Unrealistic Reality

PART 1

Sanyukta POV
         Bang! 'What the--?' I sharply turned my head by 180 degrees to look at the bastard who had banged his/her damn car with my baby. No I don't have a real 'baby'  but my car is no less than a baby for me. Okay, back to the present situation. I saw that the person in the car behind me made no attempt whatsoever to come out and apologize. This got on my nerves and I could no longer control my anger. 'Kutta kahinka,' (kutta means a dog) I muttered under my breath and stormed out of my car. I walked straight to the car and stood there, hoping that the sonofabitch inside would care to get out and apologize. Seeing him  busy on his bloody phone, I became restless and tapped on his window.

THE MAN IN THE CAR's POV:
      
        'Oh shit!' I banged my car straight into the one in front of me. This is what happens when you talk on the phone while driving.

        'What happened?!' Parth asked me on the phone. Oh yes. I had totally forgotten parth was still on the line. And parth is my best friend, by the way.

        'Shit dude. I banged my car into someone else's!'

        'What the--? Tu kabhi nahi sudhrega! (You will never change) Now go and say sorry dammit!'

        'Oh teri! She is walking in this direction!'

        'She? Who?'

        'Abe car waali!' (Female car owner)

        'Car WAALI huh?' he said in a mocking tone.

        'Knock. Knock. Knock.' I look up to see someone knocking on my window.

        'Shit! She's here. Talk to you later!' I immediately disconnected the call and looked up at the girl tapping continuously on my window. I froze there for a minute. She.Was.So.Damn.Hot! I got out of the car to get a closer look of  her. She had an incredible complexion, straight black hair, naturally pink lips and eyes... Black eyes.. In which I could get lost for forever...

        'Excuse me?' she said, crazily waving her hands in front of my face.

        Back to Earth, RANDHIR SINGH SHIKHAWAT, I said to myself. I decided to wait for her to recognize me before replying. Seeing no change of expression on her face, I realized she didn't recognize me.

        'Yes?' I said finally, removing my sunglasses. Maybe now she'd recognize me? Yes, I know. I was hoping against hope. or maybe I was too arrogant to think that every other person knew me. I think I should accept the fact that I'm maybe not that famous after all.

        'Kutte Kamine... How dare you hurt my baby!  Do you...'

        'Baby?' I cut her off in the  middle.  Now please don't tell me SHE has a damn BABY of her own.

        'Yes, I mean my car.  She's my baby. Look at what you did to her!'

        A smile crossed my face.  Thank God she doesn't have a freaking BABY! Now wait, why am I thinking about this now? I should probably be listening to her 'rant' right now...and I did. This was going to be fun...