◇ She wasn't my girlfriend
Neither she was my crush.
But in the list of priorities
She always remained the first ◇
◇ He is mature, I'm childish
He is responsible, I'm careless
He is strong, I'm sensitive
Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇
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Rishma's POV :
A car is parked in the front yard of my house blocking my way to the porch.
Whose car is this?
I stopped my car and took my purse and got out of the car. I looked at the car parked in front of the house.
Rozzol!
In my house?
Who is that millionaire who came to visit my house in Rozzol?
I walked around the brand new car as if hypnotized. I can clearly see my face in its window glass…. huh… not just the window glass but every part of it.
I turned back to my house.
I want my father to be a millionaire who left his business and family twenty-five years ago to teach his children the value of money.
I hurried to the living room and my eyes fell on unfamiliar faces. Father's laughter stopped as soon as he saw me. I looked around to find my mother. Not wanting to be around these guests, she stands by the kitchen arch with her arms folded.
I smiled at unknown uncle, aunt and a lady in her mid thirties and slowly moved towards my mother.
My mom is allergic of guests!
"Rishma." My father's deep voice halted my steps.
I looked at him with trembling hands. "Ah?"
"This is Mohan and his family. Meet them." My father smiled at me and asked to see the guests.
I have never seen these people in my entire life, not even in a family album.
With no other choice, I forced a smile and moved towards the empty sofa.
"She just came from work. Let her take some rest." Uncle Mohan told my father.
"She's fine." He told uncle Mohan. "Come sit down." He gestured with his hands and told me.
"No. I'm fine." I tried really hard to sound normal.
"She is very shy. I have raised my children to be very kind and polite." He started praising himself for something he never did.
Who raised huh?
I rolled my eyes to him. I looked back to see if amma was still there or not.
I looked at the sofa and counted the flowers printed on the fabric.
Mohan's family and father continued to talk. I stood there like a statue.
They discussed the stories of two generations.
"This house was built during my grandfather's time. Six months ago we changed the entire look of this house. It was Rishma's plan. She brought in some people and interior designers and then changed the look of whole house." Father said proudly.
