The Lost Letter

Chapter 2

27 July 2013

Nihal passed out with distinction from a reputed engineering college at Kolkata. After his placement in a reputed MNC for a 6-digit package per month, his life changed from a 06 member shared, rented 02 room house with no amenities in Titagarh to an individual air conditioned room with all upper middle class possessions in salt lake area. The transition was a huge spike in his ongoing 04 shirts and 03 trousers college life. Even after his newly adopted high class lifestyle, he could manage to send one-fourth's of his earnings to his parents.

In 03 months of time, he managed to buy Hyundai i10 Grand by applying car loan, for his daily commute to his office. With his frequent updates of high class lifestyle in facebook, there was a sudden surge in the number of friend requests from all categories of girls. Nihal was taught in college by his friends and seniors how to rate various girls into  extremely good looking, good looking, average looking, below average looking categories. Though his corporate culture and forcefully induced feministic views told him that he was wrong, he enjoyed doing that in his college life. After his pending office work, it was time for his 'me time'. 

He opened his browser and his facebook page opened by default. As usual, he ignored all the 11 friend requests from girls who refused to even talk to him in the past. . Few extremely good-looking colleagues even proposed him for night outs and one-night stand. Though he refused many, he could not deny few with bigger breasts. Whenever he slept with a girl, he ensured that it was strictly a body need and no emotional strings attached.

Without he realising, 02 years passed by with 15 percent hike each year. One day, he got a call from his school friend Mukesh.

"Hi bro. How are you man?", asked Mukesh.

"I am fine bro. How are you?", asked Nihal.

"I need a small help bro", said Mukesh.

"I know you bastard. You remember me only when you need some help. I don't have any money to give you", laughed Nihal.

"Asshole, I don't want a single penny. You haven't changed man. Ok listen. My sister Naina passed out from BTech and she got placed in your company. She will be joining next week. She is coming to Kolkata for the first time. With current ongoing festive season, a single day off for me or my dad would cost us heavily in business. So, please help and guide her till the time she is settled over there", said Mukesh.

"Don't worry man, your sister is my sister. It has been long time I saw your sister. I have seen her some 10 years ago. I will take care of her", said Nihal.

"Thanks bro, I will share your mobile number with her, and she will be reaching Kolkata coming Sunday", said Mukesh.

They bitched about all those school days and spoke for next 30 minutes. With a couple of yawns, Nihal called it for the day and went to balcony. He lit his Classic light cigarette and sat on his bean bag staring at all the vehicles passing by the road. He was about to get up and go for sleep. His phone buzzed, and it was a whatsapp notification from an unknown number with a cute white girl with blonde hair as dp. It was evident that it was from a girl.

'All these girls are bloody racists. I pity those boys who sometimes fascinate about the girl looking at their dp', thought Nihal.

"Hi, is this Nihal?"

"Yes, may I know who is this?"

"I am Naina, Mukesh's sister"

"Hi Naina. I just spoke to your brother. He told me about you"

"Yeah, I will be reaching Howrah station by 10 in the night coming Sunday"

"Ok. But where will you stay that night?"