An excerpt from my, er, new venture. I'd love any feedback but, I'm in the process of getting to know my characters..so, what do you think about Rohan (the MC) and Maya (the girl).
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The next day was the longest I had to endure in my life, partly because I was awakened at around 3 a.m. by annoying mosquitoes buzzing merrily near my ear. I sat up and threw my hands up in the air attempting to get rid of the ruddy pests. The clock on the wall was ticking away and I squinted to adjust to the dimly lit room.
Outside, it was pitch black with the exception of a few tall, flickering streetlights, struggling to stay fluorescent. I rubbed my face with the palm of my hand and felt a thin layer of sweat on my forehead. It was then I realized how hot it really was. Burning, in fact, like a hot oven set on high. Desperately in need of fresh air, I stepped out of bed.
It took a great deal just to make it into the living room; the dark corridor was making it impossible from me to find the stairs. At least four people were sleeping on the floor, spread across the living room. Light snores could be heard mixed with steady breathing as I crept past them towards the front door. Turning the knob, I was greeted with a light breeze percolating past the cracks.
Hyderabad showed a completely different face during nighttime; it was as if the noisy hustle apparent through the day never existed. The neem tree was swooshing in the breeze and sweat on my brow quickly dried up. I looked back into the house to make sure everyone was asleep before slipping into my shoes. Quietly closing the door behind me, I descended the stairs towards the main gate.
The street was silent, with the exception of a few distant car honks. The moonlight replaced the streetlight, which stopped flickering, too tired to continue. The sidewalk was still infested with trash and the natural light accentuated the cracks in the poorly constructed roadways. A part of me reminded me I was still in India but the other part found an inexplicable serenity in the surroundings.
Without dwelling any further, I stuffed my hands into the pajama pockets; it was colder than I had expected. Turning left, I walked against the wind and my eyes started watering because of the cool air.
I heard the gravel crunch behind me and turned to see a familiar looking girl. A closer inspection and I deduced her identity as the same girl who was looking for Aryan yesterday. The familiar long, brown hair flew past her shoulders. I looked away fighting the urge to brush the loose strand dancing on the side of her face.
"I haven't seen you here before," I couldn't tell whether she was questioning my sudden appearance or stating it and didn’t know how to reply.
"Yeah, I don't normally walk around at 3 a.m." Naturally, I resorted to my secret weapon: humor.
It was obvious that I wanted her to explain her mysterious wanderings but unfortunately, she only answered with a nervous smile. She'd noticed my foreign accent and the corner of her mouth lifted into a small smile. Even in the dim moonlight, her features were breathtaking. Her eyes shifted as she noticed me staring at her yet, I didn't turn away. It was amusing to watch her squirm under my gaze.
Another gust flew past us and she pulled her light jacket tighter against her body. .
"Want my jacket?" I offered and as soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had said something wrong. Dawning on my offer, I realized how ridiculous my offer seemed and scrambled to find an excuse.
"You're not from around here," she stated ignoring my request.
"Nope," Her silence told me that she'd expected me to expand. So I added, "I just flew in from America for a visit. Aryan's my cousin." Her expression didn’t change like my aunts and uncles, whose eyes lit up with envy every time I said America. She was indifferent to it, and found myself wondering why I cared so much about her opinion.
I wasn't ready for another awkward pause, so I continued, "So, do people here always walk around in the middle of the night or is it just you?" I asked. My tone was inquisitive and she caught my drift, I wanted to know exactly what she was doing here.
"I should ask you the same question," She smiled. Strands of her long hair danced merrily in the wind before delicately landing on her cheek.
"Can't sleep, and you?" Her eyebrows slightly lifted at my eagerness and I had turned crimson red.
"Something like that," she said lightly but I couldn't help but feel it wasn't anything like my problem. Since she didn't want to tell me, I didn't push for answers but the questions were bubbling in my head with each passing second. Why was she here yesterday for Aryan? Why was she here now?
The gravel crunched underneath her foot as she started walking backward. She realized the conversation had reached a dead-end and took the initiative to end it.
"Well, see you around then," I opened my mouth to stop her but closed it when she abruptly turned her back to me.
"Do you need a ride?" I asked out of desperation.
"Have a car?" she teased.
"No," I placed a hand behind my head and couldn't help the small smile playing on my lips.
"See you, then," she waved as she reached the end of the street.
"When?" I called out.
The conversation ended just as strangely as it began. The fact that I didn't even know her name struck me hard and I scrambled to the end of the lane, but the street was empty. Disappointed, I walked back to the house. This time I took no precautions to avoid waking up the others.
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