“Tariq bhai, Astrid,” Sanvika said the next day as they were prepping food for the restaurant before opening for the day. “I am thinking of hiring one more employee. For serving and counter.”
“Huh? What happened? You always said hiring one more employee for this tiny place is a waste of money.” Tariq asked surprised.
“Well, money is for spending and we are earning enough now. And if there is one more person I can take a break once in a while. And it is rude to ask Mr Flower to help out all the time.”
Astrid and Tariq were looking at her suspiciously though. “What?” She asked.
“Why do I feel this has something to do with Vivaan being here?” Astrid asked.
“What? No. I was thinking about this for a while.” She said appalled, trying to hide her embarrassed face. It did not help her that Vivaan came in through the open door just then.
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Sanvika was surprised as Vivaan stopped beside Miramar beach. It was decorated colourfully for the International Film Festival. And there was a free informal movie screening going on on the beach. A huge white screen was made on a platform. And through a projector, the movie was projected onto the screen. The movie had already started and the audience had taken seats in the chairs arranged on the sand in front of the screen. “ A Free date as you wanted,” Vivaan said. Sanvika turned to Vivaan and smiled, “Well, the movie better not be boring.” She teased. Vivaan led her to the chairs and they sat down. Since the movie had just started, they were able to follow the story. Sanvika had always liked movies, so she enjoyed the movie about forgotten Goan singers so much. The movie was filled with good music, drama and pain. By the time it ended, she had tears in her eyes. “I did not intend to make you cry on our first date,” Vivaan said as they walked back t
Sanvika’s hands still trembled when she tried to hand the phone over to the boy. “My mother wants to talk to you.” She said. The boy looked up at her. “I did take you for a daddy’s girl after seeing your car and clothes. Seems like you are a momma’s girl, huh?Can’t do anything alone…” There was sharp mockery in his voice. Sanvika frowned but extended the phone further. “Can’t you see that my arms are pre-occupied?” He asked. Sanvika turned the speakerphone on and held the phone to the boy. “Ma, he is on…” She said. “Hello,” Nirmala’s voice came through crisp clear.“Hm... Hey…” The boy said, doubtfully. “How may I address you, young man?” “Look, Ma’am, I have not got time for this shit… Your daughter hit me with a ca
The first thing Sanvika did was to call her mother. “He is a kid. He cannot press charges without his parents’ support.” Nirmala said. “But Ma, can we do something for him? Pay for his college…”“Sanvika, we already paid a ridiculous amount of money to his parents.”“Foster parents,” Sanvike corrected her mother. “Whatever. We are not paying more. And you know how much colleges cost. And the kid is not even going to go to college for the next two years.”“But, Ma…”“Sanvika… Nothing will happen to you. You don’t need to worry. Ma will make sure of that. Don’t you know me?” She knew her mother. She knew that her mother was ruthless when it comes to business and the safety of her family. “Did you tell Vivaan?” Nirmala went on to ask. &
Taylor dropped into the table at the diner. His right hand was still in a sling. Sanvika looked at him. There was rebellious courage on his face. “How did you manage to vandalise the car with your hand still like that?” Sanvika asked. She was trying to act superior like her mother would have done. She still felt incredibly sorry for Taylor and guilty. But she tried not to show it. “I had some help,” He said. “Sophie?”“I have other friends besides Sophie.”“Hm. But it is just a car. You achieved nothing by spray painting on my car. I can just re-paint it. Change the windshield.”“Yes. I figured that.” He said in mockery. “Even if I vandalise multiple times, you can just replace the glass, just re-paint it… Even get a new car. Since money is not an issue, right? Since you guys have got a hell lot of
When Sanvika came down the next morning, Tariq was talking to Yashwanth, the teenage worker. “What is he still doing here?” Sanvika asked Tariq,“He says he wants to work here,” Tariq said. “What do you say, San?”Sanvika took a look at Yashwanth. He somehow reminded her of Taylor, even if they looked nothing alike. “Are you sure?” She asked Yashwanth, “Shouldn't you be studying somewhere?”“I have not even passed 10th, madam.” He said.“San,” she corrected him.“Huh?”“Not madam, it’s San. If you want you can add ‘didi’ to it.” She said.“San didi, madam.” He said sheepishly. He looked so innocent and cute that Sanvika took a liking to him.“Good morning…” Vivaan greeted everyone as he came in through the door with small glass cups filled with coffee. &ldq
Vivaan’s lips crashed into her and his hands went under her T-shirt. Hungrily, he explored her soft skin, his hands travelling from waist to up… Until his fingers hit the fabric of her bra. He looked up for permission. But Sanvika looked nervous. “Vicky…?” he whispered. “It’s not even the first time. Why am I so nervous!” Vivaan chuckled, “I am nervous too…” he said. And he did look nervous. Sanvika softly touched his cheek. “You are?” She asked. “Yeah. It’s you.” Vivaan kissed her. Slowly first, then passionately. His hand pushed under her bra, feeling the most amazing curves of her. Sanvika shivered against him. “I can’t hold any longer…” Vivaan said moving back. He took off his shirt and began to unbuckle his jeans. But that is when his mobile started to ring. Vivaan looked super annoyed at the mobile ring. He took the mobile out of his pocket. He blinked at the screen. “Your dad is calling me.” He said, confused. “Dude, did he inst
That evening, Shardul found Vivaan sitting on the beach on a fallen coconut tree. He was looking broody. “Vivaan,” He called as he approached him.Vivaan turned around. “Hm…Shardul bhai,” Vivaan forced a smile.“Is something wrong?’ Shardul asked sitting beside Vivaan.“No. Why?” Vivaan lied.“You called me Shardul bhai.”“Hm?” Vivaan did not register it first as his mind was elsewhere.“You call me Mr Flower, right?”“Oh yeah. Mr Flower.” Vivaan said. He smiled and looked away to the sea. “That is a bit childish, right? I mean it’s weird for a grown man to call another man as Mr Flower.”Shardul chuckled. “I thought that all the time you had called me Mr Flower. But then… you always felt like a child. Always happy. Always radiating positivity and energy…” He
Sanvika stared at her bank balance on her laptop screen. It was not much. Barely enough to survive for a month. She had no idea what she is going to do. No entrupener in Goa knew. Some were already broke and in debt. And some closed up their shops.Sanvika looked back at Astrid and Tariq who were having a mild argument. Their arguments were getting more serious than playful these days. Sanvika knew that it is because this was not the right time to have a baby. Financially, and because of the condition out there. Astrid was more and more concerned about her delivery each day. She seemed to take out her frustration on Tariq.Shardul was helping out more in his sister’s restaurant than at San’s. Many of the workers who worked in Suchil and Aron’s restaurant left to go to their hometowns.Sanvika looked at young Yashwanth wiping tables. “Why are you doing that?” She asked, “There is nobody to come.”“Still, ther