دانلود رمان انگلیسی “دختر در اتاق 105”

On board IndiGo flight 6E766 HYD–DEL ‘Fasten your seatbelts, please. We are passing through turbulence,’ the flight attendant announced. Eyes shut, I fumbled to find the belt. I couldn’t. ‘Fasten your seatbelt, sir,’ the flight attendant personally reminded me. She looked at me like I was one of those dumb passengers who couldn’t follow simple instructions. ‘Sorry, sorry,’ I said. Where was the other end of my belt, anyway? My head hurt from a lack of sleep. I had spent the whole day in Hyderabad at an education conference and was on the last midnight flight back to Delhi. Damn, where the hell was my buckle? ‘You are sitting on your belt,’ the person next to me said. ‘Oh, stupid me!’ I said, finally clicking my belt shut. My eyes still refused to open. ‘Tough flight, isn’t it?’ he said. ‘Tell me about it,’ I said. ‘I need a coffee.’ ‘No service at the moment—because of the turbulence,’ he said. ‘Going for an event?’ ‘Returning from one,’ I said, somewhat surprised. How did he know? ‘Sorry, I saw your boarding pass. Chetan Bhagat. The author, right?’ ‘Right now a zombie.’ He laughed. ‘Hi, I am Keshav Rajpurohit.’ An awkward side-by-side handshake followed. We passed through angry clouds. They didn’t like this hard metal object disturbing them. The aircraft rattled like a pebble in a tin. I clutched the armrests, a futile search for stability at thirty-eight thousand feet. ‘Nasty, eh?’ Keshav said. I breathed deeply through my mouth and shook my head. Relax, it’s going to be okay, I told myself. ‘Isn’t it amazing? We are in this big metal box floating in the sky. We have absolutely no control over the weather. A strong gust of wind could rip this plane apart,’ he said in a calm voice.