Dhritiman Gupta and Minerva Roy Gupta. The two separate nameplates sparkled on the main door. Dhriti scrunched his nose looking at the 2nd nameplate. It was meant to be 'Tiya Gupta', but now! He was about to unlock the door when he realised it was already open from inside.
Kamala Masi! After about two months, Dhriti saw her face after coming from office, unlike, after that girl came to his life, she had changed the rules! She had changed the rules of his house. And he was so much into his grief that he was noticing all this for the first time. How dare she? What audacity!
"You are here at this hour!" he exclaimed. "Actually Mina Boudimoni.."
"I don't want to talk about her girl." And again Kamala Masi chose to keep quiet.
"Make something fresh for me, and then go back to your home." he yelled loud enough before wheeling into the washroom.
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"Mom I'm already tired, so stop bickering around. Please, you already got me married to that girl. Ya, ya.. Minerva! I know she is my wife, but please, don't expect more from me. Mom, what mom! You know, that girl has changed the rules of my house. Earlier Kamala masi used to wait for me, and after I returned used to cook for me, and then leave. But your great daughter in law has changed everything. Now a days I have to heat up the food and eat. Can you imagine that? Hunn? Who told you that? So? So what if I had thrown the soup she had prepared? Who asked her to do in favour for me? What do you guys think? She has done a favour marrying me? No, no you are wrong. I never wanted to marry her, even if Tiya was not there in my life." and the fight went on between the mother and the son.
Here, Mrs. Gupta was having a tough time fighting with herself, did they do it right, by getting the kids married? They were just different! No, not actually. They were exactly same!! Both stubborn, no one knew to take initiative to make things better. Her mind flew back with the time machine, when they were introducing the kids. Dhriti was almost ten then, and Minu was hardly seven. 'Little kids'! Everyone thought, but the 'little kids' were not ready to talk to each other, waiting for the other to start. She remembered, whenever Minu used to visit them in holidays, when her boys used to play football, how she longed to play with them, but never joined them unless she was invited to join them. Once, while joking, Dhriti's dad had said, Minu will be there elder daughter-in-law and immediately she had cried, she will never marry him. She had yelled, she was hardly twelve then. And Dhriti was no different, 'I don't like that girl, bring me a doll, not some tigress.' tears rolled down Mrs. Gupta's eyes. Where was this leading to? That old joke was a reality today, a beautiful dream the mothers had dreamt of, but was now a harsh real nightmare with no end
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"Dhriti! What the hell? We know, you are not at good terms with her, but god damn she has not returned home for past three days, and you even don't know about it? What shall I say to her mom-dad? Don't you have the minimal responsibility to look after her?"
"Mom.."..
"I don't know. Go to her. NOW."
After a couple of seconds, "Kamala masi, your boudimoni is not at home for three days, and you didn't even think to inform me!" "I was about to dada, but you said you don't to hear anything about her. So..."
Uggh, this girl! Now where should I find her? Where the hell is she? Irresponsible idiot! And my mom thought, this stupid girl could take care of me!
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