Unanticipated

I woke up at Prayagraj Junction. Mine was an Upper Berth. To my propensity, I found a girl asleep before my opposite berth. It was just a rare incident for me. She was in a bridal dress, I could perceive her under the dim Coach light and her shape unsuccessfully wrapped under a blanket. I observed her till the dawn and fall asleep in the comfortable cool winter morning.

Next Morning, I saw her again. She was beautiful. Of course, the first criteria to clutch my attention. Suddenly, I fell in love with her. She noticed my shy behaviour and stared at me. I realised her staring at me time and again and I was compelled to feel awkward. A girl looking at me like a tiger starting at it's prey. I had an uncounted eye accident with her, when I saw her looking at me. Actually, I felt good. It had happened with me manier times but she was the longest to stay and do that. 

" Do you have an iPhone Charger? " she said.

" Ah, yes! " I quickly replied. 

" Actually, last night I forgot my bag while attending a friend's engagement."  She said " would you mind if I use your sleepers? "

" No , never! Please " I replied. 

She took out a cigarette, a lighter and went away to the washroom. I adore her luggage till she returned. A small blue trolley. A purse. White heeled sneakers. A pink towel. Phone. And a book. Rabinder singh. I too had a love story. Suddenly my eyes lit up. A book I had read long ago. And an author - my favourite. 

As par my first impulse, I took the book and started turning the pages. It's cover had changed. I read the dedication ' to the loving memory of the girl whom I loved, but yet couldn't marry'. 

As she returned, she asked me If I liked reading stories; and I impressed her with my reading skills of having finished Every book she was willing to read or had purchased to read. Nicholas sparks was her favourite. Without any delay, even I became her favourite, I realised so by telling her the stories of every book of Nicholas sparks. 

We had our breakfast together. Her online purchased Chole Bhature and my home made dishes tightly packed by my mom. Just Imagine. What a combination. We would look great together. She was tall, beautiful. She had an unique sense of dressing. I noticed her shiny white thigh through her scratched Jeans. Her cleavage under her red leather jacket. 

"Chennai". She said.

"Banglore.' I replied. 

Same evening the train came to the end of its journey at Bangalore. I still hadn't taken either her Phone or Instagram. I felt gloomy when I left the station. 

"Hey, actually I need to see you someday. I need some suggestions regarding some books. I have some books to gift to my bestie & also I need to choose some new literary books." She shouted from behind. And I was like a swollen Tomato. 

" Yes, please take my phone number."

" I will call you soon." 

I waited for her call that night. I woke with with at 1 am with a call from un unknown number. As expected, it was her. 

" Can you see me in an hour?" She asked. 'Can I trust you? I need one help? '

As soon I met her, she burst into tears and recited me a tell of her long complicated break-up story. I held her.

'please stay with me, I can't resist this solitaryness.' she attested. I held her in my arms and patted her till she cried. 

Next, I took her with me. We slept together. First, she cried in my shoulder, and next we had sex. Unanticipated. Next morning, I saw her again alseep. Next to me. Beautiful. I kissed her forehead, played with her hair. Undressed under a blanket. But her mouth smelling foul. Maybe wine. 

I bring her coffee. And she gets up hurriedly, scrolls her phone. '18 missed calls'  and some messages from her boyfriend pleading sorry. 

"I need to go now.' she picks up her sneakers. ' I will call you again regarding the books.'