•Final Part of the RDF(Romantic Domestic Fiction)Trilogy
After the tragic deaths in the family, life has moved forward in Shangri-La. Prithviraj Sehgal Dhanrajgir has carried forward the legacy of his father in the business world, with his brothers...
The next morning, Prithviraj went for the remaining works which were to be done, and Jheelam went along with him. She had made the breakfast and he really liked it. She talked with the people around while he continued with his tasks, and in between, both of them realised that something had changed in their equation since the previous night.
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"Kya parha jaa raha hain?"Prithvi asked Jheelam, who was sitting on the grass and reading a book.
"Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng."
"You're reading a romantic novel?"he asked in awe and she replied with a frown,"Mr.Dhanrajgir, it's a family thriller with psychological base."
"What's the story?"
"According to the gist..."Jheelam started saying and told him the summary.
"Boring!"
"Oh really? What do you think is interesting then?"
"Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes of course, Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros, Divergent series by Veronica Roth and so on."
"I have read these. These are classics."
"Really? What else do you like doing?"
"Learning news things. Anything."
"Like cooking? The breakfast tasted decent by the way."
"Thank you. I am trying."
"You haven't been into homely works much, isn't it?"he asked with a chuckle and she replied,"I haven't been in home much. Initially we were in Chandigarh. Then we moved to Kapurthala. I did my 10th and Papaji sent me off to Delhi for my the remaining two years of schooling. Phir mujhe Mumbai mein parhne ka shaukh tha bachpan se hi. I don't know why, I like this city more. So, graduation ke liye he sent me off there. Uskey baad University bhi wahi pe. UPSC ka preparation bhi wahi se. Martial Arts training, swimming, yaha tak ki guitar bajana bhi,sab wahi pe seekha maine."
"Tum...guitar bajati ho?"he asked and she replied,"haan! Not a great singer, but guitarist acchi hi hoon. Aisey kiyu puccha aap ne?"
"Kamaal ke talented insaan hain aapke maternal side pe sab."
"Voh toh hain. Mom was more like a brother to four of them. They used to tie her rakhis."
"Really? Even my sisters ties me rakhi as we don't have brothers."
"I don't know tum itna zyaada Mom jaisi kiyu ho! I mean...sab kaha karte theh...abb toh mujhe bhi lagne laga hain."
Jheelam laughed and said,"that's because firstly we have the same profession, and secondly, I share the similar values and interest as your mother. I can never be like your Mom. Your Mom gave away her bracelet and prayed and wished for a stranger like me, with a wide smile. As if main unki apni thi! Not everybody is able to do something like this."
