The Right Wrong Number✨

♡ Chapter - 28 ♡

(Leave it, let's go buy new ones. And I will give it to the children playing outside too.)

She gave me that classic mother look-the one that says I raised you, I know everything-and smiled. "Jaao. Dono le aao jaakar."

(Go. Go both of you and get them.)

After changing my clothes around Fifteen minutes later, I stepped out into the parking lot and saw her.

Mira.

Standing beside her black Activa, hands on her hips, heels slightly raised as she peeked around the corner.

She looked...

Adorable.

Adorably mine. She always did.

I paused mid-step. The way the sun slightly peeked through the clouds painted her in gold, the curve of her jaw, that one rebellious strand of hair dancing in the breeze-it all hit me at once.

What I had.

Right now.

Right here.

I never wanted to lose her. Not now. Not ever.

Before I could completely dissolve into my own feelings, she suddenly tip-toed forward and yelled my name like a banshee.

"Arjuunnnnn!!"

I flinched so hard, I nearly dropped my car keys. And then laughed.

She giggled like a child, clutching her stomach, and her laughter echoed through the parking lot.

God. That laugh.

Something inside me softened, like butter on warm toast.

Sab theek ho jaayega.

"Kya dekh rahe the?" she asked between giggles.

(what were you looking at?)

I just shook my head, smiling.

She didn't press. Just winked. "Chalein?"

(let's go?)

"Bilkul," I replied, matching her tone.

(Ofcourse,)

She handed me a pastel yellow helmet-mine for the ride-and popped on her baby pink one with flair. And then, as if remembering something crucial, she slapped her forehead.

"Arjuuuunnn!"

I echoed, "Hmmmm?"

Beaming, she said, "Meet Shaanti!"

I looked around, confused. "Kaun? Kahan?"

(Who? Where?)

She grinned and pointed dramatically at her scooty. "Meet Shaanti-meri saathi, meri savari, mera engine wala baccha. Woh jo har jagah mujhe le jaati hai."

I laughed so hard, I had to steady myself on the Activa. "Namaste Shaanti ji. Kaisi hain Shaanti ji?" I said in my best Kabir-from-YJHD impression.

(Hi Shaanti ji. how are you Shaanti ji?)

She stood proudly, replying for the scooty, "Bol rahi hain ki woh theek hain... lekin ab chalna chahiye. Baarish ruki hai but yeh Mumbai ka weather hai... kabhi bhi mood swing ho sakta hai."

(She is saying that she is fine... but we should leave now. The rain has stopped but this is the weather of Mumbai... mood swings can happen anytime.)

Then she added, "Main drive karungi. Tum back seat pe baith jao."