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So I am as advised changing the names of the characters. I am horrible with Indian names but you forced me to dig deep. Here it goes!
Veer walked quickly, and reached for the door of the building, making his way inside to find a beautiful hall ornate with old hardwood benches. His eyes fell onto the altar and he realized what this building was.
"I need to find a charger!" he mumbled looking around to find someone. He walked a bit a forward to notice someone seated on the bench holding onto a bible for dear life.
"Excuse me, do you have an i phone charger, my phone'."
But he stopped midway as if he recognized the face.
She suddenly looked up, clearing the few strands of hair covering her face, clearly angry at the sudden intrusion. As if the Satan had entered her chaste realm and grimed it with his mere presence. His red eyes screamed a lack of sleep and his disheveled state of hair and cloth also indicated that he had not slept all night.
Veer's expressions were a mix of intrigue and excitement.
"Hey" his vice echoed in the empty hall.
However, she once again folded her hands in her lap and lowered her head towards the floor, continue her meditation.
"I am not following you!" He pleaded, "I am just looking for a phone"
She suddenly jerked up and pulled out her cell phone from her bag and offered it to him unceremoniously, without looking towards him. As if trying to get him to shut up.
He didn't think twice before grabbing it and dialed a number quickly. He instructed his driver and hung up the phone.
"Thanks" he said returning the phone.
She took back the phone and placed it in her bag and resumed her prayer.
Some time passed and Veer felt the silence piercing his ears. He once again tried to start a conversation.
"Do you come here every day?"
There was no reply. But he persisted.
"I haven't seen you around campus before, have you just transferred?"
Still no reply.
"I am Kunwar Veer Singh; you probably have heard the name." He haughtily tried his charm.
She suddenly stood up, as if no longer able to bear his presence. She turned around to give him a hateful look, catching him by surprise.
She began to march towards the door; Veer stood and tried to follow her.
"Listen, what happened? Why are you leaving?"
She continuously ignored him.
"Do you need a ride" he asked. Stepping onto the cold snow again but she began to pace up and soon disappeared behind the fog.
Veer was in shock taking his hair into his hands and led out a loud grunt.
Veer was glad to be finally back home; the warmth comforted him down to his bones. He threw off his shoes soggy clothes, leaving on his undershirt and boxers, and jumped right onto his bed. Covering himself with the comforter and dosed off to sleep.
Sleeping through the entire day and the night, when the ringtone went off; Veer tried vainly to reach his phone that had slipped of the bed.
By the time he reached it, the phone had stopped ringing. He sat up on his bed and his stomach led out a loud groan. He realized he hadn't eaten anything in the last twenty four hours.
He strolled out of his room, sheepishly rubbing his eyes and dragged himself downstairs to the kitchen.
Veer's parents were living in Richmond, Virginia and he moved to his east village, New York about a year ago. He lived by himself, although his mom had arranged for a driver and maid who were available on call 24/7. But Veer preferred his privacy.
He was very close to both of his parents, although his father had gotten married twice, he didn't seem to care much as his mother had moved on with her life with her new fond love of fashion designing. Both his parents had always been there for him and he never felt deprived of anything.
Finding nothing suitable in the fridge, he opted to order from outside and in the meanwhile jumped into the shower.
Grabbing his food Veer settled onto the couch and dug in. The newspaper that he had picked up from the door earlier neatly lay on the table. Wiping one of his hands he moved forwards and held one corner of the paper and moved it to his lap. He shuffled through the pages absent mindedly until a picture caught his eye. He felt his stomach clenching to hold it content and his throat began to constrict against the bolus of food he was tried hard to swallow. His eyes ran across the headline over the photograph.
"The Murder of 19 year old Sarah Malhotra remains a mystery even after 4 years."
Veer turned paler as he continued to stare at the picture of the very girl whose phone he had borrowed just yesterday morning, but it couldn't had been her as the girl in the picture died four years ago.
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