“On the 2nd of December 1911, Queen Mary of England, the wife to King George V made her way through the Gateway of India for the first time. Today it stands as one of India’s most popular tourist attractions, affectionately known as the Taj Mahal of Mumbai.”
Marina Scott stared at her tour guide with intrigue as he regurgitated the same facts that he had many times previously. He was a handsome man – deep brown eyes and a smile that shone as he interacted with his audience. She was enthralled, not so much by the great history of Mumbai, but by the attractive stranger whom she knew only as ‘Rahul, your tour-guide for today’.
She attempted to catch his attention as the tour continued, through the gateway.
As she wiped the sweat off her brow, an elderly lady fell to the floor dramatically. She had succumbed to the heat, her presumed husband (just as elderly and infirm) flailed his arms around in panic. ‘Rahul’ attended to the patient immediately, calm and with confidence.
‘That’s it for today everybody’ he spoke, ending the tour on the spot. Marina took one last look at the best attraction on the tour before turning away from the unknowing man, back towards the city in which she was still a stranger.
Produced using a prompt from What Pegman Saw. Since I kinda missed the deadline on this one, I deviated from the word-count a little. Constructive criticism always welcome.
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