Note :That I have been touched by the response to my story is an understatement . I had no intention to write the next part before weekend , but for the proddings of my fellow forumwaasis .
Have penned this part in some hurry ( in about an hour to be precise) , but hope you will like it ...
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PART 4
Her long black hair fell like a silken sheath around her face , now that they were free of the protective head gear , she was compelled to wear in the kitchen.She used them as a shield to avoid any eye contact with the khadoos insaan sitting next to her.
She refused to dwell upon the fact that the khadoos was taking the trouble to drop her home at nearly 2:00 in the morning as it was too confusing for her
He could never decide whether he loved those beautiful long tresses or hated them , as they hid those roshgulla eyes from him.
He had been surprised by the sudden wave of irritation that hit him , when she could smoothly get her seat belt on ,once the seat belt aunty asked them to fasten it. After all in a piece of mechanical wonder that costed him a little over 70 lakhs , one should expect the seat belts to work smoothly.
He switched on the FM, fully expecting the cheesy love guru to be on at this time ..He hated the guru but loved the play list that came along.
"O Mere Dil ke chain ...Chain aaye mere dil ko dua kijiye "..crooned Kishore Kumar in that ever sexy , ever mellifluous voice .He stole a glance at her , she was getting red for some reason.
I always thought Kishore da was a great singer , but I did not know how great till today ..I mean I am floored by that man's genius
She looked at him , surprise making those eyes rounder yet ," Why what did you discover today about Kishore Da"
He has the ability to shut you up...
She opened her mouth to retort and then shut it up . She decided against that approach and again tried to form a response but then again aborted the attempt.
Pata hai aaj mujhe Gilly ki bahut yaad aa rahi hai ,,Shaurya reminisced.
Who is Gilly
Oh Gilly was a Gold fish , that Ma gave me on my 10th Birthday ...who bhi tumhari tarah moonh kholti aur band karti thi.( she also used to open and shut her mouth like you)
His full throated laughter filled the car. His eyes which always seemed to be searing into her soul looked softer , filled with laughter .
She l could not help smiling back , even though the joke was on her.
Mehak wanted to be friends with that 10 year old boy , smiling right in front of her . It still gave her goosebumps when she remembered the sad story of Shaurya's Childhood that Karuna aunty had told her and Kanta Chachi.

Control Mehak control , Yeh Shaurya Khanna hai..isse jyaad sympathetic hone ki zaroorat nahi hai ..he can have the likes of you for breakfast .
Hmm ..kya ..breakfast ??
She bit her toungue , kicking herself mentally for saying that aloud...
Hmm ..kya ..breakfast ??
Mehak bit her toungue , ..

Ms Sharma are you always thinking of food? I mean it does affect your waist line ..you know. He just could not resist teasing her .
So are you calling me fat ..Mr Khanna?
There was no way Shaurya Khanna the most elgiblle bachelor in Delhi was going to let this ordinary girl from Chandni chowk know that he found her attractive . No strike that she was Gorgeous
Well actually ..you know what ..don't answer that , because I truly do not care .
I mean, so what I am fat , but I am talented .I have after all ,without any formal training, managed to land the position of a chef in "The" Shaurya Khanna's restaurant and you know what, I am surviving . Both , the job , and, the man.
She regretted the outburst almost as soon as it was over
The car suddenly came to a screeching halt. The seat belt stayed true to its promise and prevented her from being thrown out of her seat , though she felt the strong jerk.
What do you mean "the man"? His tone had turned icy , the laughter all gone . The line she had crossed was probably now set in his jaw.
"Yeh kahan aa gaye hum ..yoon hi saath saath chalte." Lata di asked in her haunting voice..
I mean I mean ..you do know that..
I know what..Ms Sharma??...and I prefer people to face me when they talk to me...
His hand was under her chin turning her face towards him, while other was resting on the window on her side effectively trapping her to move anywhere but towards him
"Teri Bahon mein o Jaanam ..Mere jism o jaan pighalte " specified Lata Di
You kknow that you are a hhhard task mas..master stammered Mehak ...her bravado all melting as Lata di was instructing.
What hard tasks have I made you do Ms , Sharma ??...his face was now dangerously close to hers ..his thumb was making small circles on her palms and his tone had turned husky,
Umm..in India Super cook.. she lowered her eyes, as she gave the only response she could think of
Oh but that was then ..how are you surviving me now ?
Mehak look at me ..He asked her ..The gentleness in his voice took her by surprise .
She looked up to find herself staring those full lips of his
Do you think you can survive this ? he asked ,as he brought them to rest on hers.


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