Intertwined..

Pensive × Puzzled

Note : some of you might find this as  unnecessary  or boring chapter but it's all part of a story.. So bear it.

P. S. Imagining the story is easy but Writing is difficult :(

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Prakash wayngankar took one more puff of his cigarette trying to ease himself.. His friend was there a bit far talking on phone.... Currently they both stood on a hotel terrace where satpal kundrra had an meeting with the officials..

Prakash had to rush here to get a hold of his friend... Last 7 months there had been no communication between them and even their families found it quite odd.. He himself felt suffocated... He was a man of substance, he judged people in a daily basis because that's how he could deal with them in business but how... Still a part of himself felt May be he had overreacted regarding the whole issue, he should have waited rather than being blunt but the overprotective father in him didn't seem to agree.

Though it seemed difficult he had been able to coax his friend to some extent.. 
He could've just left it at what it's but a human's life is nothing if he can't mend himself for his nearones.. and he liked this friend of his... So here he was..

Satpal Kundrra walked back after disconnecting the call.. To say that he was surprised would be less.. He himself had made a lot of good friends from the industrialists but none of them would be this transparent with him..

P : are we good

Prakash looked at his friend with hopeful eyes.. The last two times he hadn't even received a proper response.. This time he could see his friend getting a but soft..

S : that... Would take time..

He nodded...

At home in the dining again his wife initiated..

Nita : you talked with him.. Sorted out whatever differences you had?

P : I think so..

Nita : thank God... We can't just let him arrange the marriage all alone after all this mess.

P : that matter I will discuss with him..

Mr. Kundrra's elder daughter's marriage was fixed.. So his wife was surprised at such a time how can he be silent instead of giving a helping hand.. He had squirmed at that question feeling even more conscious...

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He was back to Mumbai for his sister's marriage.. There were still 5 days left for the marriage.. Few of his cousins and close relatives were also there..

He had his cat entrance on coming December end but Noone seemed to presurrise him except meenu.. Both his sisters were home.. Half of the times he fought with them or played some chess or cards...

It was a Sunday...

Poonam : sunny go...mom is asking you in kitchen.

K : I'm not hungry..

Meenu : well.. You're Mom's favourite child.. So she would feed you at any cost..

His sister mocked... He got up and walked... While passing down he saw something flying out of his father's study so he took the paper back and walked inside.. His father was looking at the door to retrieve it... He handed it to him..

There was silence..

When he was turning back his father spoke.

Papa : I hope you're focusing on the aspects of your life that requires attention....

He chuckled at that sentence... A typical bureocrat..

K : what are those aspects...

His father turned back.. At 20 now he was almost same to his dad's height..