The guy just smiled as aakanksha hangs up her phone, both exchange a gentle look and get back into thier own works. He gets busy writing his notes in his pocket diary and she was scrolls through her phone. As the night goes on, the weather keeps getting cold. Chilly winds coming from the window as the train gained speed, aakanksha shuts down her window while the guy seems to enjoy the wold winds and cool breeze.

"do you mind?" aakanksha asked gently as she looked at him and pointing at the window, "closing the window" she added further rubbing her shoulders. But she only got a cold glaze from him in return as he looked up to her. She felt like if she asked for his kidney. Aakanksha wasn't sure, what made her more uncomfortable the chilly winds and the cold weather or his icy glaze. He slowly did turn to the window and closes it down.

Suddenly the guy slides his diary towards aakanksha. Aakanksha got clscared a bit as he suddenly pushed his hand towards her, she looked at him in fear for a few seconds but as he eyes feel on his diary and what he intended to show her changed her perspective. She leaned forward to take a closer look. It was a drawing, of her. She reached out and got the diary in her hand to take a closer look, he had captured so much details n
Of her on that paper in such a short amount of time.

A perfect picture if u may. The best picture of herself that she had wasn't as good as what this stranger hand drawn. But he did alter something in the picture which she didn't Notice right away but as she took a closer look and looked at the details, she found he had drawn his own image in her eyes. The closer she looked at his face, the more familiar it felt. She suddenly looked up at him, as she realized as it was the same face she kept dreaming about for over a year now. The Same face she feels is following her. The same face she saw that night at the graveyard for the very first time.

// to be continued.. //
© Azok