The Perfect Match

Home Calling

Fuck! That interview was for a cover article to be published in India?

I gulped down a rigid lump in my throat and my head started aching in disbelief and anger. I have always been so careful with my interviews. I check it thrice so as to where my details are going to be published and this time also I checked it thrice with my PA, Mark.

I was boiling with anger but somehow controlled it as I was still over the phone with Shreyasi. Though I had kept in touch with her for so long, I hadn't told her what was going around in my life and what my life was really like.

"This is like your dream come true na? Bitch, you never told me you are so popular internationally!" she exclaimed and all I could do was laugh forcefully as a reply.

Is that the reason mom got to know about me? Holy cow!

"So you are coming to Delhi to celebrate your achievement and my wedding, aren't you?" She brought back the same 'come to Delhi' topic again.

"Sis, I am really happy for your wedding but I am sorry, I cannot come back to Delhi dear. I am actually going to attend a conference in Italy so..." I tried to reason her by cooking a false story but she seemed to be hurt by my words.

"Leave it Amaya. I thought you were going to come back for atleast my wedding. But I am also so stupid...how can I call you back when I know you haven't moved on too," she began with her emotional black mailing and I hate this.

"Shreyasi try and understand-" I tried convincing her but she cut me in the middle.

"It's okay Amaya...I am not saying anything. If you won't come, I will postpone my wedding," she said this...is she crazy?

"I knew that since the very beginning that you are a partially crazy person but now I feel that Veer has totally turned you crazy," I commented.

"Whatever," she muttered and I smiled. "Come on yaar...give it a thought. It would be fun and who is going to tell your family about your arrival and all. We are going to be in a hotel and you don't even have to go out. Just come here for fifteen days, complete the functions and leave. See, Delhi is sooo big. How can you be so unfortunate that you come back and your family finds that out?" She convinced me...yes she did.

"Actually, you are right. But, I don't want to come to-"

"Delhi, I know. But Amaya you have to know this. If this place has taken everything from you then this place has also gifted you with friends like Aahil, Kabir, Meera and Sarah and those little ones, Aahana and Aryan. Isn't that what gave you a reason to live?" She made me understand the positive points of Delhi.

Actually, Delhi wasn't at fault. It was my thinking which was at fault. So what if Arjun and my family threw me out of their lives...after all it was Delhi only that blessed me with Aryan and Aahana. I have to get over this...

And maybe that dream, the phone call and the recording is an indication! Maybe life wants me to try again and maybe I could succeed this time. Maybe, I can get over my past and concentrate on my future...maybe, Shreyasi is right.

"Are you there?" She brought me back from my thoughts.

"Yes, umm...Shreyasi, I am coming to Delhi," I breathed as I said and it felt as if a huge weight has been kept on my chest. I had to release this weight and overcoming my fear will help me do so.

"Whattttt? Are you serious? Are you fucking sucking serious? I love you so much Amaya...your motherland is calling youh," she squealed in joy like a little five year old kid and send numerous phone kisses to me.

"I got it Shreyasi. Now stop giving me kisses before your to-be husband finds out that you are a lesbian," I teased her and laughed my ass out.

"BITCH," she shouted and then we spoke each other about the wedding preparations and other stuffs. She kept on telling me how she would love to look like a woman in all her wedding functions.