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“Yeah, I settled well. How many times are you going to ask? But hey, did you watch the last episode? Did she really die? I have so many issues. Lord, I really needed sleep but why did they do that? Why?” Payal couldn’t help but rant to her sister. She planned on watching two episodes but then ended up staying up only to finish it with more cravings.
“Slow down, will you? And I didn’t get to watch it yesterday. Why are you spoiling it for me?” Her voice raised from the other end.
Payal pursued her lips and her eyes glimmered with some thought. “Do you know who went to jail then? You will be shocked to know who killed her.”
“Shut up, you little—” She paused before speaking again, “Don’t tell me!”
“Okay, but our main character is in jail for that."
"What the — Hey, I will rip you off." The phone rang on the other end as Anvita was left, cursing out under her breath.
"Why are you sulking?" Neeraj came behind her, suddenly as if out of the shadows, scaring the shit out of her.
"Shit!" She gasped before gaining her composure. "You are like a ghost really." She shakes her head as Neeraj stands blinking at her, not knowing how to react back to her statement. He started wondering if she meant it by compliment or a diss.
"I will take that as a good thing. You know I wanted to be a ghost in my childhood. I wanted to scare people out."
Anvita couldn't help but melt away in laughter. His sense of humour came in the weirdest situations. Maybe that was another reason she said yes to him for marriage.
"You know, I am just worried about Payal. Do you think she will be okay there?” Anvita expresses her concern at the thought of leaving her sister to deal with such a weird situation.
Neeraj looks at her and says, “Let’s talk to that guy, Siddharth before we leave, okay?”
“Right! I wanted to do that as well. I will get his number from Shruti.” Her eyes glowed as she clasped her hands together in determination while she turned to look at Neeraj. “Don’t tell Payal about this.”
He nodded while his phone buzzed by his side. He picks up and chimes in, “Haa maa bolo. Shunte parcho? Haa amra thikache. Tomra kemon acho?” (Yes Mom. Can you hear me? Yes, we are fine. What about you all?)
As he walks away, Anvita washes her hands and wipes them dry on her dress before dialling the number of Shruti.
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Siddharth
I chugged down my umpteenth glass of water as they stared down at me.
Honestly, I don't know how to feel about this. I felt in a highly disadvantageous position as I sat hunched over, letting my hand hold the cold glass as I looked up to feel their constant stare, as they were nearly glaring at me like a lion looking at its little prey.
At least, I could count my options.
A. To blow their minds off with a sharp mind, sensitive attitude and giving off an educated boy and out-of-book groom vibes. Am I trying to impress them? Yes.
B. To make them regret every second of why they even trusted him in the first place. Jerk alert? Right.
C. Run away. Another jerk alert.
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