The UnWanted Passenger #YourStoryIndia

Getting into character.

Respect people's feelings. Even if it doesn't mean anything to you, it could mean everything to them.

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Chapter fifteen: Getting into character.

Mahaya was sitting in her car, waiting for Yashraj.

Yes, they had a fight before, though it didn't include shouting and screaming but it did feel like a fight.

So Mahaya decided to wait for him.

The only other time that Yashraj had come late was when he had just 'scored' a date with Rashi.

Mahaya didn't want that happening twice.

Déjà Vu is not a very good feeling.

She noticed her phone ringing.

It was Yashraj.

"Where are you?! I'm waiting since forever." Mahaya chided.

"Hey dear sister! What's up mister?"

"Kartik?" Mahaya asked. "Why are you answering his phone?"

"We are going out. Don't wait up!" And saying that, he hung up.

It was eight o'clock right now. There could be thousand places they could be going but somehow, Mahaya had her suspicions.

She drove home, missing the companionship of The Unwanted Passenger.

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Mahaya woke up at six the next day. It was still early morning and the sun had just rose.

Mahaya quickly got dressed and by seven-thirty she was in the elevator.

She decided to stop by the guest floor.

She stepped in and found the two boys passed out.

Yashraj was on the couch, his shirt buttoned open.

He was half laying on the couch, and half on the floor.

Mahaya tried to ignore his flesh that was exposed. She couldn't help but think how hot he'd look with his shirt off.

She shook her head. Her thoughts were clouding her priorities.

She looked at Kartik.

Her brother seemed to be in a better condition.

He had his shoes still on and he was drooling.

Mahaya did what every concerned sister would do.

She kicked him in his stomach, hard.

"Get up." She ordered.

Her brother groaned and grabbed on to her leg.

Mahaya tried to break free but apparently her brother had more strength asleep.

"Get off!" She shouted as she tried to pull away.

She hit him on his head, hard again.

He didn't budge.

Mahaya decided this called for extreme measure.

She looked at the side table. There was a bottle of water.

She opened the bottle and poured the one litre all over him.

"Get up you dufus!" She cried.

Kartik got up screaming like a little girl.

"You wet my hair!" He cried as he ran his hand through it.

"That should be least of your worries." She said as she glared at him.