Banjax

Man beside POV

She murmured "Thank you" with a smile and took her belongings from my hands which I had collected. I was so immersed in observing her that I found myself at the loss of words to reply to her. I didn't notice earlier but she was looking so stunning in that grey saree which fitted her skin tone so perfectly. But soon I came back to my senses and replied to her "my pleasure.." and in a hope of finding a clue about her, I thought of starting a conversation with her.

"So ms. Madhavan, are you traveling London?" After I asked I mentally punched myself for being so stupid, if she has boarded a London flight then she is traveling London only and not Africa!

But she replied to me generously "yes Sir"

I didn't like her calling me sir even though everyone addresses me with sir.

"I would appreciate it if you call me Mr.Malhotra," I said seductively to make our conversation go on.

"Sure Mr.Malhotra" she replied calmly. "Well, from your surname and attire I can guess that you are Indian and as well as Bengali. Right?" I asked.

"Yes, I guess too that you are Indian and I am a Bengali "she replied.

am finding. Now I have

has to pass her

have a deep injury mark on her

she MUST wear a

about the anklet because she might forget anything, but I never saw her

voice. "Well, in which school did you study till higher secondary?" I asked in to hope of an answer. She looked at me shocked like she wasn't expecting this type of childish question. Basically, People ask do you have a boyfriend or something of that type

I interrogate her. "Yes, but how do you know?" She asked

I thought for the next piece of evidence I have to look in her foot which was not an easy task

she was so simple with no tons of makeup and jewelry and full of generosity and kindness. I have always been surrounded by

bend down to view her foot as an excuse of picking my pen. As sari covers till the whole foot, after I raised her sari slightly, not making her cautious. I couldn't believe my eyes.

so surprised, I wanted to touch and feel her feet. Because still, I can't believe that it was real and I was not dreaming. So I did what I wanted to. She flinched from my sudden touch and that's the time I came back to my senses. I quickly picked my pen and got back to my seat like my

was finding like crazy for these 8 years

Keya Madhavan

it was my imagination, but soon I was sure that someone was touching me and I draw back my feet. Found that the man beside me was bending down. Even though he behaved like he was not the one, but I was certain that he was behind it. I glanced at him not to discuss it further. The man was behaving strangely, he was continuously staring at me without giving break