Well...hello Mumbai!

I looked at the mirror which was reflecting my yellow dress. I adjusted my dupata and sat on the bed. I signed heavily and waited for them to arrive when my phone rang. It was Azaan, again. He had called me before but as I was in the shower and then fell asleep I didn't pick it up.

It's been only 4hrs since we talked but it felt like 4 years.

Act tough Shagufta!

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, sorry to hang up. I was busy doing something!"

"Yeah...obviously."I said the last part softly.

"No sir, the bags are over there!" I heard someone say from the other side.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Oh, don't be jealous it was the staff!" he chucked slightly.

It's been so long since I've heard him laugh.

"In your dreams! Wait, what staff?"

"Well...hello Mumbai!" I could feel him smiling right now.

"What?! You? Here?!"

"I guess yeah...and I'm coming to your place!"

"NO!"

"Whoa! Why?" he asked surprisingly.

"Because they will be there anytime!" I yelled.

"Uhhh..who?"