Sara is standing with her oldfangled bike at the mechanic's shop with a bandage over her head and leg as well and a plaster over her right hand and she is looking for the shopkeeper. She enters the shop but still finds nobody. She becomes amazed when she comes to know that such a small outmoded outlet consists of a large hall inside with a number of beautiful and expensive cars but all of them are damaged a bit.
"What are you doing inside?" She hears a heavy deep manly voice.
"Where are you speaking from?" she replies with a question in a fleeting breath.
Humayun slides out below the car.
She becomes startled when catches sight of him, lying down below a car.
As she sees him working as a mechanic, she courageously asks,
"I want you to repair my bike."
Humayun orders, "Go outside."
Her facial expression changes into a little bit of anger but she keeps quiet and comes out of the shop, waits for 2 to 3 minutes then she commences to push her bike away from the shop.
""Hey girl! Why are you leaving?"
Running towards her swiftly, an old man approaches and says aloud to stop her and then commences to push her bike inside the shop.
"I went in but a long,wide, proudy man ordered me to leave." She tells angrily.
Old man says, "Oh! … I am really sorry for his rude behavior. Do you want me to repair your bike?"
Sara replies, "Yes sir, I bought it yesterday. It is a used and damaged bike."
The old man responds, " no problem daughter! It will become perfect."
She turns and tries to seek Humayun. Humayun has opened the bonnet of a car. He ponders carefully, looking inside and cleans his hands with a handkerchief.
Sara points him. "He is that man, uncle!"
The old man replies, "Oh! He? leave him. He is allergic to girls."
Humayun looks at the old man with annoyance for a second.
She says dramatically while frowning at Humayun,
"I have never been insulted like that before!"
Then she turns back to the Old Man and asks,
"Well, how much time will it take to repair my bike, Uncle?"
The old man replies, " Mmm… (Pondering) 2 to 3 days."
She asks, " may I save your phone number? So you can call me to pick my bike up."
She saves his number and asks, " Well, What is your name uncle?"
"Niaz Bukhsh! But listen, I don't have a phone, it is Humi's number." He replies.
Sara says dramatically, "Humi? What kind of name is it?"
"Humayun is actually my name!" Humayun says aloud.
Sara ignores him. "I did not like the name and therefore I will save the number with your name Mr. Niaz Bukhsh!"
She greets him happily and goes away.
Uncle Niaz, when turns, faces an exasperated look of Humayun.
After waiting for a few seconds he begins to explain,
"Well, actually! Leave her, it is our job. I know that normally girls don't come to such shops but she might have some compulsion."
He stops but finds no difference in Humayun's facial expression so he adds,
"Enough! Stop frowning at me!"
Humayun replies with a bit of anger, " I don't want to see her again in my shop."