Primed For Crime

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Hot blasting sun. That's what Myra noticed as soon as she stepped out of the Delhi airport.

Followed by the area bustling with people. Both the heat and the crowd were too overwhelming for her likes.

She wiped the oily perspiration off her forehead and frowned to herself on why she haven't packed some hats with her to India. Then again she doesn't want to stand out as a tourist, her blonde hair was attention enough.

She looked around, to her right and her left searching for a particular car of a company that she can't twist her mouth into but the number plate was as she remembered DL 7830. To no avail, the driver was running late.

She silently cursed and mentally listed tardiness to her seeming to be  growing list of dislikes in India.

She know she's judging whole country based on a single person's punctuality but she's a journalist after all. Looking at the irrelevant details in a magnifying glass is an unwanted habit that she caught up on working for years in this profession.

As she waited for her assigned driver to arrive, she got busy cursing her boss who decided to send her here for a month, convincing her with the beautiful summers and amazing crowd of this country, in his words.

Either David, her boss never visited India or he was being sarcastic. Either way, she can't deny that this project is what she needs right now, especially after leaving a part of her, her past behind in California.

Before she can go down a memory trip, a petite man, shorter than her popped before her with a polite smile.

"Myra madam?" He asked.

"Yeah?" Myra replied unsure if this is the driver that was running late.

He introduced himself confirming her doubts, "Myself Hunjum. Your driver. To the office."

"Ah!" Myra nodded as if she grasped and let him lead to the car with her luggage in his hands.

"Sorry madam. So much traffic. That's why late." He explained to her in broken phrases and a polite smile still playing on the old man's face.

Myra couldn't help but smile back despite the sweat beads racing down her back and drenching her linen top.

"Thank you, Mr. Hunjun?" She squinted hoping not to screw up his name.

He grinned and shook his head. "Hunjum." He corrected and shook his palm right and left, "And no Mister."

Myra chuckled and nodded. "Okay."

Once he settled her luggage and she got herself comfortable in the car, Hunjum revived the engine and drove off.

As they drove past the tall buildings and bustling streets, she couldn't help but let herself be surprised on how different she pictured India. The modernised houses, buildings or the westernised attire of the people on their way to their corporate 9 to 5 jobs were not what she had in her mind.

She leaned against the window and wondered what the next month has planned for her.

She was of course looking forward to meet her soon to be colleagues, her boss and her new office but she had no idea where to start or how to start.

She had no idea how she's going to survive here when she can't even pronounce Indian names without screwing them up. But one thing she knew that she'll work it out somehow. She always does.

Little did she know, it isn't going to be a smooth flight for her.

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Hope you guys will like it. You don't have to be Indian to understand the story. It's readable to everyone.

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Have a killer day guys X

~Aurora.