Little Love

Chapter 21: Bet?

Dear Lovlies,

I am so glad that I could update another chapter of this story. I am slowly falling in love with this story. Although I am struggling with time, I would love to finish this story soon. So enjoy the new part. 

Love

W

"Ok....pack the lights," Jeet instructed a lanky boy. " Be careful with them. They coasted me a bomb." The poor boy just nodded his head. Jeet walked out of the venue of a wedding. The wedding was over, and it was time to wrap up. He took a sharp turn and entered the hotel lobby area. As soon as he turned towards the elevator, he was engulfed in a bear hug. He almost lost his balance and tipped backwards. He pressed his palm on a nearby wall to stabilise himself.

"We did it....we did it..." Shweta squealed happily as she hung onto Jeet like a koala.

"Sweta....how many times...?" Jeet looked irritated. He caught hold of her back to prevent her from falling butt-first as he entered the elevator. "Why do you always have to jump on me like that?" He asked, still irritated.

"Oh please...I don't jump on you. I hug you...idiot." Sweta retorted with a frown.

"Now get down...I am tired." He pointed at her.

"Naaa....carry me...I am tired, too." Sweta whined. Jeet sighed, but he secured her little frame as she laid her head on his shoulders. They got out of the elevator. "1302", Sweta whispered. She was drowsy already. Jeet swiped the key and opened the door. He pushed it with his elbow. As he entered the uber-clean room, he tossed Sweta on the bed. This pulled her out of her slumber. She bounced on the soft mattress twice before she winced, rubbing her butt. "What was that for?" She asked.

"For making me carry you up here." Jeet shrugged. He opened a bottle on the encounter and drank water. "At this rate, you will never find a boyfriend." He capped the bottle. "As it is, half the college thought we were together, so grow up." His voice was stiff. Sweta sighed and dramatically climbed down the bed. She walked towards him and bent down. Jeet jumped back as she touched his feet.

"Ok, Mummyji," Sweta said innocently. Jeet just disapprovingly shook his head.

"You are impossible." He muttered as he left the hotel room, leaving a laughing Sweta behind. He walked to another room right opposite Sweta's room and swiped his key card. As he switched on the lights, his shoulders stumped. He was tired and overworked. He swung his coat jacket on the wing chair and plopped on the soft bed.

It has been four years already. A lot has changed in these four years. He has changed a lot in these four years. As he looked into his reflection in the mirror, he wondered about Pihu. All these years, he had kept his promise and never met her in these four years. He would snoop into the conversations of the elders for any mention of Pihu. He would ask Shubh about her sometimes. Sometimes, he would just wonder about her. Although he had warned her, he had braced himself for bad news, news of Pihu's crush. News of her loving someone else. News of her never coming back to him.

But all his worries were put to rest. No such bad news ever reached him. In these four years, he had worked his bottoms up. He managed to do well in his studies and set up a twelve-staffed company dealing with event photography. A moment of peace was a luxury he neither wanted nor could afford. He was much of a Mukherjee now, but he tried to stand on his own two feet for his love. He smiled at himself through the mirror. And boy, did he stand? At the age of almost twenty-five, he was running a company, paying taxes, hiring and firing people, and saving up for his future children with Pihu. A small laugh escaped his lips. He loved fantasizing about his kids when the reality was too hard to take for him.