13. HUMSAFAR

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By one of the best Shraman writer
crazypiya

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Humsafar

Chalo chalo apna haath do... a voice came which broke shravan's trance...
He was standing near the door of this ac compartment...

Like a wind she was running matching her steps to catch the train...
Are aise dekhhh kya rahe hooo.... hath do apna... her voice echoed
Ohhhh yaaa. As soon as he understand the situation he extended his arm
She hold his hand it fits perfectly...and with a pull she landed on his chest.....

Shravan closed his eyes as the her scent hits his nostril. The adrenaline of his body rushes through his heart and he could not feel anything except dhak dhak dhak dhak...
As soon as they realize their situation they broke the hug..
Observing the beauty infront of his eyes he inahaled a deep breath

Sorry.... n thanxxxx she said collecting herself..

Control shravan..his mind screamed..behave yourself

Looking at him she spoke Are ajeeb admi ho tum.yaar

Huh....shravan asked as he didn't understand

.ek ladki tumhe thanx bol rahi  hai aur tum aise bhoot banke khade ko...suman mimicked his pose

Ohhhh sorrry ....i mean u r welcome....
Shravan said embarrassingly...

Ok ok thik hai ..thik hai.... by the way tumne mujhe hug kyun kiya??? Suman asked rolling her eyes..

Whattttt????? Shravan asked as he couldn't believe that some random girl is accusing him.

Kya whaat.... ha? Maine tumhe bola mujhe haath do ...tumne diya.. maine bola ke pull. Tumne pulll kiya.. par maine thodi bola tha ke hug me???? To phir tumne mujhe hug kyun kiya... bolo bolo...??? Suman asked

For ur kind information maine tumko hug nahi kiya tum train pe chadh te huye mere upar giri.. n u hugged me misss...i don't know ur name.... shravan waved his hand

Thik hai...thik hai... or haaan mere naam jaanne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai...
Suman twisted her lips...mujhe zyada gale padu type ladke bilkul nahi pasand..jitna bolu bas utna suno...

Shrvan was looking ar her unbelievably

Aise kutubminar banke samne rahega to log iske upar hi to girenge. She murmured

Excuse me???? Shravan scrunched his eyebrows

Suman made faces

Unbelievable..shravan mumbled

Oye.....she called him. kahan jaa rahe ho????
Suman asked as she found him turning aroung and entered the ac buggy.

Andar jaa raha hu.. kuchh der aur khada raha to tum bologi ke main tumhe ghoor raha hu.. so bye.. shravan said pushing the door

Suman silently followed him inside..

As she realized that it was a quiet empty coach.. some people are there but most of the seats are unoccupied...
She found him seated on a side lower berth

She seated infront of him...

Shravan was sitting putting his elbow on the window.. resting his lips on his finger but his eyes were on her...

Observing her from top to bottom he realised one thing that she is in her mid twenties.. fair ..with sharp features..undoubtedly very beautiful...

With busy scedule in london he couldn't get time to get in touch with his extended family.. so here this time after coming back to india finally he managed to visit his favorite cousin pushkar
Normally he travelled by air.. but this time he preferred train.. it has been a long time tht he travelled in train... so he was memorizing their childhood holiday trips.. long journey with his uncle aunty in train..how they used to play antakshari.... he clearly remembers once their elder cousin varun got a walkman for his 10th birthday.. it excited them so much.. all of them used to have 15 mins of their turn for the walkman...
Life was so simple then... but it was full of fun... he seriously missed those days..
Suddenly the urge to smoke took him outside of the coach near the entrance..it was some station he didn't notice.. as its not that famous..leaning on the door frame he just finished his cigarette and tossed it outside... when the engine started...then everything changed.. as he found a girl wearing a purple kurti with a bag like potato sack from her right shoulder is running towards him..trying to catch the train... screaming haath do...

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