The Perfect Match

The Cover Girl

"Umm...Amaya beta(child)," I heard a familiar nervous female voice on the other side of the call and it didn't take me another second to check the number.

It was from India and I knew who it was. Oh! So she remembers that she has a daughter who isn't dead.

"Hmm..." I couldn't think of a reply. I wanted to disconnect the call that instant but something didn't let me do so. Some inner voice that asked me to hold on to the conversation.

Just her sweet voice from which she called me her child made painful lumps float in my throat.
So today is 'make Amaya cry' day. But I won't cry. I promise this to myself.

"How are you?" Her voice sounded broken from the other side of the call. It seemed as if it took a whole lot of effort to call me. But that wasn't as if she sounded interested in doing so. It sounded as if she was completing some duty.

How am I? Terribly not fine. Atleast not after the dream!

"Good," I replied after a moment of silence. I succeeded in subsiding the lump in my throat. I felt I was becoming strong.

I don't understand one thing. How did she find me? I mean, I kept myself so isolated. I had no connection with India except for some of business meetings I attended there. But that was just twice...then how?

"Where are you?" She asked making me throw another question on her. "Why do you have to ask that now?" I sounded rude, I know but I didn't want to face her wrath again.

"Amaya...come back," she said it. Come back. These two words made my head spin and tiny pixels of anger started overpowering the blood flowing in each and every vein of my body.

"Come back? Where?" I shot back her command. Where should I go? My home is in Paris and this is where I have my whole family residing.

Meera, Sarah, Kabir, Aahil, Aahana, Aryan and Tiara. This is my family and they love me for who I am. They don't question what I wear, how I party, how I do my shit! They just care for me and I know that.

After about five seconds of uncomfortable silence, she replied, "Come back to Delhi,"

"Why?" I snapped back at her. There was no fucking chance I was going back to that place which took everything away from me.

"Disha is getting married," she replied. Oh! So the bitch found someone. Great! Holy fuck.

"So that's an invitation to her wedding," I hurtfully spoke as I thought my mother called me to know how I was. I thought she realised her mistake. I thought she cared. I knew it since childhood that she couldn't show her love but this was really not what I had expected from her side.

But no Amaya, how can you mistaken your mother? That lady who never cared? She has her son to care for. You are no one to her. Don't forget that.

"See Amaya, we have been telling the whole society the same lie for years that after your divorce, you have been living in US all alone and we are in touch with you. We have lied that you are doing very well in life but I know the truth. A failure like you can do nothing except failing. A person who cannot take along her family with her, forget that, a person who cannot conceive...how can she have a future. Above all, you haven't even completed your higher education in fashion. You left that also mid way. You got your name out of NIFT. So now do as I say. Come back. Attend her wedding and then go wherever you want to," she said those spiteful words again.

Failure...loser, infertile...
Her 'come back' sounded so authoritative as if she still had rights on me. Did she forget what happened that night? The night when Arjun threw me out of his house, his life...