THE TALE OF TWO PERSON

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 17, 2018

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"TechX"  a delhi based techno company work for making data programs for other company
The company ranked 2nd  in india in making data programmimg  for past 4 years.The company had much of his client all across the country.Few days  back comapny got a contract from bangalore based company to improve security frame work on unencrypted files stored in company server.
Company CEO "Ashish Bajaj",called most trusted guy for this job "Harsh Dixit".Harsh is a computer programmer and has done B.tech from IIT Delhi,he is from middle class family. He lives with his mom Rubi,until last year when his father died in an accident.
The company CEO assured him to increase his salary if he is done with this project on this note  Harsh accepted this project happily.
He was bit shy type of guy and doesn't have any friend,so he spend his most of his work on computer so he completed his work within 2weeks.
After a weeks of hard work he shows his work to his CEO and his work was promising.
As soon as he got green flag,his flight was booked this was a first time he is going to bangalore for presenting his work.
As much he was excited,he was bit nervous too.
After reaching bangalore he went to hotel and get fresh and wear his dad blue jacket and got all stuff ready for presentation.
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Harsh walks out of his meeting, completely exhausted. After three long  hour for explaing the code setup, he has finally worked out a deal that is sure to get him a promotion. Despite the fact that he has an early flight back to New Delhi in the morning, Harsh decides to have a few drinks at the pub across the street. He has been in Bangalore for  days and has not seen any of the city. He cannot leave without at least visiting a wine bar, he thinks.
He quickly booked a cab from UBER,and visited nearest bar 'TOSCANO" which he find in his google map.
He notices a coat rack next to the door and carefully hangs his jacket from one of the hooks. hars  does not really consider it to be his jacket,though It was his father's jacket, but it was passed down to Harsh after his father died last year. Almost every memory Harsh has of his dad involves him wearing the dark blue coat.
Harsh walks to the bar section and orders a drink. After he has finished, the bartender asks if he wants another drink. Harsh checks his watch and sees his plane is leaving in five hours and decides he needs to go. He regrets picking a flight so early in the morning, but knows he will be able to get some sleep after he reach hotel. He pays for his drink, grabs his jacket, and leaves.
It has gotten much colder outside since Harsh went into the pub, so he slips his jacket on. At least, he tries to slip it on. He sticks his arm in the sleeve, but the hole at the end is too small for his hand. He tries the other sleeve, but the jacket is too small to stretch across his back. He takes it off and looks at it.It looks like a shrunken version of his jacket. He checks the pocket and finds a wallet that is definitely not his. He opens it up and sees an ID with a picture of a woman. Her name is Priyanka. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes. A cute girl, Harsh thinks, but he does not have time to worry about that.
He returns to the bar and checks the coat rack. His coat is gone. There are three black coats and a brown one, but not a single blue. He walks around the bar thinking that maybe Priyanka got cold and put his jacket on, but there are no women in the whole place. He stands still, trying to decide what to do. He cannot leave his dad's jacket in bangalore and Priyanka probably needs her wallet.
He types the address from her ID into his phone map and sees that her house is only a few minute away. He can stop by her place, trade jackets, and still make it back to his hotel.
He walks through the night. It is getting colder and his thin dress shirt
does not keep him warm. He finds the house and knocks on the door. When thedoor finally opens, the woman standing behind it is definitely not Priyanka.
This woman is around eighty with little bright white hair on her head,she was looking skinny.
"Does a woman named Priyanka live here?" Harsh asks her.
"No. No one lives here but me," she answers in sweet tone.
Harsh digs through the pocket of the jacket and hands the old woman Priyanka'sID. "Do you know her?" he asks.
"Oh yes, that's the girl who lived here before me. I saw her when she was
moving out. She's a cute, isn't she?"
"Do you know how I can contact her? It's kind of urgent."
"Well I don't really know her. I could call the landlord. See if he knowsanything."
"Well if it wouldn't be too much trouble," Harsh says.
"No trouble at all." The old lady invites him in and he sits on the couch. She goes into the kitchen and he hears her talking on the phone. He looks through the wallet, trying to find any clues about her, but all he finds are a couple of credit cards and a picture of her and her family.
"She must be pretty special," the old lady said as she walks into the living room.
Harsh's head jerks up as he realizes he is staring at her photo.
"Oh, no. I've never met her," Harsh says.
The old lady looks suspicious but hands him a piece of paper. "The landlord says he doesn't know how to contact her but he did give me the name of a club she likes to go to. I don't know if it'll help."
Harsh types the address written on the paper into his phone and sees it is a ten minute walk away on his map. And he sees that his plane leaves in one and half hours. He thanks the old woman and walks as quickly as he can to the club.
Inside the club, he searched through the crowd but cannot find Priyanka
anywhere. Nobody looks like her.
He steps outside the club and leans against the wall and lighted up his cigrate and started smoking. He doesn't even notice the woman leaning against the wall next to him wearing a blue jacket that is clearly too big for her. She notices him though.
"This jacket would be warmer if you were wearing it," she says.Harsh looks up and find the girl,Priyanka staring right to him.
"Wait, you're Priyanka," he says.
"I know," she says. "But that's weird that you know."
"I've been looking for you all night. You're wearing my jacket. We accidentally swapped jackets at the bar earlier."
"How did you find me?" She smiles as she says this. Her smile is a lot more
beautiful in person, Harsh thinks.
"It's a long story."
"Wait, I was at the pub like few hours ago. Have you really been chasing me around for that long?"
"Well I was chasing the jacket, really," Harsh says, starting to blush.
"I like a person that's committed to his jacket," Priyanka says as she slides off Harsh's jacket and hands it to him. He slips it over his shoulders and feels Priyanka's lingering warmth. "I like long stories. Want to get a cup of coffee and tell me about your night?"
Priyanka says "Sure."
Harsh smiles at her and knows he will miss his flight in a few hours, but he does not care.
...............to be continue


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