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When sonia dii and samuel bhai left, she went upstairs to make the bed. Till the time she made the bed, I cleaned the dining table and was doing the dishes when she came down and we had a small....... Very small conversation.
Her father owns a company..... A clothing brand while her mother owns a makeup brand both the brands are famous in the whole country.
I know its kind of weird that her parents are the business tycoons of the country still she doesn't have a maid in her house and does all the work herself from cooking to the cleaning all is done by her.
We had a talk about this matter..... Like I had asked her why she doesn't have a maid and why she herself does the work of the whole house.
All she replied to me was " Dekh yeh ghar itna bada bhi nhi hai ki main khud isse saaf na rakh saku........ Aur rahi baat ek maid ki toh asha di naam ki ek maid hai already, she comes once in two weeks to clean the house. Maine dad ko mana kiya tha but woh maane nhi aur asha di ko hire kar diya" She stated showing annoyance in her voice.
All I could ask her was " Is this asha dii rude??? "
" Nhi re not at all she is really sweet but inse pehle joh yaha thi na woh bilkhul acchi nhi thi, I still remember her name sneha tai. You know what woh koi kaam thik se nhi karti thi and ek din toh unhone hadd hi kar di thi. Ghar clean karte karte mere sabhi cheeze idhar se udhar kar diye the phir mujhe pure 2 din lage sab pehle jaisa karne mein " She said with a pout.
How much I just wanted to kiss those pout of hers........
" Shut up Jibin you have promised your dad something, remember? " my subconscious spoke.
I facepalmed at her words and raised my hands up in the air showing surrender.........
“ Okay, good night Liebling ” I said.
(Darling )
No need to compliment me I know I am smart😏. See I can call her anything in other languages such as german because usse toh samjh nhi aayega toh its a win win situation. Main usse kuch bhi bula sakta hoon aur woh mujhe maaregi bhi nhi😁.
“ Good night ” She replied with a warm smile.
She went towards her room to sleep as it was around 12. I had developed a habit of playing guitar and singing a few songs daily before going to bed all the time I was in canada. No one knows about it other than maya my friend..... The only friend I made while I was there.
Dad ke friend George uncle ki beti hai woh, we went to the same college....... We stayed in the same colony. She knows everything about me and even about Rose. And to be honest it was she who pacified mom and dad and encouraged me to come back to mumbai.
I have asked mom to courier me my guitar from there, but that would atleast take a day or two, till then I have to find another way.....or to be more precise I have to find another guitar.
I made up my mind and thought of asking rose her guitar for time being. I was standing in front of her door and gave it a slight knock. I was hell nervous to ask her.
Would she ask me the reason why I want it now in the middle of the night??? Because I won't be able to explain it🙂.
How will I tell her why I am asking her guitar???
What if she says no???
"Ohh God broo..... Your not going to propose her just ask her already!!! " My subconscious said.
I came out of my trance when I heard the sound of opening of the door. She asked me if everything was okay. How much I just wanted to tell her that it wasn't, nothing was okay. 🙂
Nerousness was at the peak " Haa sab thik hai woh mujhe tujhse kuch puchna tha ki kya main tera guitar le sakta hoon ??? " I said in one go.
She chuckled at my state and replied " Haa kyu nhi lele bss use karne ke baad usko uski jagah pe rakh dena. And Jibi you don't have to ask for every single thing if you want anything you can take it "
I thanked her and went from there releasing the breath I didn't knew I held for so long.
God this girl is driving me crazy she does have some control over me. Yeh kuch jaadu tona bhi karti hai kya, mujhe toh wohi lag raha hai. Jab bhi kuch maangne jaata hoon usse dil ghabra jaata hai. God only knows how will I propose her. 🥴
Ek baar already kar chuka hai bss ek aur baar hi toh karna hai.
Ya but that was past.
Abhi toh mujhe khudpe doubt ho raha hai ki maine pehle usko propose kaise kiya tha🙁
I took her guitar and slowly opened the door to the balcony and to the terrace above the rooms so that she cannot see me because the other terrace connected to the balcony was in front of her room and she can spot me easily. Moreover uski neend bhi disturb ho jaayegi if I made a single noice there.
While playing and singing I closed my eyes. Aakhon ke saamne bss woh thi. All I could see was her. Her face lightly lit from the fairy lights.
I started with one of her favourite song ( Pehli nazar mein by Atif Aslam)
The dark sky was filled with the memories we shared when we were kids.
My star, my love..........
You guys would be thinking why I call her my star. Woh isiliye kyuki jab bohot zyada andheri raat hoti hai na tab kabhi kabar chaand bhi saath chod deta hai, par sitare humesha rehte hai, aur agar tum us mein se ek sitare pe gaur karoge toh usmein yeh kabiliyat hai ki woh tumhare pure andheri raat ko roshan kar sakta hai.
Aur meri andheri raaton ko roshan sirf Rose ne kiya hai. Isiliye main usse apni star bulata hu.
Usse star bulane ki aur bhi wajah hai par woh main apko phir kabhi bataunga😉.
