The vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair.
Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
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FLASHBACK
I force myself to nod, listening as Avinash drones on about his latest "big idea." His words tumble out with the enthusiasm of a kid showing off a half-baked science experiment, but without the charm. And to top it off, every few sentences, he lets out this obnoxious, belly-deep laugh, clearly delighted by his own jokes.
Avinash is clearly on a roll. He leans closer, as if we're sharing in some great secret. "Arjun, picture this... a café, but not just any café! It's one where the customers do all the work!" He chuckles, clearly thrilled with his concept. "I call it... wait for it... Café No Lazy!"
He pauses, presumably for effect, and bursts out laughing before I can muster even the courtesy of a polite smile. "Get it? No Lazy! Because they'd have to work to eat!" He bursts into laughter, practically doubling over, like he's just delivered the punchline of the century.
I don't react and keep my signature Poker Face but that man doesn't understand that he is going on and on and on. Inside, I'm calculating how long I'll have to stand here, enduring his painfully predictable punchlines.
"Ah! You all will like this one, eh?" Avinash says, clapping me on the back. "Alright, here's another one. A restaurant where all the servers wear roller skates! I call it... Wheel-y Good Food!" He throws his head back, laughing at his own pun, which I find neither clever nor remotely funny. I fold my arms, schooling my features into polite disinterest, but that does nothing to discourage him.
"Oh, here's the best one yet!" he says, holding up a finger as if he's about to deliver some life-altering revelation. "Imagine a bank that only deals in pennies. I call it... The Copper Vault!" He lets out a snort, practically doubled over, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.
It takes every ounce of my restraint not to roll my eyes. How is this man even in business?
After a few more minutes of his one-sided comedy routine, he clears his throat, evidently sensing that even I have limits. "Ah, but let's get back to serious matters. Arjun, have you met my wife, Swati?" He waves his hand, signaling to a woman standing nearby. "Swati, come meet the man who appreciates true humor!" He laughs again, clearly reliving his own jokes.
Swati, a slim woman with a polite smile, approaches. She gives me a warm nod, her expression betraying none of her husband's boisterous energy. I nod back, trying to mask my impatience. This interaction is dragging on far longer than I care for, and I'm already mentally miles away. The entire evening feels like a test of my endurance.
My eyes drift across the room, scanning for the only person who's worth my attention in this entire event. One moment, Meera was seated elegantly, quietly sipping her drink, her gaze wandering around with a mix of amusement and curiosity. But now, she's nowhere in sight. The empty chair catches my attention, and an inexplicable unease creeps into my chest.
