30 # Be careful, Myra!

Myra's POV

On the last day of Navratri, it comes so fast, I wish it would come after more days. I'm not Gujarati, but my friends were Gujarati when I was in school. That's how I learned these Garba steps. Pakhi, one of my best friends and my crime partner, too. Today, I miss her, we didn't meet for a long time, when I came to Delhi, there was no option of contacting her. Though I wrote letters to her, I didn't receive any reply from her. That hurt and then, I moved on and my friends were left in Mumbai.

As time passes, everything changed and now, I'm Mrs. Black, 'temporary Mrs. Black' - My brain reckoned me.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Ruhi's number, my wrestler and one-woman army. We talked a lot once I got this phone from Aaron. But today, I'm missing Pakhi and I don't know where she is, so I called my wrestler.

"Hey, how are you?" She picked up rapidly.

"Fine, aren't sleeping?" I asked.

"I was feeling that my alarm friend is going to call me, so I was waiting for your ca