"How long is it going to take?"An impatient growl, travelled into the room from outside.
Radhika sighed. Dear, lord, help me in getting rid of this impossible man.
"I can't reach the zipper of the dress."She yelled finally, giving up, all her hair f...
Radhika tried dialling again Sam's number, but it went to voicemail altogether. Just great! Today was not her day too. She had to make up with Sam, at any cost and she also had to do something else about another thing.
She determined her will, clamped down the rising uneasiness completely, and walked towards her wardrobe. Getting the fresh clothes, she showered and got ready. Wearing a red churidar, Radhika proceeded out to leave. But, not before wearing the golden hoop earrings and bangles, applying a little make-up, a light mascara in her eyes and free-flowing the silken tresses down on her shoulders in waves, she moved out of her room.
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She went into the kitchen and grabbed the chocolate fudge she had made because she was frantic and anxious very much last night, and did not go to bed at all after the bone-shivering nightmare. She went into the garage, got her green Nissan Ultima, and zoomed it out of the driveway.
Thank god, nobody was at home. If dad would have been there, he would have asked thousands of enquiring questions.
Hmm, now she wondered, no, he wouldn't care about her that much. He had very much washed his hands off Shaina without even blinking, didn't he, and never bothered to maintain contact with her till now over two years.
Radhika missed her too much. She didn't understand why Shaina had agreed to get married as such, and so fast. Something had happened that she didn't know, Radhika understood the hushed-out whispers going about the house. She was in the hostel then with Sam. Dad did not allow her to come home even for the mehndi and sangeet functions of her sister. She had arrived home the day of the wedding and had seen how dead Shaina looked. Even through it and very well after that, Radhika still had daily contact with Shaina.
Radhika kept driving in the morning fog. She opened the car window and felt the breeze flow her hair about and a light smile creased her lips. It was six in the morning, and she felt already refreshed but a little drawn up since the last night.
After an hour of driving around in the gathering traffic of Delhi streets, she parked the car to a halt inside a shiny big empire of a building. The last time she came here Radhika had gaped like a complete loon with mouth hung open, counting how many storeys it had; this huge architectural structure of modernised art. It was bigger than her father's office, which was an hour from her.
Radhika still did not get out but kept thinking. She gulped hard with ever-rising uncertainty. Oh, for heaven's sake, she fumed and got out of the car.
See him. Make sure he is well, and... Um, Radhika looked down at the box with an eyebrow raised, should she give this chocolate fudge cake to him? As in like a sorry for everything about last night, because really, she was the one who went to his mansion, not he.
Wouldn't it be bizarre? Oh, whatever, move your feet! She told herself.
Radhika turned the large glass entrance of the revolving door into a flung. She got in and stared around. The office was already bustling with activity.
