Ronobir continued to stay amused with Kiara's antiques as they left the temple. She was here for her friend's wedding but since it was her first time in India she was finding it difficult to adjust in here. What Ronobir admired about her was her love for this land and it's culture.
"So Mr Doc-man what should I call you hmm" she broke into a thoughtful expression "Ronobir is so boring! What about Roniee!!"
Little Ronobir and Mishti were playing in the park as usual when Mishti suddenly told out of the blue called out to him "Roniee!!" "Ronie??" "Yeah it suits you plus everyone calls you Ronobir and I want to call you something different. How's Ronie?" Ronobir smiled at his friend "It's perfect like you Mishi!!" "Mishi?" "Yeah like Ronie for you it's Mishi for me" Mishti beamed with happiness "Ronie let's promise each other that only I can call you Ronie and only you can call me Mishi" He held her hand affirming the promise " I promise Mishi"
It Ronobir a moment before composing himself before apologising to Kiara "Sorry Kiara, you can call me anything but that"
"Why So? Don't you like being called that?" She asked confused "No, it's not that. In fact I love being called that but.." "But?" "But only by one person." Kiara smiled mischievously as she began to tease "Girlfriend!!! Ohoo"
"No yaar it's not like what you think. Mishi yaani Mishti is my long lost childhood friend and only she used to call me Ronie" He sighed sadly "Do you miss her?" Ronobir's eyes glistened "Very much. Every moment every day" But what he failed to notice was the moist eyes of Kiara as he confessed.
Kiara Sharma looked into the mirror in style - a typical self obsessed diva. But the very next moment she broke down sobbing hardly yet with a smile. " He misses his Mishi!! My Ronie misses his Mishi!!"
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Hold my hand
General FictionA heartwarming story spanning through the childhood and adulthood of Ronobir Chatterjee
