Plainly With A Twist!

5. The Rose story.

Mishka sat anxiously browsing through the WhatsApp chat history of her brother's chats with Meera. Not that she needed to look much. Even now the last message was from new year's. Meera had sent a nice happy new year and a great sticker with lots of smileys while her super boring brother had simply replied same to you, that too, 6 hours later. Goodness! If Mishka was in Meera's place she would have given an earful to Eshaan and also blocked him straight away! The new years' wish wasn't the only example either this was the scene in every single wish: where Meera had sent a sweet lively message with stickers, smileys, gifs, and pics and her brother had either ignored replying or replied late with "a same to you".

On Eshaan's birthday, every year up to a couple of years back there was a wish from Meera, sometimes at dot midnight. The wishes were so warm and creative and playful. It broke Mishka's heart to see how coldly they had been dealt with on Eshaan's side. In these six years since the beginning of their chat history, there are very few instances they had indulged in normal chat, and even then Eshaan had not had the manners to ask her (Meera) about her birthday or other likes and dislikes.

Mishka knew Eshaan was introvert and dull in these matters, but this felt downright rude to be honest. Nani had told her that Eshaan was in love with Meera and hence she supported this marriage even though she didn't exactly disagree with some of the points put forward by dadi and mom. But Mishka felt confused, things weren't adding up.

Eshaan was in the bathroom, having his long relaxing evening bath. She didn't have long now to complete her investigation. Once more she looked through the contact list to see, just in case there was another account for Meera, she found none, and that was disturbing. The duo was engaged and about to get married in just 5 days from now and for people who claimed to know each other from before, it was weird that not even a single message was exchanged between them. not even phone calls, for Mishka had checked call logs as well.

Just as Mishka contemplated the next place to look at, she heard the bathroom door clicking. Immediately she closed all the tabs on his phone, threw it on the ornate 4 poster bed, and ran out of the bridegroom's room.

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She didn't stop running till she was in nani's room and closed the door with a thud.

Saisha was sitting alone in her room by the dressing table, selecting and arranging her jewellery for the Haldi function the next day.

She looked over to Mishka and smiled a conspiratorial smile.

"so, what did my spy find?"

"bhaiya is a serial killer!" Mishka yelled dramatically, before plopping down on the bed.

Saisha turned to her granddaughter with shock and confusion written all over her face.

Ever since the family had returned from Mumbai fixing Eshaan and Meera's marriage, her sweet laddu had been happy and smiling way more than usual.

Yet the annoying boy hadn't given them any more juicy gossip. Saisha and Mishka were dying of curiosity to know more about the couple-to-be's history together. But no luck. They finally met the fabled Meera directly at the engagement ceremony held at their Besa haveli. And honestly they could not have imagined a more bizarre match. The girl was a living breathing fireball. Nothing about her could hint that she was the first choice of Eshaan for marriage or how could such a girl agree to marry a simple man like Eshaan. It was literally like the marriage of the sun and the moon.