The First Five Times - Three

The first five times that Khushi and Arnav didn't meet

Three.

Now that there was no rush for Buaji's inhaler Khushi drove more carefully. It was a new city and she didn't want her first day to also be her last. Other people obviously didn't have the same thinking and she swerved quickly to avoid a large white car in her path.

She stopped her scooter and closed her eyes in prayer thanking Devi Maiyya for saving her life. She wasn't ready to die yet; still had so many things to do, so many things to see. She spared a look backwards for the large white car, probably belonged to some spoilt rich kid with no responsibilities and no life experience.

If she didn't have Buaji to think about she would have given him a stern talking to about driving etiquette and the value of a stranger's life. Instead Khushi started her scooter again determined to arrive back at Buaji's house safely.

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Arnav pressed his horn loudly, irritated at the thought of how much precious time a collision could have cost him. That little scooter and sidecar probably didn't even have adequate insurance to cover the damage it could have done to his car.

He looked up into the rear view mirror relieved at least to see the girl was wearing a helmet at least. With her abysmal driving skills she was bound to get into an accident someday. Thankfully there were over 12,000 other people in Delhi for her to run into and hopefully his car would be safe.