❝The only kind of love I want is one where even if it is just for a short moment, it feels like I have lived a lifetime in that moment with that person. ❞ - Jhanvi Raichand.
**You CANNOT read this as standalone. Read Dare to Be before reading this...
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2.13 Sins of Fathers
Jhanvi clears her throat as I pick up my spoon to have breakfast. Before she can speak, I jump to my own defense, "I did not bring my tablet today. You can't scold me again."
Yet, she does. "Oh, hush. You're not the one in trouble today. They are."
I follow her gaze to Vikas and Aarush. Huh. That's different, for once. I wonder what the two perfect soldiers did. The two of them look just as clueless on what their fault is.
Vikas questions, "Why, we're sitting with you for breakfast today without you having to tell us, aren't we?"
"Ugh, not that." She answers casually. "This is just to inform that my name is Jhanvi and I happen to like that name."
"Okay?" He answers still in confusion.
She sags back in her chair, with a sigh on understanding she was going to have to spell it out for us. "That means, call me by my name. Anyone who calls me Mrs. Raizada, I will not answer. Understood?"
He is quick to nod and dare I say... this guy seems more scared of her than me. Then again, I'll say all guys will be scared of a pregnant lady high on her estrogens. That is not something anyone wants to mess with.
Though... when did Vikas call her Mrs. Raizada?
Her gaze shifts to Aarush who simply picks up his toast and starts spreading butter over it. He shows no acknowledgement over her words. She grumbles curses under her breath that I catch simply because I am sitting next to her.
Oh, this is amusing.
I watch her watch him for a few seconds longer before she accepts defeat and understands she isn't going to get a response from him. She picks up her spoon and digs into her scrambled eggs.
Hmm, I wonder. Aarush and Jhanvi?
Else, I can't think of a reason why she'd insist on being called her name and not Mrs. Raizada. From having known her all these months, one thing I have learned is that she wouldn't bother herself with a small detail if it wasn't important in some form.
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Early in the evening, I am just reading a book - that is how bored I have been. I am always doing something or the other - it feels like I have forgotten what it is like to take a break and bask in the fact that I have nothing to do. It just goes against my personality. I need something to do.
My heart skips over when my phone rings. Assuming it must be someone from home, I get out of bed to reach for it instantly. It is also abnormal for me to have no contact with them for days. It is routine, otherwise, for me to call someone or the other when I am away from home - and when I call one person, almost always I get to talk to everyone as if they would just be huddled around all of their phones to see who I will call today and then gang up on that phone.
