THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

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    *Singhania house*

Aditya’s grandmother had been repeating the same words again and again ever since he came down the stairs to join the family for breakfast.

She had been saying it for so long now and it was clear she wanted him to follow her wish.

“Marry her for me… Can you not do this one thing for me? I will not be here much longer. It will mean the world to me if you take this step for me.”

Her voice was soft but filled with command. “At least meet her once. After that, you can decide.” she added gently.

She had seen a girl and from the moment her eyes fell upon her, she believed this girl would be the perfect companion for her grandson, whom she loved more than anything.

Aditya let out a long sigh. “Ugh… fine, okay,” he said with resignation.

Since coming home from the hospital, his grandmother had not stopped speaking about this girl.

Dadi spoke of her at every chance she got-morning, night, in between conversations-anywhere she could.

“Goodbye, Maa. I am leaving for the office,” Aditya said, gathering his files and laptop bag. He touched the feet of his parents and grandparents for blessings and moved towards the door.

“Veer, hurry up!” he shouted, waiting at the threshold for his younger brother.

“Coming, bhai!” Veer replied, stuffing the last bite of paratha in his mouth, washing it down with milk, before rushing after him.

Both brothers got into the car and Aditya drove them to the office. Half an hour later, they reached. As he walked in, his secretary reminded him of an important meeting with a foreign client at 10 AM.

Checking his schedule quickly, Aditya sent a message to his mother.

*On Chat*

Aditya: Make her meet me at the Imperial Restaurant, noon.
Mom: Okay.

He locked his phone and opened his laptop. Ten minutes later, Ragini, his secretary, came to call him for the meeting.

After one and a half hour

“I hope we can work together again,” Aditya said politely, shaking the client’s hand.

“It would be my pleasure, Mr. Singhania,” the client replied.

“Have a good time in India, Mr. Williams,” Aditya said before leaving the room.

Returning to his office, he sat down on the couch and began flipping through some files when a ping came from his phone. It was his mother reminding him of the meeting at noon.

“They cannot trap me like this,” he muttered under his breath, yet he put on his blazer, his stride sharp as he walked towards the parking lot.

Soon, he reached the Imperial and chose a corner table on the second floor. It was quiet, hidden from the crowd, just the kind of place he needed.