Zubair and Zaira had come down, for breakfast.

They had decided, to not have their breakfast cooped up in the bed, for a change.

The lady at the reception, was again eyeing him as if he was a treasure, when they were asking her about the breakfast arrangements.

She felt, more annoyed than she could admit.

They decided to have a light breakfast, with some toast, strawberry jam and butter with orange juice.

It was a pleasant change, from the heavy cuisine they were exploring in Prague.

After breakfast, they stepped out.

Zubair was walking in the front, along the road, hands in his jacket pocket.

''Where are we going? The taxis are on the other side!'' she yelled, behind him. They were supposed to go to Prague Caste. That's what he had said yesterday.

No reply.

Didn't he hear me?

She was already having a hard time catching up to him. She sensed he was doing it purposely, to like her up. She just continued race walking, to match his pace.

Yesterday seemed like a dream. He was back to his aloof self.

So frustrating! The mule had to get diagnosed, he definitely was bipolar!

Just then, he stopped in his tacks and turned towards the road.

It was a bus stop.

Was he waiting for a bus?

Zaira looked at him, squinting, all the while trying to catch up to him.

Now what was he up to?

Just then, a bus stopped, right in front of him, and without so much as a glance towards me, he just boarded it.

Zaira ran as quickly, as her feet would allow and barely got in, just as the doors of the bus closed.

At least the guy had the decency to pay for two, because the driver just ushered her in, without a protest.

He had already seated himself in a single seat near the window. So, she had no choice but to sit next to a man. It felt wrong, but what choice did she have. It was the only empty seat. The bus was going, so fast, that even, considering the option of just standing, seemed ridiculous to her.

But before she sat, she made sure to turn over her shoulder and throw a glare at him. He seemed a bit conflicted at first, while looking at me, but then he turned his attention towards the window.

Be it, then!

She just rested her head on the window and looked at the passing road. It was raining.

The gloomy aura, reminded her of a poem, which she had come across a literature text book back in the days.

''And he went out,

in the rain,

without speaking to me,

without looking at me"

***

A loud ringing noise!

It woke her up, from her sleep. She realized in alarm that she had dozed off. She quickly turned around and looked for Zubair.

His seat was empty! He wasn't there!

Her head whipped to the front.

Whew.

A sigh of relief, escaped her.

But then, he suddenly got out of the bus.

What!

He was getting off!

Dread took hold of her. Before she could realise, she was moving.

She was done for, if she got lost. She had absolutely no idea, where she was.

She had barely got out, when the bus geared up, and lurched forward.

She breathed in relief.

Alhamdhulillah.

She looked around to spot Zubair, yet again walking away, as if nothing had happened, without a care.

All she saw was red.

How dare he?

This time, she wouldn't hold back from rattling on him. She'd make sure her mother in law, heard about this.

She followed him again, trying to catch up to him.

Seriously, she was fed up of following him around, like a puppy.

She couldn't even concentrate on where the place was, because she was too focused on catching up to him.

She took a quick look around. She noticed that this was another place similar to the Old Town  Sqaure.

She remembered, seeing this place in the brochure provided by the BoHo Prague. If she remembered correctly, this was Mala Strana.

It really was as beautiful as it had been portrayed.

The streets were old, with beautiful old buildings, cafes, restaurants, shops, small parks, and squares with fantastic statues and fountains.

There were some number of narrow streets covered with nicely designed white and gray tiles, surrounded by beautiful old structures and lamp posts. 

The crowd of people, here was much worse than Old Town Sqaure.

But it was a breathtaking view.

But, what's the point?

With him walking like a psycho maniac, how could she enjoy the view!

Her feet started aching. She had been straining them, for a while now. She couldn't continue anymore. And her anger and frustration over her pathetic plight, only made it worse.

She was losing sight of him, as well.

Oh, no!

She moved forward and stood up on her tiptoes, when she saw the back of his head.

Then a large crowd appeared before her , and she completely lost sight of him.

Ugh!

She felt like crying!

She looked around, trying to catch a sight of him. The oncoming crowd of tourists were overwhelming her. She was being pushed around. Her feet ached in pain. Her eyes blurred.

She just then caught a glimpse of him. He seemed a bit closer to her, now. She stretched her hand forward to reach him.

He turned back, suddenly.  But he was far away from her. Very far. She was again, losing sight of him.

Her vision became fuzzy.

''Zubair!"

He was nowhere, She called out to him.

Just, when she was pushed back again, and felt like, a mass was engulfing her, someone caught her limp hand. She was pulled out.

She looked up to find a familiar pair of blue eyes staring back at her.

Alhamdhulillah.

But then, all of a sudden, every single emotion , she had been trying keep in line, threatened to engulf her.

All her frustration, anger, stress and fear returned with full force. Her eyes glazed.

A single tear rolled, down her cheeks.

Clutching his hand tightly, with which he had caught her, she tried to stop, as more tears rolled down.

***