Sometimes some fairy tales are nothing but wishful thinking...maybe the Prince Charming is actually Prince Cunning , or the Sleeping Beauty isn't willing to wait for a hundred years for him...
As far as Mira is concerned , marriage and love is bette...
No need to meet Viyaan until we are absolutely getting married.
Phew.
At least there are no complications at the office. Now that Sam's given admission to one of the most prestigous colleges in Delhi , and I get nagged less often ( seriously who wiggles their eyebrows every time someone says " Viyaan"?) I am mentally free.
So , I decided to treat myself to a nice shopping spree. OK , maybe a more than nice shopping spree.
My phone rings , and I slightly frown. Unknown number?
" Hello?"
" Mira Behl?" a man asks . Strangely , his voice felt vaguely familiar.
" Yes , and you are?" I shift my bags to one hand and push for the elevator.
" Your...ex-boyfriend?" he humors.
" Sorry , wrong number." I roll my eyes.
" Wait! God , Mira can't you recognize me?"
" No , who are you??" I let go of my bags and they slump on the floor.
" The man who is utterly bewildered how you can shop so much."
My eyes widened. I look around the glass lift. Stalker? Is this some weird stalker who harasses woman ? OMG!! One Viyaan Malhotra is already enough trouble!!
" Who are you!! " I shriek , " If you ever call again ....I'll-I'll call the police!!!"
" Duffer!!" I gritted my teeth , " Who pranks anyone like this?"
" Prank ? Prank!!" he guffawed , " It's just been five years since I last met you and....you forgot my voice!!"
" God , where are you? " I pick up my bags and leave the lift as it opens, " When did you come back ?"
" You see the Pantaloons up ahead?" he instructed , " Right next to it. Hurry up , Mira Devi."
I hung up and laugh as I see a lithe man leaning against one of the displays . He's tall and and has a great tan. His hair was messy ( like they've always been) and the carefree smile on his face almost makes me nostalgic. Chirag waves.
Meet Chirag. He's my America waali Masi's headache, i.e. child.
Since our ages is almost similar , we were great play buddies . Chirag is an economics graduate himself . I did't even know he's in town until now....
" Just came back this morning ," he explained , " And Masi said you are here , so..." he paused , eyeing the multiple bags. I knew he's going to pull a lame joke on me. That's what Chirag does. He lives his life to the fullest . No compromise on that.
" Oho , Mira Devi." he eyed the bags in my hands , " It because of you the economy still has demand."
I smack his head. He chortles and we laugh together.
" Tell me!! How are you suddenly getting married?" Chirag questions , as we rush towards a restaurant .
" Oh , " I sigh , " That's a long , long tale...."
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