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Soon, our faces were close to each other, slightly tilted at opposite angles, our warm breaths
falling on each other’s lips. My lips touched hers. I kissed her. And I kissed her again.

(Neil to readers: so what do you think i can't get a kiss .Let me tell you no one can resist my charm😏)

🤭🤭🤭🤭

I don’t remember when I closed my eyes and I was lost in her. That moment was a heaven that I
knew for the first time in my life. In that moment, I forgot everything, forgot everything that I had
planned a few minutes back. Forgot even the fact that I had planned something. Forgot that the next
day I was to leave this country. Forgot my buisness, the meeting forgot my friends and my family.
Forgetting everything, I lived that one moment … The best hour of my life.
I don’t remember whether I opened my eyes first, or she did. But we were looking into each other’s
eyes.
I was still lying on her.
Avni smiled, I smiled.
She blinked her eyes, I blinked mine.
Kissing my forehead one more time, she said, ‘I love you soooooooooo much, neilu.’
And I rubbed my nose against hers one more time and repeated, ‘I love you so so so so much,
sweetheart.’
We had been so busy with our romance that we forgot to look at the time. We had asked the cab
driver to be there at the hotel entrance by
7.30. The wall clock in front of me said it was 8.30. ‘Uh-oh! Do you know what time it is?’ I
asked, very casually, smiling. She immediately looked at the clock. And then she screamed, just like
the way she did the day before.
‘EIGHT THIRTY????’
And with that, she got up from the bed, panicked, rushed here and there grabbing her belongings,
her cell, her purse, her sandals … and a lot more. I switched on the lights to help her.
She then rushed to the washroom, splashed a little water on her face, used the spare towel hanging
behind the door, pulled a comb out of her purse, got her hair done, pulled out a lipstick and daubed it
on her lips.
Watching her, I wondered how much lipstick I had swallowed and I laughed at myself without
saying anything. As she was getting ready, I picked up her purse. ‘Boy! Seems like a magical purse.
So many things are coming out of it—comb, lipstick, hanky … Let me see what else is left in this,’ I
said laughing.
And at that very moment, she slapped my hand which was trying to unzip the purse. ‘Bad manners! A boy should never check a girl’s purse.’ ‘But, why? Do you girls carry bombs in your
purses?’ 

(No no we didn't)hai na readers...but it's a bad manners neilu..

😁😁😁😁😁😏

I said handing it over. ‘Even at my office, they have appointed a lady at the gate to check the
purses of all the girls. I wonder what funny things those girls show her in their purses … they smile
looking at her and then she smiles back at them.’ I laughed at my joke, but she didn’t.
She was worried about getting late. I noticed that and, parking my lavish laughter somewhere,
tried to console her with a smile, ‘It’s ok, avni. Relax. We’ll reach your place before 10 p.m.
Don’t
worry, dear.’
Wearing her sandals, she said, ‘neilu, if we don’t reach on time and they find out at home, na, I’ll
be in big trouble.’
Seeing her in this state I went close to her and put my hands on her shoulders. ‘avni. Everything
is going to be fine. No matter what, you won’t be in any trouble. I promise. Will you trust me now?’ I
gently asked her.
And very innocently she nodded her head.
‘Take a deep breath, have a sip of water and we will move out.’ A
few minutes later we were in the back-seat of our cab.
‘Bhaiyya, back to house, from where we came,’ avni said to the driver, in haste.
But, as we found out when we came out of the hotel, it had rained heavily during the past hour.
Water was flushing down from the corners of the roofs of nearby buildings, rattling down pipes
from various floors to the common ground. Manholes on the roads were open to let the accumulated
water on the streets drain out.
Our cab started rolling.
‘Bhaiyya, how long will it take?’ she asked the driver.
‘Kuch keh nahin sakte, madam. Bahut baarish hui hai. Bus aagey road pe kahin jam na laga ho.’
The thought of a possible traffic jam worried her all the more. She looked at me. And I told her to
relax. ‘I am there with you, right? So why are you worried? We’ll reach on time.’
Hearing my tone, the driver too realized that he should not scare her. In fact, he added, ‘Madam,
ghabraane waali to koi baat hi nahin hai. Hum pahunch jaayenge.’
But soon we found ourselves in trouble. About fifteen minutes from my hotel we got stuck in a
traffic jam—probably the biggest I have ever seen in my life. There were hundreds of cars in front
of us, I’m sure. A horrible jam. Water rushed over the roads towards the drains. Everything out
there
was wet. The shops were closing; their wet shutters were rolling down. The cars, big and small,
struggled to find their way. None of the vehicles on that road stayed in line. Everyone was on their
own, finding a little space for themselves, competing with each other because of which no one was
able to move ahead. What a mess!
‘A truck’s engine has failed to start, half a kilometer ahead,’ we heard, when our driver rolled his
window down. Hearing this, almost everyone switched off their engines. Inside our cab, the mercury
of panic and helplessness was rising.
Half an hour after the most wonderful time together in my hotel room, we were now entering a
phase full of anxiety and despair. With me was a girl who had lied to her family and managed to
escape with me. Apart from her office, she had never stayed out so late at any other place. But that
day, she was in another state and the guy she had put all her trust in (of course, me) was not familiar
with the city. And time … Time was running fast in my wrist watch, but stood stagnant when I
glanced
at the traffic around us. Fifteen minutes passed and our cab did not move an inch. It would be wrong to say that I was not panicking. But I was aware of my responsibilities. I was responsible for
Avni's safety.

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How's it?

Will they be able to come out from the traffic?

Do you think avni can reach her home on time or she 'll be caught by everyone?

(Ps:Here avni's parents had come from bikaner to welcome neil .)
So further don't be confuse.They have their house in delhi too as avni and riya lived there for their studies.

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