Roommates

Delhi

10.05.2024

"Didi! Batao na!"

My 6 year old cousin pleaded as one of the big ones smacked her head, asking her to leave.

"Sachmein Meher di, baatao bhi."

My male cousin, Nishant asked looking impatient. This people would do anything to make me speak now.

"Kya sunna hai?"

I asked sipping my coffee another time, looking outside the window.

"Woh apko kaise mile?"

"Apko unse pyaar kaise hua?"

"Woh ab kaha hai?"

"Woh bhi apko Mehu bulate kya?"

"Ap logo ne kiss kiya?"

"Aur woh sab-"

The last question was cut as I glared at my cousin. The 6 year old one looked like she'd die out of excitement.

"Phir mereko ekbar rok diya toh main aur nehi bataungi."

I gave them the warning even though I loved discussing him, I loved discussing us.

Mumbai

17.02.2023

A girl was getting hyper as her car was not getting parked. She had to pick one of her friends from a stadium and she didn't know how to park in such a crowdy place.

She left a 'phew' sound as she finally was about to get her Toyota parked, only to hear a loud bumping sound.

"Kya yaar bhagwaan ji! Sattyanash kardi?"

She said to herself closing her eyes as she heard a knock on her window. Opening her eyes, it met with a pair of blue ones, a shade she never saw in real life. Her heart skipped a bit as she saw him in a red coloured costume, he looked so...annoyed?!

The frown in the guy's forehead stretched a bit more as he murmured a cuss word.

"Andhi ho?"

The guy asked with a frowned face.

"Nehi, Meher hoon."

He sighed as he replied,

"Naam nehi pucha! You freaking bumped my Ferrari girl."

That was when Meher realised what she did. She panicked and got out of her average car only to see it bumped into a supercar.

"Maine Ferrari thok diya!"

Meher panicked more than anything. She wanted to fix things but she knew a Ferrari costed a kidney. Finding no other way, she tried to form logics.

"Ap Mumbai ke raaston pe aise car leke ghumenge hi kyun!"

Deep down she knew it didn't mean anything as her clutch on her kurti was getting fighter.

"Are you fucking blind, this is a F1 based racing ground yaar!"

Meher looked around only to find out 30 more supercars nearby. She gave her friend a virtual slap for coming in a place like this and forcing her too.

"Apko chalani aati hai? Lagti toh nehi."

Meher tried driving the topic only to find a hand hold her waist in a soft squeeze.

"Dekhogi tab pata chalega."

Meher couldn't help hiding the blush from the unknown guy, standing so close to her.

"Dekhiye, main seedhe seedhe bolti hoon, apko bhi pata hai main iska repair afford nehi kar sakti."

Meher looked at the ground only to find her chin grabbed up.

"Chalo phir main jeet gaya toh raat ko I'm taking you out."

"Kya?"

Meher pushed him a bit away, not really liking what he said.

"Kisi tarah toh compensation dena padega na, Murgi."

With that, the unknown guy left an awestruck Meher in the ground as the warning whistle was heard.

"Ayush"

Meher murmured his name as it flashed proudly on his Jersey's back.

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Calling her friend 100 times, Meher finally found her in the audience, the place was so crowded that none could get stopped easily.

Meher sat down as the race started and alot of supercars ran like it was a marathon. It was though, for the cars. Meher couldn't detect anything until she saw the car she bumped complete the race before anyone else could, ending the race with almost bumping into a nearby stand. It really wasn't a big deal though, people cheered for him like maniacs.

Ayush went down from his car, looking around for the girl who bumped into him. He wasn't one of those guys who tried finding love and he wasn't finding it then too, he just wanted to see her, most accurately, her face.

She was from those higher beauty standard girls, not so common in India, he thought. He wanted to touch her petite waist once again.

He walked and the ground, posing for hundreds of selfies.

"Sir?"

Ayush heard a soft whisper coming from his left side, even before looking, he knew who was on that side.

"Ayush Kapoor."

He said while scanning her in her sleeveless kurti another time.

"Pata hai. Itne log cheekh toh rahe the apka naam."

Meher replied with an I'm-not-dumb face.

"Toh aap bhi cheekhna chahti hain?"

Ayush asked with a mischievous grin.

"Kuch bhi."

Meher whispered but deep down she knew it wasn't kuch bhi.

"Raat ko. Sharp 8 pm. Wait I'll give you my number as the autograph."

Ayush didn't ask for consent as he just wrote his number with marker on Meher's shaved milky arm.

"Hi de dena. I'll text you the address."

Meher blushed as Ayush turned to leave.

"Aur suno."

Meher's heart skipped a bit as Ayush came close to her ear.

"Abhi itna garam lag rahi ho I can't help but wonder mera bistar kitna garam karogi."

With that, he left like the celebrity he was, hardly caring about the scenario around.

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My formula-1 obsession made me write this lol.

Main plot starts soon.

Do let me know if this is interesting enough or y'all wanna read Raaja MLA based things only lol.