Aruni pov
"yes, okay! I'll visit the slum this noon but right now, I got to hurry up, I have to go to the temple right away, he'll meet me there exactly at 2pm, see you later in the evening. Goodbye! " I said to Faizal on phone.
Well, I who?
Let me tell you about myself.
I am Aruni vandhan living in a small town in Southern India. I belong to a lower middle class family, my parents are super orthodox and do not tolerate if I don't visit the temple every Monday and Saturday.
Moreover, I'm getting engaged in a few months. My fiance Harsh is working as a priest in one of the richest temples across the globe.
His richness and holy job is the reason my parents hooked him up with me. I find him to be a nice person but, I doubt if I ever felt love towards him.
I don't know what it is to be in love. Is it even a feeling?
Forgot totally! I have to get ready and leave to the temple to meet Harsh. He said he had something to tell me but which he could not tell on the phone.
I wonder what he wants to tell.
(At the temple)
It was 5 minutes to 2 when I reached the temple and I could see Harsh already sitting near the pond outside the temple, waiting for me.
"Hi Harsh! What happened? You look like you have something important to tell me. Do we go inside or is it okay here? " I asked.
"Hello Aruni. Yes I do. Something is bothering me lately. I thought it was better to share it with you rather than keep it bottled in me. Come let's walk around. " His smile turned into a slight frown.
"I am afraid that I am going to loose my job soon.! The Ruby anklet on the god's idol is stolen during the Maha pooja and I was the one who was supposed to look after the ritual. I was so lost in my work that I did not pay attention to who came near the idol apart from the priests of my temple."
"Oh God! How can that happen? ..wait! Does the CCTV not help catch the theif? I asked, shocked.
"If it would, I would not have worried so much. They place around the idol is not captured by the footage. You know that we are not supposed to capture god's picture or footage right?! " he exclaimed, as if I had asked him the same question over a hundred times.
"Yes! You are right ". I said. And kept thinking of what will happen to our marriage if he lost his job.
"You will not leave me if I am dismissed from this job right?", He asked as if a kid would ask his teacher if she wouldn't punish him if he had not done his homework.
"No Harsh, I won't. You can find a new job maybe. I Won't Leave you. Don't worry. "I said trying to comfort him.
After half an hour of discussion on who could have done it, I decided to call Kruthi to take me to the slum, Faizal had mentioned about.
Kruthi was my best friend and my partner in the NGO which helped the slum people get decent shelter near to their workplace.
She stayed in the duplex building in front on my house. It was a PG for working people. She had stayed there since she finished her final year Bsc.
"Kruthi, lets leave to the slum which Faizal was talking to you about. " I called her on phone after leaving from my the temple.
"Ride slowly idiot! " I screamt in her ears as we rode on her TVS Scooty.
"Shut up Aruu..." she giggled. I've been asking her to ride slowly from past 4 years, ever since we got to know each other but she never took my advice seriously!
"moooovveee awaaaayyyyy!!!!!" she shouted at the top of her voice honking as loud as possible at the young man who stood near the gate of the slum area.
*baam* we crashed into him and sent him down to the drainage even before any of us realized what actually happened.
I got down and ran to the man. I held is hand anddd.. Electricity flowed through my body instead of blood.
I dropped him back into the drainage!
"Oops! " I exclaimed.
By then, Kruthi had given him her hand and pulled him out.
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