A snippet of my imagination...
She took some time to get ready..what to do...she had already kept this saree out with matching Jewellery and knew she would have to change her hair...it took some time,,but she is glad with the outcome. She looks into the mirror and doesn’t know what got into her, she takes a selfie and texts it to Abhi...and regrets it immediately. She smiles at herself, hits her head and chides herself “main pagal hun..main kya soch rahi thi??”
She puts the phone away and starts to clean up the bed and fold the clothes and keep away the Jewellery she had worn. Just as she was making final touches, she checks her phone..he didn’t even bother responding ..hmph..she chides herself ..serves her right,,got excited over nothing..and then impulsively she calls him
Aapko mera message milaa..
Haan milaaa.. he grins with one hand on the steering wheel turning into her home
Toh phir phone kyu nahi kiya?
Phone Karke kya karta? He smiles opens the door and shuts the car..about to lock it,,leans on his car and whispers into his phone tum itni khatarnak lag rahi thi..Maine socha aa hi Jaata hun...mere fugii ke paas”
Chodiye..Baatein mat banayiye..ek minute..she hears the doorbell again..main phone rakh rahi hun..koyi Aaya hai,,aur mujhe dair ho rahi hai
She opens the door ..He enters picks her up.,.takes her phone and his and flings it on the table..carries her to the bedroom and shuts the door with his foot...

