Driver NO. 1 (Part 2) – The V Day Party

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“Barkha mere saath please aj raat ko party mein chalo….”
“Dude you don’t get girls for yourself?”
“Nnno its its not that. You are the only woman I know Barkha and and it’s kinda weird to go all alone for a Vday party.”
“So go get a woman dude I don’t have time.”
“But you will drive me there in any case.”
“Dude are you really 32?”
“What do you mean?”
“Show me your birth certificate…”
“Em wo to office mein hai par pan card hai mere wallet me dekho….”

Barkha was in splits and parked the car. “Dude you OMG you really…..gosh get a life man paise kamate kamate zindagi nikal jaegi and when you get time to enjoy you will also get diabetes and a back ache along with it.” Veer made a grumpy face and looked away. This girl cared a fig for his emotions. He would keep staring at her and she looked unaffected. He was sick of the indifference he saw in her eyes.

“Dude….”
“now what?”
“If I go with you then I will spoil my Vday plans….”

That was like salt on his wounds
“you you have someone?”
“Obviously I am normal! I am not like….”
“Enough you don’t need to come with me now look ahead and drive to my Noida office…”

He didn’t talk to her all the way. She did cute call out ‘dude’ but he ignored her. It was about 8 and he was still working in the office. Suddenly his door opened and there she was in a strappy short red dress.
“Dude chalo….”
His voice got stuck and his mouth formed an O.
“Heyya boss chalna hai ki party aur late hai?”
“You will go in this dress?”
“Kyon zyada lambi hai? Zyada conservative hai?”
Veer looked at the creamy expanse of her skin and felt irritated. “Ab ise kaise kahu….” “Barkha em ye I mean your dress start’s too late and ends too early…..” “Are you really 32 Dude?”
She started humming “Rock On… Yuhin Dekhta Hai Kya Tu

Rock On… Zindagi Millegi Na Dobaara…” Veer was his usual about to get in the back seat when she squealed “oyye koi chivalry hai ki nehi?” “Em sorry….” He quietly sat beside her and his head was already throbbing. “Bhagwan maine kya galti kit hi? Why do you do this to me? 23 years of my life went in getting all the gold medals. Iske baad Dad left us aur business k chakkar mein I kept slogging. Ab pyar bhi hua to apne driver se….” “Bachke rehna re baba Bachke rehna re….” “Barkhaaa” ‘What gana hai nehi suna?” “Nehi look straight and drive….”

“Hey Veer who is this lovely lady with you?”
‘Hi I am Barkha his girl friend…” Veer was seeing black spots in front of his eyes. “Kya hua?” she whispered.
“I am seeing black spots….”
“Kuch khaya nehi kya?”
“Barkha ye tumne kya keh dia?”
“Arre what tumhari izzat barha rahi thi. Kisi ko kaise kehte ki driver k saath party mein aaye ho?”
Just then the DJ asked the couples to hit the dance floor. “Come let’s dance….” “I can’t dance…” “Spoilsport…” She waited for a while and seeing him not move dragged him to the dance floor and placed his hands on her waist.

She started guiding him all over her….Veer felt like a puppet engulfed in her charm. He felt light and happy and tried to read her eyes….just when he had begun to respond someone asked Barkha for a dance and she willingly accepted. Veer gradually drifted away from the floor and sat sipping coconut water at the bar counter.
He was rude but with her he was different. But today he decided it was the end of it. She was talking to someone animatedly discussing some hot air balloon trip when he held her waist and hoarsely whispered “chalo I am done….”

Read
Driver No. 1 (Part 3) – The First Kiss
Driver No. 1 (Part 4) – The planning with Daadi Ji!
Driver No. 1 (Part 5) – The Marriage Proposal
Driver No. 1 (Part 6) – The Wedding