Note : This would present Deblan's conversation on the journey back home , with the police after the riot. And yeah there was no confusion or argument between them.
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On the way to Debjani's home , Dylan texted Mr. Mirchandani - " Who have you finalised as the news reader for the new program News at 6 ? "
After a second his cell phone beeped and he checked the reply - " Nobody yet , was waitin 4 u to help me decide. "
He typed again , " Well then , it wud be Debjani Thakur , the newcomer . Remember ? She is deserving. "
The reply , " Yeah I remember. And okay. Trust ur decisions."
He thanked Mr. Mirchandani and kept the phone back. He thought it would be better to surprise her the next day. She would be so happy and maybe she could hug him , again. No .He decided and put a stop to that thought immediately.
When he turned to Debjani , anybody could tell she wanted to say something but was holding back.
He said ," Say it, You wouldn't be able to hold it for long." He was amused at her surprised look but tried not to smile.
" When would I get to read the news Sir? You told me if I proved my talent you would let me " .
"Prove it girl , and I would surely let you " , he said cutting her off.
She seemed angry and he thought that made her look adorable . He reminded himself she was a colleague , really silly sometimes ,so what if she was beautiful , brave , and talented as well , he shoudn't think about her. He blamed last night's chaos for this. " I am losing my mind " , he thought , "or maybe falling for her ", his inner voice suggested.
" What ? ", the sudden , loud and clearly irritated voice of Debjani made his heart skip a beat.
" Did I voice it out ? ", he thought .To be sure he asked " What ? What ?' ".
"What shall I do to prove myself ?" , she asked with a frown.
He sighed in relief that she had no idea about his traitorous thoughts, and joked " Let's play a game. You defeat me and I allow you to be a news reader" .
"Alright , which game ?" , she inquired taking it seriously.
He chuckled and said " It was a joke , silly girl ".
"I didn't find it one ", was her curt reply.
He could bet she muttered "villain". After a pause of few seconds she said excitedly , " Tongue twisters ".
" And what about them ?" asked Dylan, raising an eyebrow.
" I'll tell you a tongue twister and you will have to repeat it thrice within thirty seconds. And if you lose ".
"There's nothing I can't do ", he challenged , before she could complete her sentence.
"Deal then ?",she asked, and he nodded his head in response.
Advising him to listen properly , she went for the first twister slowly for him to understand and remember " I thought a thought. But, the thought , I thought , was not the thought , I thought , I thought " .
"Easy " , he said.
"Oh really ? Let's hear you then ", she said with a smirk.
" Sure ", he said and then began " I thought a thought. But ,the thought I thought , was.. was.. ".
Forgetting the last part completely , he ended it with ," was the wrong thought ". And with that , along with her the other two policemen occupying the driver's seat and the one on the front , burst into laughter.
" What ? " , he argued , " you purposely chose the confusing one " .
" Twisters are like that , Smarty " . " Do you already accept defeat , or " .
" Not at all , tell me the next " , he demanded.
" Okay. Sir " , Debjani teased and told him the next twister. " Red lorry, Yellow lorry , Blue leather " .
He gave a confident smile as if it was nothing.
Reminding that he would have to repeat it thrice within thirty seconds , she counted for him " One. Two. Three. Start ".
With a nod he started , " Red Lorry , Yellow Lorry , Blue Leather . Red Lorry, Yellow lorry , Blue Leather. Led Ro.. " . And this set the other three into another round of laughter.
" I have one more chance " , he reminded Debjani .
She thought for a while and said , " Do you have a problem with repeating names ? " .
" Not , if they are short " , he answered .
" Okay . It is Peggy Bebcock " , she said , and to make it easy , spelled it out for him , " P.E.G.G.Y. Peggy and B.E.B.C.O.C.K Bebcock " .
She asked him if he got the name and he nodded in agreement. " Well then , the twister is - Peggy Bebcock , Peggy Bebcock , Peggy Bebcock " Debjani said .
Dylan repeated it mentally while she counted for him and then he began , " Peggy Bebcock , Peggy Bebcock , Pebby Beg.. ". " Damn it " , he cursed , " this is horrible " .
When he turned to her , she was already vibrating with laughter. The cool morning breeze playing with her curls , making them fall on her face made a beautiful image which would remain imprinted in his memory forever.
A small smile made its way onto his face , and he thought it wasn't bad to lose sometimes. " You may laugh " , he told Debjani and that she did.
Then she asked ," So, when do I get to be a news reader ? " . " I would let you know the next day . Okay ? " , said Dylan .
" Perfect " , she answered beaming with joy.
" We have reached your home Miss Debjani " , informed the inspector.
Thanking the inspector she got down from the jeep . Dylan could not stop but smile when she turned to say , " See you , Sir " , and waved him goodbye.
The vehicle took towards Dylan's home. Debjani had definitely proved her talent and changed his opinion of her. Smiling , as if talking to himself , he said , " I thought a thought. But, the thought , I thought , was not the thought , I thought , I thought " .
The inspector turned to him surprised , " You knew it ? Why didn't you repeat it that time ? " .
" No, I didn't know it. I uh.. uh.. just uh.. " , he tried to defend himself , but lost miserably , and gave a sheepish grin .
" I get it. She s sweet. You guys look great together. " said the inspector .
" You , inspector, are no less than my mother " , was all he said in mock anger , his smile saying otherwise.
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