Chapter 1: phone calls, chocolates and honey

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Ma”, I shouted as i ran around the house following her, “DO NOT eat that chocolate you have high sugar”.

“Na, you can't stop me this time” she continues to run around the sofas in the living room as i continued to follow her. The white doors swang open as my brother stepped inside.

“What is going on?” he shouted. Ma noticed him and dropped the chocolate, looking guilty. She slowly made her way to him, “you're home” she started

“Of  course” he replied “you asked me to come home remember? Or are you getting too old to remember now’?”

She gasped at the last comment and hit him over the head. Keeping an eye on them  i sneaked over to the dropped chocolate and pocketed it. Triumphant i turned back to Ma and Sourav Dada.

Accusations flew across the room filling up the space between my mother and brother, the fake hurt expressions grew ever so terrible as the insults and joking grew stronger and harder.The usual.

Suddenly remembering her chocolate Ma turned around, her eyes went to the place where she had dropped her precious chocolate, only to find me in its place. Her eyes narrowed into a glare as mine widened damn it, should have moved from the place. Tumi pagol Sona. you’re so dumb.

The house phone rang with a trill, I let out a soft sigh of relief, thank the Gods as i ran to the dining room. I picked up the phone saying, “Bose house, you’re speaking with Sonakshi, how may I help you”
I surveyed the room as i waited, my eyes went to a small cardboard box on a chair, it was placed there deliberately, as it it was hidden there so that no one could find it if they didn’t specifically look for it, or were looking really intently at it. My eyebrows furrowed as I put my Detective Sonakshi hat on and stretched out my arm, the speaker on the phone long forgotten, to pick up the box.

I opened the box finding perfectly shaped shaped basen ladoos inside. With the phone still pressed at my ear, “more sweets? Even after the blood sugar, hmm? Maa yer adorai bole, ke tumi matha ne chodve?”

The voice on the other line spoke up, “what did you say?” , as I proceeded to check on the other chairs. It was soft and gentle but firm and assertive at the same time. The speaker had an accent of some sort which I couldn't pinpoint exactly, due to my very distracted mood.

“Just because you’re mama’s boy doesn’t mean that you get away with everything” I translated absentmindedly.
“Excuse me?” the voice said incredulously.

“The comment was not directed to you to be so offended”, I replied back icely, “what is your purpose for calling, sir?”

The speaker huffed and said ,“ I wish to talk to Mr Sourav Bose” 

I rolled my eyes at his tone and shouted, “Dada, There's someone on the phone for you”.

“hmm, wait" he replied. I heard things being shifted as made his way to me and the phone with heavy footsteps. As he entered the door, I held up the box and raised my eyebrows at him, questioning him. He smiled nervously and snatched the phone from my hand.

I made a face at him and went to Harry Potter’s place; the cupboard under the stairs, to get my purse. “tell your boss, whoever they are, to eat some honey, his head will stay cool.”      

“ hello?” he answered into the phone ignoring me, there was a muffled reply and his eyes widened as said “ Mr. Ivashkov, I'm so sorry for the delay…

Yes and everything that my sister said to you… oh yes of course I can head there now if-

No, that's fine you can continue your work I will go straight to your house. Once again Mr. Adrian, I'm extremely sorry for her behaviour".

The line disengaged as he looked at me, anger streaking across his face, “sona-”  he began.

“No”  I interrupted, “ I should be angry you have blood sugar dada, why would you buy ladoos, why do you do this.”
I forced myself to be calm and went to pick up my bag, “any way, I have to go shop for my patients. MA! I'll be back, I'm an hour".

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