Crazzzzzy 4 U (Completed)

2: I'm Here My Love.

Ayesha's POV,
It was just half an hour before the sunrise. My bag was packed with necessary clothes and cash. I tiptoed outside my room. Everyone was sleeping. I quitely checked on my parents. I felt extremely guilty and scared to do this but I had no choice. I have to see him atleast once.

"I'm sorry Mom, Dad. Please don't be mad. I'll be back soon in promise." I whispered and blinked back my tears.

I reached the door and took a deep breath.

"Alright Armaan, I'm coming to meet you. Get ready." I said as I stepped out confidently but still praying that everything might turn alright.

😍😍😍

I took the train from Kharghar where I live to go to my destination Andheri West.

'It's ok.... it's ok Ayesha. You can do it.'
I kept repeating in my head. I got a good window seat. I sat there. The train was almost empty as it's still too early. I was soo excited thinking and picturing how our 1st meeting would be. The wind was soo amazing that I don't know when I fell asleep.

I woke up abruptly from my dream.
'Damn! How long did I sleep. Did I miss my station? Oh no!'

I hastily got up from my sleep. The sun was shining bright. I reached for my bag but it wasn't there.

"Where did my bag go?" I started searching frantically. Up... down... everywhere. Below my seat, below others seat. I troubled all the passengers in my section for my bag but no one cared to even look at me let alone help me. I was crying by now. Did I get robbed. Ya Allah!!!

I even missed the station. I got down on a random station and started crying my eyes out. I was scared, angry... I was uterly confused.

'Allah please help me. I'm scared.'

Crying like this wouldn't do any good. I had 2 options in front of me now.
1- Go back home and explain the situation and never even think about meeting Armaan again.
2- Take the next train, go to Andheri West and meet the love of your life.

I choose option 2.

So firstly I went to the station police to file a complaint. I waited for our till my job was done but Allah only knows when I'll get my back.

Thank God at least I had my phone but I had switched off so that my parents don't call me. I was starving by now but I had no money.

I sat on a bench and blankly stared at my phone waiting for the next train. Suddenly I realised something.
I always keep emergency money in my phone cover! Yes!!!
Thank you Allah!!!

I opened the cover and checked for the money. There was a ₹500 note. More than enough for now.....

I immediately ran to a stall to buy something to eat. I didn't wanted to waste my money so I just bought tea and a pack of biscuits for now.

Armaan's POV,
As bhai and I were bickering about how the music should be. The door opened and Shanaya walked in.

"Hey guys, wassup?" She said came and sat beside me. Too close.

"Hey Shanaya. Looking good." Amaal Bhai said.

"I do right. I bought this dress from Milan last week." She said showing off her short yellow dress.
"Let's take a selfie." She said already taking out her phone before we both could even protest.

"Shanaya, sorry but we are working on our next music. So we'll see you later. K?" I said gently as I could.

"Yeah, Armaan is really stressed right now trying to process how my tune is better than his." Bhai teased.