To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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I was making pulav for Jay as he was angry at me and Mumma says a way to man's heart is through food. And Jay loves the food I made, maybe because after a long someone is cooking for him who is not his employee and someone who loves him.
I called Divya and told her about the latest problem in paradise. My mind is blank and I am in dire need of some advice.
"I have already taken two international trips this year. I wanted to gift a trip to Italy to my parents, so If I will go with gifting Italy tickets to mom and dad, I will be tight on budget." I spoke as I stirred the vegetables.
"Come on, Jayraj will not ask for money from you."
"But everyone will think I am a gold digger, as they were already talking today." I spoke simultaneously adding masalas to my vegetables.
"Why do you care about them? Who are they to you."
She is right. They are nothing to me.
That's not the only reason. But other I could not tell to her. His previous escorts come into my mind whenever his money comes into the picture. I know, I know, they are nothing in his life and I am important but a strong woman like me can also have a few insecurities, can't I?
"But, I don't feel right using his money."
"Aarna, you cook for him sometimes, you care for him, you love him. Did he ever say that he doesn't feel right when you do all of this for him?" I shook my head. Silly it's a voice call, not video.
"No," I spoke, after adding the water to stirred veggies.
"He is your boyfriend, it's his right to spend some money on you. He has lots, I am sure some amount will not make a dime on his bank balance. So from now onwards, I don't want to hear his money, his money. You are going to spend his money like it's yours, till he doesn't stop you. And that I don't think he ever will."
She took a few deep breaths after the monolog.
"Someday I am going to die with low oxygen in my lungs because of you.,"
"I didn't tell you to not take breaths."
Finally, I add the rice and closed the lid of the pressure cooker with a smile. Ria also loves my pulav, I will pack some for her and will tell Dave to deliver at her place.
"Smartass. Go talk with that boyfriend of yours and spend his money so at least a few money will go into the market, then be stored in a bank account."
"He invests a lot okay so his money is not only stored in accounts, it circulates into the market. Me spending some of his will not bring down the inflation."
"Stop defending him and If your man donates every penny owns many people living under the poverty line will be rich."
"Why does he donate every penny? It's his hard-earned money and he does donate, okay."
