Heartbeat on Wheels

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"No way!! You left my blazer there? In the train!"

"What? Did you tell me to hold it? Why would I hold a stranger's blazer?"

"Right! I'm the only fool here to help a STRANGER'S BLEEDING FOOT!"

"Look, I came here to apologize and you've started fighting and arguing with me again. It's not my fault. I had no idea you would be so careless about your things."

" I was careless? Seriously? You were down there screaming and groaning in PAIN and I jumped in without a second thought and I was CARELESS?? "

"Whatever, it's not my fault. What was your blazer anyway? A Gucci one? Or a Balenciaga's? Why are you fussing about that Jacket anyway?"

Yeah, it was more important to me than a Fancy Gucci. It had all my documents, my Identity card, my MONEY! Everything!

"Who keeps his documents in his blazer? What is this bag that you're holding for then?"

"Do you have a word of sympathy for me? A word? I literally lost my everything in this shithole of a city and you're lecturing me right now!"

"How dare you call my city a shithole? Watch your language, Mr."

"Are you FOR REAL!!!!!!!! Is that what's important for you right no?"

"Ahhhhhhhhh. What bad did I ever do to meet this girl in my life?"

"What? Did you say something about me?"

"About you? Seems like I've got more important tasks to figure out right now than to talk about you."

Don't talk rubbish. Tell me what are you here for? In Karachi?

"Why would I tell her? She's already made me pay for helping her. If I tell her where am I going, I'm sure bad things will happen to me—Worst things."

Hamza thought to himself, smiling at the girl.

"Stop smiling at me answer me. What are you here for?"

Hamza didn't know what to say. He saw small restaurant nearby and unintentionally spilled out:

"I'm here for the Restaurant, the famous restaurant in Karachi—The Mughal Pai."

"Oh, so you're here for a JOB. Ok, well, in that case you really are in a problem."

"Haha, no! I wasn't in a problem. I never would've been in a PROBLEM. But, thanks to you my dear, Now, I am."

"I'm not your DEAR!

ROSHI—Roshi is my name."

"I don't think I'll have to remember your name for future, huh!"

Both were talking absolutely rubbish. Counter-attacking each other. And almost fighting like they knew each other for years now, when in reality both of them were STRANGERS.

"Ok, here, take some money. I know your dignity won't allow it, but please... I understand you lost your assets while helping me, so It's now my responsibility to help you now. Look, please don't refuse it... I know you would say tha..."

"What? Refuse? I'll take it, for sure! You made me lose everything and now you think like you're doing some 'Piety-Work' showing your kindness here? Sure, It's your responsibility to pay me now. Thank you for that."

"What? What a freaking guy are you. I thought of you as a noble man, who would at least REFUSE once. At least, once. And look at you, seems like you had eyes on my money for years."

"Don't think of it as a CHARITY. You owed me money and now you've paid it. It's simple as that. Don't look at me with a Disgusted look, now."

"Owed you money? Are you crazy? Now I feel like I didn't even owe you an apology."

"Give me your address or phone number."

"Ha! See? See, I knew it! I knew it! Help someone like you is equal to stabbing yourself. Are you serious right now? You've got the audacity to ask for my PHONE NUMBER? My ADDRESS? Now, you're getting on my nerves!"

"Oh, Miss Lady Gaga! You're not some Princess Diana, ok? Even if you were, you would be the LAST GIRL on this planet I would flirt with, got it! Do I look like a freak or those ugly guys? I asked your address because you still owe me my documents. I know no one in Karachi. So, I'd have to take your help. Once I get them back, I'll make sure to not see you again."

"I don't owe you nothing! You hear me? Nothing at all!"

"Alright, then. Keep your Chillar—pennies! I don't need your charity."

Hamza thrusted her money on the bench.

"Alright! Seems like I care? Huh!"

Roshi got to her feet, seething with anger after picking her cash from the bench. She turned her path and walked away.

"Look at this man's EGO. Why do I even care? He lost everything due to his own carelessness. It ain't something to do with me. I apologized to him. I even offered some cash to help him. But, he' asking for MORE? Really? Why would I give him my address? I can't help him forever. And he says he don't know a single person in this city? Bullshit! I don't believe him. What an annoying troubled man."

Frustrated Roshi, babbling to herself suddenly realized how her foot didn't hurt anymore. She could walk easily, beside that deep wound. She stopped for a moment and murmured.

"But at the end of the day he helped me. No one in the train was coming near, and he rushed down to me, seeing my pain. I should at least give him this money, somehow."

Hamza, whereas was still sitting on the bench. He took a deep breath and murmured to himself in a low voice.

"Why does this girl take things far ahead. She thinks I am some stalker? Bullshit! God knows I how much I hated when she offered me the money. I would have never taken the cash from her. But, I had to. I had no other choice. I have not a single person whom I'm familiar with here. Nor do I have any source or phone number to contact Hira or Uncle. That Lady Gaga! I needed to know her address just to return her favor of giving me money. But, she thought I was a FREAK—A flirt with bad intentions?"

"Ahhhh! I'm totally screwed. I don't have a single penny and I'm already starving! God, help me. "

In a minute or so, a shop keeper from behind yelled:

"Hey, you young man! Come here"

Hamza titled his neck, and pointed at himself.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Come quick"

"Yes? What is it?"

"Are you Hamza?"

"Yes, I am. I am Hamza. Why?"

"Here, take this money and card. The address of Roshi Bibi—Lady, is written on it. She said to give you this money and also gave her address for you. Here, take it."

"What?"

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A/N:

See? Roshi ain't that bad after all, right?

Next part—Coming your way...