The wealthy families of the cast and outside, of city and country and friends and aquantaince, everyone would put efforts for their girls. But the man with all riches, had his heart for that girl, who he almost saw.
He cancelled his next flight from Raipur hoping she’d visit again. Every week, the same day when he saw the old lady walk the edgy hill near Arang. Back home, his friends- asked by his parents- would show him pictures of prospective brides. Apart from his work, he would have only one thought, ‘what was about her? Why were everyone looking at her?‘
He spent the afternoon and evening with her. A five hour drive from his city to her’s. He kissed her so passionately that all her doubts vanished. Two naked souls which fell in love with every move, again and again. They did not have sex, but everything else.
As I looked outside the window, she walked out of the taxi and paid the driver hundred rupees who asked for a better note. I looked carefully.
“Ma’am are you ordering now?” the waitress called me, grabbing my attention.
“Yes? I’m waiting for a friend.” I said, “Okay, get me a cold coffee!”
“And one hot hot for me.” Veena entered and smiled. I smiled back, more with the relief of having a company. We hugged each other, after three long years. I felt my friend in my arms.
“What happened? You know how scared I got when you said you were dead!” I asked her.
“ Where did you tell your dad you were going so late?” Veena asked back.
“Of course I said i was meeting you and your new job’s pending party”
“Clever..! Asking for party indirectly.”
“No, directly. Now will you tell me what’s on?”
She held my hand tight and whispered “Aahana, promise me..”
“..you know I woudn’t tell..” I interrupted.
“..you won’t shout on me and listen calmly..”
“ Come on…”
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