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It was not him. Koran had just arrived in Dehli a few minutes ago. He had been out of town country for almost six months. The person, she saw was one of his brothers. They never stopped amazing him with their different choices of women. He could not guess if she belong to Karan or Kieran!?
Both men were very dangerous when it's cane to such affairs. Nevertheless, he did not leave the girl disappointed, or else, she might hate one of his brothers.
"I think it is Kieran's handwork" Salem whispered again. Yes, that was true. Karan's choice of a woman was quite different from theirs. He would never date or have anything to do with a dancer or a girl from the slums. They were off-limits and he was beyond them. Grandmother was the adviser of such theologies.
"I can't believe it that he doesn't remember meeting me" The girl's eyes stared at him with hate and despise. Why the sudden change?
"No miss. I was absent-minded" he leaned to the car, watching her beautiful long wavy hair. Whoever chose her, made the right choice. She was beautiful to the core. Her unique blue eyes made her stand out among women. Their faces were nothing compared to her beautiful face. She would have been a fairy princess.
(Really? Everyone's thoughts are making me laugh, what about you?)
"Why are you always absent-minded?" The girl asked, with a frown. It looked like she was going to cry soon.
"I have many problems that's why" Koran said, with a hope that it might make her feel better. She looked a bit surprised but Okay. "I recognized your face but I can't put all the pictures together."
She sighed, showing how annoyed she was with him at the moment. Koran listened to the long story, she had to tell. Only Kieran would have put up with her. Karen was a type of person that lived too strict and was difficult to understand. His personality was unique and special.
Just like Benson Carson, he was a gifted doctor that helped kids to recover what was lost in their body system.
"Forgive me for that, oh beautiful one" Koran apologized to her.
The smile returned to her face, as she unzipped the pack bag, at her back.
"What is your name? he asked.
"Priyanka Chopra"
"What a beautiful name for a Princess."
"Thank you" she brought a leather jacket and handed it over to him. "You can have your jacket now. I don't think I need it anymore.
Koran took it from her. He searched the neck for the name. They were triplets. Their mother had each person's name attached to their clothes. This has become a custom as they grew up, the boys fancied the policy. They embraced it, wholeheartedly.
"Who is the owner?" Salem almost chopped off his ears.
"I will soon Punch you, here. Give me some space, man you are not my wife!"
"I was a little eager, that's all" Salem shifted with his eyes still on the jacket. He was wondering who made it to the first line before, Koran exclaimed. "Whose name is on it?"
"Karan's," he said, in a low tone. How was it possible?
Salem's eyes widen as he heard that the jacket belonged to his older cousin, Karan. "I don't think Karan was the one who gave it to her. Maybe Kieran wore it, yesterday.
Koran sighed. There were only two doctors in the family, Karan and him. The lover of my bikes was Karan. The track was leading to him. "Let's not conclude first."
Please, can you stop with the whisperings? It's making me nervous" She told them. For a moment, they forgot that the girl was still standing in their midst.
"We are sorry about that," Koran apologized.
"Before I forget, sir" she brought an iPhone from the bag. "Take your phone. You forgot in the jacket."
What! It was an iPhone 12, why did she return it? A girl in her shoes would have sold the phone and used the money. But she did not. He shocked him with her behavior. Koran could see that the girl was different from the other kids, living in the slums.
"I'm surprised," He managed to say at last. All three of them, use iPhone 12. He took it and try to turn it on but it did not.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I don't have an iPhone, so I was able to charge the phone."
"No problem dear. The most important thing is that you brought the phone back to the owner" Koran told her. He was very impressed with her sincerity. Handing the phone to the driver to charge it in the car, he brought out a few dollars from his wallet and handed it over to her but what she did, surprised him.
"No dear. It was not a business. You helped me so I owe you a duty of care to bring whatever that was found in the jacket for you.
"I'm very impressed. I wish everyone can be honest like you. Thank you so much."
You are welcome, sir.
He gave back the jacket to her because he felt that Karan would have wanted the same. It would be better if she keeps it. "Can I drop you, off?"
****
Priyanka was dumbfounded. She imagines herself in the luxurious car. It stood out among the cars that were in the parking lot. It was white. Not having much knowledge about cars, made her wonder if his car belong to the Benz family. People bragged about owning a Benz in the dancing dance. The men were so into that Particular brand that she thought it was the only car, that rich people used.
She smiled as the car started. "There is no need for this, I would have walked home by myself."
"Why will a young girl walk home alone on these streets. The thought of it is scary.
"But I do every day."
He didn't say anything. The ride home in silence. The only time, they spoke was when the driver or Salem asked for a road direction. In less than thirty minutes, she asked the driver to stop her at the entrance of the slums.
Do you live here? Salem was shocked.
"Yes sir. I was born and brought up here" Priyanka answered. The expression, they had on their faces made her scared but she was not ashamed of the environment, she came from. "Thank you for the ride, I will drop you here because my house is nearby."
"Are you sure?" The bike man asked, with concern in his eyes. He looked more cute as a gentleman.
Yes, sir. I'm fine."
"What is your name?"
"You can call me Priyanka."
He relaxed back to his seat as her name gave him the satisfaction, he needed. She could not help smiling as he nodded, continuously.
"A good name for a beautiful princess. Thank you for today."
"Don't mention" she wanted to open the door but Salem already opened it. How come? Did he disappear and reappeared here? She didn't hear him leave the car. "Thank you."
"Do you know my name? She heard the bike man's voice, asking. Priyanka tilted to her side as she came down from the car.
"I didn't, because it wasn't necessary, Mr. Karan"
She walked away Immediately, knowing fully well that she left them speechless.
How she learned his name was going to be his
Even when they met yesterday, nobody spoke about a name. Priyanka grinned as she remembered her last facial expression. He was a tough but nice man. The thought of him made her heart race. Had she fallen for Karan?
A few minutes, she arrived at the streets of her house.
There was a car right in front of her house. Priyanka wondered if her fate was changed at the last minute. Not only did she ride in an expensive car today but there was another waiting at her doorstep. Maybe she was going to be a car owner soon. These were just signs.
The door opened. Kamala came out of the house with a man. He was someone she knew and never expected to see. How was it possible?
Cold shivers ran through her spine as she stared at him. Was he the doctor, her mother always spoke of? No! It was impossible.
Priyanka looked behind to see if the car looked like the one that brought her home.