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As she chose to relax her mind, his eyes fell on her and a smile crept on his face. Heck, who thought that he had missed noticing the bright red tint of her chubby cheeks!?
Being an excellent actor, he knew to conceal himself and not to embarrass her with a smug wink- which he usually did with most of the girls.
Placing his new smartphone on his lap, a gift that he had received last week, he observed her. The phone was a gift from his elder brother for graduating with a gold medal in history paper and getting a scholarship for an M.A. at Delhi University. His chocolate-boy appearance always duped his sincere side, the academic freak in him.
He stared at her, scrutinizing each detail. She looked so tiny in a stiff and ironed caramel-colored salwar suit with long sleeves. It hid every inch of her tender skin leaving only a sight of two small beautiful hands. Soft bare feet peeked from her white Patiala pajamas. A milk-white dupatta was draped on her shoulders. The pleats were pinned in place with a pair of safety pins so they would not fall off -that was very prim and proper of her.
He noticed her as she crossed her fluffy salwar-clad legs under her calves and sat in a comfortable lotus position. Then, she rested her head against the boring hard cushions behind her and his smile widened watching her so peaceful.
When her hands crossed across her waist, hugging herself, her breast propped up. An uncomfortable feeling originated within him and he shuffled in his seat to let go of his abrupt uneasiness. Something must be wrong with him.
He took a long sip of the tea, which was now as cold as an ice cream, and his eyes fell over her neck. It was lean and emerged from her modestly gathered cotton attire, from the embroidered neckline of her suit. The neckline was not at all low, considering the collar- stitched to its side- and just a tiny poori-sized opening revealed her skin. Flawless, peach-colored skin was beautifully stretched across, not a single freckle dared to disturb her skin.
He observed that she wore a single thin gold chain with a small heart-shaped pendant that winked in the dull lights of the compartment. It amused him as girls usually preferred funky accessories over plain gold ornaments -but a girl who wore such a muted dress was already an exception to him.
Scratching his left brow, which caricatured a minute cut gained from a bullfight with one of his classmates during high school, he continued to scan her.
The dark raven hairs were oiled and fastened tightly into two thick braids with matching rubber bands. They went down her shoulders, traveled along her sides, and ended near her hips. It made her look very plain yet very exotic.
In the busy twenty-first century, no girl wanted to maintain long hair- or maybe it was just a fashion statement. Even his younger sister had this 'U' or 'V' cut regularly. And here she was, sitting silently, with her long-tamed locks of jet-black hair.
She reminded him of his mother, who still had long hair, though they were now salt and peppery. But that'd never stopped him from adoring her as she'd always welcomed him with a loving hug after his long tiring day in the school during his childhood. And each time whenever she'd crossed her arms around him, her two long and thick braids had used to tickle his ears -which always had made him happily giggle.
He smiled as he reminisced his joyous moments and took a last sip. When he emptied his drink, he disposed of the empty cup through the window present at the side berth but then he stood still in his place. He thought about his action- Why'd he used that side of the window? When, in fact, his berth was empty and he could have easily used the ventilation provided there.
He shook his head to clear his question and sat quietly as he took his phone to check a few emails. After acting like a very posh businessman and checking the emails related to the UPSC examination training his eyes caught her shifting, slightly changing position in her seat. And, he accepted his failure.
Shutting off the screen of his mobile he slowly moved his eyes in her direction. He caught rapid movement of her naturally pink lips while she mumbled something incoherently. And, that was when he noticed a little forbidden secret above her beautiful lips.
A small, actually tiny mole was present above her upper lip- on the right side of that cute cupid bow.
Fuck!
He, for the first time in his life, blushed like anything. He felt foolish to see such an intimate thing and even considered himself a pervert -though he knew that was not at all a perverse act. Kicking himself mentally he cursed under his breath.
After a few minutes of scolding himself for his behavior, his eyes fell on her tiny fingers which danced on their accord on the bent knees. Her lean body was now curled up into a baby position, and even her toes were tapping impatiently. Her little head was titled back as it was before but a fine line had found its way on her forehead.
He expected it to be formed from some sort of stress- which again, he thought it as his reason to see a wrinkle on her smooth skin.
Even though, he had his troubles, his ambition of becoming a police officer and helping people- he'd never felt so restless, but just a line of worry on her face ticked off his mood. He wasn't able to comprehend why his mind wanted to calm her anxiousness, to tell her that everything would be all right as if he had known her for ages when in reality, he had no idea about her problem.
Hell to do with the problem, I have no freaking idea what's her name!
He stopped himself from acting out of impulsiveness and refrained from behaving so bluntly. She was a stranger and he couldn't let himself talk to her; it wouldn't be right.
Shaking his head he dropped his head. He scrolled through the apps and finally opened the Google Music app. He pressed the play button on the screen and listened to whatever shrieked in his ears without any interest though he'd balanced the volume in a lower range, making his ears be blessed by a mix of noise from the compartment.
"Can you shift there?", he heard a question thrown in his direction and removed his earphones. He turned his head to acknowledge the person questioning him and was welcomed by the sight of a middle-aged man.
That person held two styrofoam cups with brewing drink, "This seat is mine. You can check yours.", he sternly replied. It made him feel intimidated by the stranger's presence- just for a second. And he, of course, moved to his side along with his bag- near to window- giving the stout uncle his seat.
He saw that cute girl waking up from her tense state. Rubbing her large kohl-shaded eyes with her knuckles she yawned, which made his heart flutter and he smiled- maybe more than just smile.
"Baba, where were you? And I already had a cup of tea.", she spoke to his neighbor- the man who'd frightened him with his narrow gaze. And to play with his fate that man happened to be her father.
What a cruel game!
Even though he was slightly terrified of her hard-and-fast father, he couldn't help but steal glances in her direction.
Finally, he saw her twinkling eyes- which he'd seen just for a second when she'd blushed and bowed down. But now, her black doe-shaped eyes were fixed on him, staring so innocently that he presumed them to be unreal. And at that time, he felt something changing within him, melting him. How could he possibly rest now...?