I stare agape at the old lady for a moment. Is she saying the truth or joking around with me?
Dhruv's other name is Mimo? How can that brat have such a cute name?
I think you shouldn't call him a brat since he's the one who saved you from your vomit party.
Sometimes, I can't even insult this guy because of his good deeds. Does he have a Mahatma Gandhi version 2.0 too in his self?
"I know it sounds a bit out of place for you. But I have been taking care of Dhruv from his childhood. I am like his second mother. And I gave this nickname to him."
"Oh,I see. That's...umm... very kind."
Wow! What great words , Meera! Claps for you!
Excuse me! If you invite your band party to play their drums inside your ar
I see Dhruv's expression turn from anger to regret. He made a girl cry after all. And not only a girl, but me! Me! Can you even believe that? I'm basically not a person to shed tears. But here am I, crying like an idiot. "Meera-I—" his hand grabs my left arm that's trembling with my lips."Just don't talk. I want to go home." I say and jerk his hand away. Emotions like anger,fear,hatred. All bubble up inside me like soda. I want to slap this guy so hard for judging me like this. But then again,he doesn't know my story,does he? I step inside the car and settle on the passenger's seat. I avoid any eye contact from him, trying my best to subdue my tears. Why did I even cry? Have I gone mad or it's the after effect of the sea sickness? Argh! I shouldn't have come with him today. Should have stayed back home and none of this would have happened in the first place.He sits beside me,his eyes roaming over my form. But I do
"What? How's that possible? Weren't you taking care of her?" I shout at her, literally. That bitch must have done something. Laila leans in to hear,of course she will hear."Meera,how can you say that? I'm very responsible towards her. But people can get sick you know and Sonia is such a fragile thing. Maybe she caught a cold or something while going to school? I told you so many times that she doesn't need to go to school. She's a girl after all. She can get married and have a husband who can take care of her.""She's nine! What kind of a sick bitch are you? Get her married to a stranger? Over my dead body! Leave it, I'm coming to India tomorrow." I lower my voice, but keep my threatening voice intact."What? Ah,no need. What about your work there? What about the money?" The bitch seriously has the mouth to ask for it. I mean, seriously?"You don't have to worry
After going back to my home country,things don't look very bright. Sonia is really very sick and that bitch made sure that I have a hard time scolding her because half of the aunties are present in the house. They are our neighbours and admire her a lot because of her buttering skills. There is one thing I need to learn from this woman that I will use later in my job. That is to impress people and give them the Illusion that you are a God-sent angel when in reality, you are just a demon in disguise. I can hear them talking about me as I sit in Sonia's room, looking after her. Some of them keep asking Udupi why I am not married yet. Great question!Here, all people can think about is getting a good career for men and a good husband for women. That is it. They don't think that we women also have aspirations of our own. But leaving aspirations, I just dream of a normal life. Like having normal parents and going to a school, getting my degree and
Dhruv's povI walk down to my living room and sit on the sofa with my arms spread and my head resting on the back. These days have been very tiring. Cracking deals and getting my workers to do the job was hard. But it is something that I normally do. That is what my life has turned into after I became a successful entrepreneur. I do not mind, because I do what I like. And the best section is, I don't have to rely on my family to make my ends meet. As if they would even care.I loosen my tie from my neck as it was suffocating me. I don't understand the logic of wearing ties at all. I personally prefer myself to be tieless. There is so much pressure already, why put up with a dress code that does not help? And not that it attracts any particular interests of the opposite sex. Women do like to pull off a man's tie in bed and the sluts I have fucked always complimented them. Except her. Meera Adarsh. I hate that woman! She ke
"Hello, my little love. What do you like to eat?" Aunty, Laila's mom asks Sonia, who is currently hiding behind me as she is super shy. Haha, no one would tell she is my sister if our faces did not look similar. "Um, she eats everything. You don't have to worry about it." I say with a smile. "Ah, don't worry. Then I will make some Biryani for our little doll, hmm? You both go up and wait for my call." She says and I nod my head. Since the moment Sonia learned that she was coming with me, her expressions were worth recording. She was so happy and bouncing. I can tell that bitch didn't treat her well at all. I'm glad that I made this decision. But another problem remains. I cannot stay in Laila's home forever. Especially with Sonia on top of that. I told them that it will be a maximum of one month and then we will be off to our place. Which I currently don't have! Sonia clings to me a
I walk towards the entrance of the park where my destiny awaits me. Okay! Too dramatic, I believe. Dhruv told Eleanor that we are supposed to meet here, in South Central Park and I agreed. I like parks and Greenery and especially the water bodies, if present. Someone can certainly suggest that I go to a beach. I love beaches too. But beaches have a lot of sand. I don't like sand. Hence, park it is. Or maybe a house pool.I see Dhruv looking ahead at the lake and the sun shines over him, making his straight face glow. Strangely, he is not wearing any formals but a brown hoodie with grey pants. Hmm. I rarely see him in casuals. What is up with him? I chose to wear casuals too because you can't be spotted wearing a dress in a place like this. Well, whatever his reason is, I'm just glad he chose this place.I stand next to him. "Hi." He looks at me, his eyes scanning my look. It kind of makes me feel self conscious of m
One cannot say what life brings and certainly, my life is giving me hurricanes to deal with all of a sudden. With a lot of pressure in my head, I thought that my problems were only external. But never did I believe that I have a word problem. Like, how can I say 'okay' just like that to Dhruv's proposal. I swear I had a lot to say. Like a literal essay. Yes, it is that lengthy and I can tell because one entire page of my diary is filled with the explanations which are supposed to be my speech in front of him tomorrow."What are you doing?" Laila asks as she closes the door behind her."Mi is a student." Sonia says in her cute voice and Laila's eyebrows furrow. She looks at the diary in my hand."I didn't know that you journal your feelings." She scratches her dumb head."Ugh! No. I don't. And this is not my feelings…" I look at my disgusting handwriting wh
Eleanor stares ahead,with her chin resting on the junction of her interlocked hands. "Hmm. This is interesting.""You don't say." I flip the paperweight."Any particular reasons you were able to pick?""Nothing that I could seriously comprehend. He said that he wants me to genuinely like him." I shrug."That is strange. Mr. Saxena has been a very indifferent man to people's emotions. But then again, he chose you at a first glance when on the contrary,he is known for rejecting sugar babies in the call of a day." She says, her fingers getting back to their typing routine on the keyboard."I don't know. He just said it and it didn't seem like a lie.""He wouldn't lie about something like this. It is a very serious matter. Can be more or less considered as a direct proposal of affectionate interests. If the media gets a