people nowadays)

Yash's jaw dropped as he looked at her bewildered.

" Tumne Mujhe chor kaha? " he asked in anger.

( you called me thief?)

She gave him a smirk before she said " Nahi maine Aapko Bandar kaha "

( no I called you a monkey)

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efore both of them could say something else the auto-rickshaw driver said " kripa karke Chup kariye aap dono !" he shouted

( kindly keep quiet both of you)

Shayra and Yash looked at each with a hard gaze before diverting to the driver.

" kaha Jana hai Aapko? " he asked.

(where do you want to go?)

" konot place " both of them spoke together as they looked at each other with surprise written on their faces before they get back thier fight mode.

( konot place is commercial area in Delhi, India)

" you both want to go to the same place, I'll drop you both but please stop with your fight " the driver said as he started the auto-rickshaw.

Yash placed his laptop bag and blazer in between them as he sat comfortably.

Shayra also put her file and her bag on the top of his things which she was hold by her right hand until then.

" pick your things back " Yash snapped.

" why? is there your name written here so that I can't put my things here (she pointed her finger) this is common space, as much as you can use it so can I " she argued back.

Yash huffed in anger as he took out his phone and started scrolling through it, Shayra peeked at him as to know what he was doing.

Yash felt her gaze on him as he looked up and caught her peeking at him.

Shayra turned her face in other direction and started looking out at the street they were driving through.

' cute ' Yash heart whispered with a chuckle but he chose to ignore it and got back to reading his file which was saved on his mobile phone.

In between the way he noticed how uncomfortable the lady looked because of things kept between them, and as you know our Yash is not that heartless so he picked his things in his hand and kept his things on his lap.

Shayra looked at him but sat comfortably as tgere was enough space now.

" your destination has arrived " the auto-rickshaw driver announced as Yash and Shayra got off the rickshaw.

" Kitna Hua " Shayra asked as she searched for money in her bag.

( how much)

Yash rolled his eyes on her middle class behavior and pulled out a note of Rs. 100 put of his wallet.

" 80 Rs. " the driver replied as Shayra gave him a note of 50 Rs and two notes of 20 Rs.

" chutta do " Shayra asked as she forwarded her hand

( give me the change)

" I don't have a change madam " the driver replied, Shayra was just about to argue with the driver when Yash placed a 100 rupees note on his hand as he took back a 20 Rs note from his hand and placed it in Shayra's.

" don't give the poor driver a headache " Yash said with attitude as he pulled his shades out of his pocket and wore them.

Shayra made a irritated face but before she could say something in argument Yash hurried to the way of his office.

Shayra shrugged as she walked in the other direction.