Enduring Partners

Chapter 5

The vibrant nightlife of Mumbai was in full swing as Ishita, Mihika, and Vandita made their way back to Mihika's apartment after an eventful evening at the club. The sisters, having enjoyed their night out, were now engaged in animated conversation, the excitement still buzzing in the air.

Once inside, they kicked off their heels and settled into the cozy living room. Ishita, however, seemed more agitated than her sisters.

"I can't believe the nerve of that man!" Ishita exclaimed, her hands gesticulating wildly. "How can someone be so arrogant and rude?"

Mihika and Vandita exchanged amused glances, knowing their sister's tendency to get worked up over such encounters.

"Calm down, Ishu. What happened?" Vandita asked, trying to stifle her laughter.

Ishita took a deep breath, clearly still fuming. "I was just outside the club, on call when this guy parks next to ours and scratches our car. And instead of apologizing, he had the audacity to blame me for it!"

Mihika raised an eyebrow. "Blame you? For his mistake?"

"Yes!" Ishita huffed. "He was so infuriating. He just kept arguing, saying I should have parked better. Can you believe that?"

Vandita shook her head, unable to hide her amusement. "Sounds like you met your match, Ishu. What did you do?"

"I gave him a piece of my mind, that's what!" Ishita retorted, crossing her arms. "I told him exactly what I thought of his driving skills and his attitude."

Mihika chuckled. "Good for you. But seriously, don't let it ruin your night. We had a great time, didn't we?"

Ishita sighed, her frustration slowly dissipating. "Yeah, I guess. It's just... ugh, some people!"

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Raman was sitting in his swanky penthouse apartment, his phone pressed to his ear. On the other end of the line was his best friend and business partner, Mihir.

"So, how was the club?" Mihir asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Raman leaned back on his couch, rubbing his temple. "Don't even get me started, Mihir. I ran into this woman in the parking lot—completely unreasonable and stubborn."

Mihir laughed. "Sounds like an interesting encounter. What happened?"

Raman recounted the incident, his irritation palpable. "She started yelling at me as if it was all my fault. She was parked horribly, and when I accidentally scratched her car, she just went ballistic. No sense of manners or decorum."

Mihir's laughter echoed through the phone. "Well, knowing you, I'm sure you didn't handle it very diplomatically either."

Raman sighed. "Yeah, maybe. But she was infuriating. Kept arguing non-stop, wouldn't listen to a word I said. Who does that?"

"Sounds like you met your match," Mihir quipped, echoing Vandita's earlier sentiment. "But seriously, Raman, don't let it get to you. It was just one annoying person. Let it go."

Raman took a deep breath, nodding even though Mihir couldn't see him. "You're right. It just... it was a long day, and that encounter was the last thing I needed."

"Hey, how about we grab a drink tomorrow and unwind? You can tell me all about your eventful night," Mihir suggested.

Raman smiled, appreciating his friend's attempt to lighten the mood. "Sounds like a plan. Thanks, Mihir."

As the night wore on, both Ishita and Raman found their thoughts drifting back to their heated encounter. Though they were both determined to move past it, neither could shake the nagging feeling that their paths were destined to cross again.