Chapter 3

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The Pass

Where the chef stands, calls tickets, garnishes and inspects plates before sending them to the dining room.


The scorching heat was vanishing away as the sun would be ending its journey after sometime. Safiya liked her lunch with her head chef, Kirtika Rane. She didn't know how much time they spent on their meal while getting to know each other. Maybe, two to three hours. She was an easy going lady and seeing her nobody could tell that she was on such a high position. Unlike Daiyan Mustufa whose whole being spoke of his arrogance.

Rich snob!

Now it was half past six and she had finally reached near the green park avenue. As usual Safiya's destiny was playing with her. Because there was a strike of buses and she was in no mood to throw her whole money on the taxi drivers. The distance of Salt and Sugar and Green Park Avenue was roughly one hour. She knew how much a cab would cost her that was why Safiya trusted her walking ability.

Kirtika wanted to drop her to her destination but she politely denied her. She too didn't have any idea about the place then how could she take her help. Safiya shoved out her cell phone where Nanna had sent her the address of the house. But her cell phone denied starting.

What a great day!

Safiya began to walk ahead on the road to focus on her mind and to dig out any good idea. The area was posh and only residential buildings were there. Without any trace of shops from where she could call Nanna for the address. What a way to be stuck! There was no one whom she knew here, what she should do.

The darkness was covering everything and Safiya heard the sound of footsteps behind. Silence around her was haunting but she kept walking, trying to ignore those sounds as good as she could. When Safiya felt like she was getting followed, she turned around to see two men who were walking in a clumsy way. Their gaze full of filth and now they had started passing comments on her.

It was not needed to say that those men were out of their senses. Such a posh area and people cheap like hooligans. But Safiya didn't come all the way from Bhopal to Gwalior to get harassed by them. She had to leave her fear aside like every time and get rid of them. There was only one bungalow where there was no security guard and hence her entry would be at ease.

Safiya got into the bungalow, the building was in the middle of a wrap-around lawn. To stand there was clear invitation to trouble. Her gaze found a floor length window whose opening was in the lawn. It was all dark inside meaning there wasn't anybody. She could hid there for the time being to misguide those men. Using her three fingers, she opened the window and quickly vanished behind it.

Now Safiya's heart felt like it would burst out with the amount of anticipation and anxiety. Didn't know whom she hit? Could be one of those hooligan, because who other than a burglar or a thief could come inside from a window?

You!

Right.

The man stood up, his silhouette somewhat imbalanced as he distanced from her. After a while the whole room got covered in white light. Crappy crap! Safiya's breath hitched and she covered her mouth to smother her gasps of bewilderment.

Was it written in her destiny that even if she would spit in Gwalior, it would hit on Daiyan Mustufa's face? Like, who thought it would be Daiyan. Safiya gulped in worry as he was also staring at her with wide eyes. His shock washed away as he lunged forward in a dangerous pace. She quickly closed her eyes, waiting to get hit or get slapped. His face was showing how much angry Daiyan was and he had right to be so, she didn't know how heavy her backpack was until now!

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