Was she even real or an illusion? What do I do?

Building his courage, he arrived with huge flowers.

Few men came to him.

"Thank you. It means a lot." He was reluctant to let the flowers he selected for an hour to land in the hands of this bulky man.

The firefighter smiled at the gesture. Ashay"s eyes wandering around the place to sight the girl.

The firefighter couldn"t help ask, "Need something?"

"Red.." he muttered.

They laughed.

"The girl who saved me. Is she not here?"

"Please G.o.d let her be here."

"Reeya, She is on leave today. "

Found her.

Reeya... Reeya that"s her name. Ashay repeated many times in his heart.

She was famous among her colleague. They talked non stop about the funky girl.

His Red.

Ash and Red!

"Can I meet her?"

How do I confront her?

I am the man who you had a one night stand with, the same man whose life you saved...

What if she dislikes or regrets the night? Didn"t she wish they don"t contact each other? Hence they never exchanged each other"s phone numbers or even names.

He was frotunate enough to met her, or it was impossible to find a girl without even knowing her name.

It would have been better if she noticed him during the incident. Oh! She didn"t recognize me then. Why didn"t I erase the sooth on my face before encountering her? one wipe.

Even if he had no sooth on his face, the smoke wouldn"t let her recognize him.

Afraid of confronting her he just stalked her.... on social media. He did not have an ounce of nerve.

While checking his social accounts, his eyes fell on her recent update.

Found my long lost love...

Love?!

And there displayed a pic of Reeya and his sister smiling hand with Reeya"s arm around Ira.

Is this my cold, loner sister?

After digging some more, he found that she was a friend of Ira.

Friend? Ira had no friends.

Huh! He was ecstatic. Jumping over the moon.

They were from the same inst.i.tution. They attended the same university.

This makes it easier.

Yes, my sister would help. She had a smile in her picture. Letting a girl hold her arm was a gesture he hadn"t seen her allowing even himself.

....

Ira was preparing for bed when Vivan entered the bedroom.

"Ira, drink this!"

Ira frowned as her gaze fell on the cup of milk. As soon as he came back, he was anxious to give her hot milk.

"I don"t want to drink!"

"Weather got colder, drink to keep warm!"

"I am not cold, nor hungry." she pouted.

"Yeh, After eating junk food how will you be hungry?"

"Ah...How do you.."

"You forgot I am the one who throws trash every night."

He placed the cup in her hands with a smile.

"Devil" she murmured.

"What?"

"Do I have to drink?" She fluttered her eyes in front of Vivan.

"Be obedient!"

Ira raised her hand and bowed her head. The smell itself was repelling, she held sullen look drinking milk.

Vivan saw that she made it so painful to drink milk while enjoying all the junk. He wondered if she was drinking milk or a gla.s.s of poison. "Is it so difficult to drink?"

"No" She frowned forcing herself to drink a few mouthfuls.