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Fuck!! Its 8 am already, I am late again. Boss is gonna screw me yaar. (Smelling myself) Ohh I don’t even need a bath, I am good to go. I still rush to the bathroom, check my WhatsApp while brushing my teeth. Like a bullet train, I put on my black skirt and white shirt. And yah, how can I even miss the deodorant. Hair checked, kajal checked, lipstick on point. Ah, I am hungry, never mind will pick something up at the metro station. Living in Lajpat Nagar is a nightmare when you have your office all the way to Gurudhornoachrya metro station, Gurgaon. Rushing to the metro station and placing the card to enter and woo the surprise of ‘unavailable balance’ awaits me, so I get in the queue where the uncle is yelling out mc and bc like these words are invented by him. “Uncleji please thoda side me ho jayo,” giving a 200 note at the counter for recharge. I rush towards the metro that goes to Central Secretariat (CS) as I need to change my metro line first from violet to yellow to go all the way to my place of hell called office. 9:30 am already and I am still not in the metro. Waiting for metro and thinking why they don’t keep AC all over the station. Finally, the metro arrives and I enter into the general compartment hoping to see someone hot (I didn’t even have my hot cuppa in the morning!). I enter and take the corner seat. Getting a seat in Delhi metro is an achievement for sure. Two stops later, an old lady enters and asks for the seat, I know it’s good to give your seat to someone who is in need but it still hurts like losing the race just before the finish line. So I stand near the doors resting my back to glass partition. And Shammi Narang in his signature tone announces ‘next station is Central Secretariat, doors will open on the right, please mind the gap’.
Finally, I am at CS station and I rush towards the yellow line to change my metro. Wait what did I just see, this guy, OMG. (He is tall, dark and handsome). Stop! He saw me staring at him. Aww awkward moment, just act like nothing happened. We both enter into the same compartment and the doors of the metro are shut. As it’s the peak hour you cannot expect a seat in metro. Ya, I know I had an option to get into the ladies compartment. But why should I? When I have something too hot to look at. His decent formal attire, sharp eyes, pink lips and so chilled atmosphere. Stop, just stop!!!!!! (Am I staring at him again)? And who is that aunty staring at me like I am staring at her son. I look around and then again look at the guy. After 6 stops he comes close ( I am nervous, and the way aunty is looking at me, its making me more nervous.
Wish I could freeze the moment, he is so so hot. I can’t wait to hear what he is going to say to me. May be he is interested in me else why would he come close to me? He comes even closer and says very politely, ‘Excuse me, I have to get down’. I move away from the door to give him the way. He leaves, I can see him through the door glass, he is walking away from me, far away! And its Shammi Narang again, announcing ‘please stand clear off the doors’ and the door is shut.