"You. love. me?"
Unease coiled around her heart. Why is his tone so mocking?
"Are you f**king kidding me?"
Now her gut twisted a little too. Kidding?? No, she wasn't. All she had done was voice her feelings for the boy she has known all her life.
"I never imagined you would try to trick me, Maahi. Why dammit? What have I not done for you? WHAT? Hell, I took the f**king bullets for you! And this is how you repay me? By playing games? If you think I'll believe the crap you have dished out even for a second, then you don't know me at all. I am not that stupid trusting boy your family abused for years. You people don't come to anyone's doorstep to spit without a hidden agenda and you want me to believe that su
It was quite early in the morning, three days later, that Maahi again saw Samar's handsome face as she entered the breakfast lounge of Hotel Renaissance located at Powai lake. Her choice of place to meet him, close to his apartment complex. Dressed in gym slacks, a racerback tank, and a thin full-sleeved jacket over it, all black, she adjusted the strap of her gym bag on her shoulder and walked towards him. Sensing her arrival, he looked up from his glass of what looked like juice, stopped rolling his ear stud between his fingers, and narrowed his eyes at her. She felt nervousness swirl in her gut."So, the Princess finally decides to make an appearance," he taunted.Maahi dropped her bag to the floor, gracefully slid in the chair opposite his, and smiled wid
"Look at me, Kunal."But Kunal didn't. He stubbornly kept looking outside the window of the study, at the well-kept garden surrounded by high walls which were made even higher by erecting blue tarpaulin on them, to curtail visibility against an off-chance attack that could be staged from one of the many skyscrapers mushrooming around them.Lalaji pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. Kunal had barged into his study early in the morning, and he was not ready for his temperamental arguments. Age was really catching up with him. He didn't know for how long he could keep his hot-headed grandson in control anymore."Beta, damage his share of the business. Tip the authorities for another raid on his club. Ruin him, for all I care. But if you harm a single hair on Samar's head, I will cut you out of the business and my will," he
Samar knew his relationship with Maahi was going to be absolute bliss. And it was going to be pure agony too.But it was an agony he was choosing to endure.That she was penitent enough to not look into his eyes while demanding he signs his death warrant, proved that he hasn't chosen wrong.Not that he was going to sign any such thing. And he wasn't going to lose Maahi again, either. Yes, he was crafty that way."Look at me, Maahi," he repeated once again.This time, Maahi gulped, and hesitantly brought her beautiful eyes to his face."You don't want me to harm your brother, did I get that right?"She nodded after a hea
Maahi looked around."You want something?" Samar promptly inquired."No," she raised the glass of water she was holding with a hesitant smile, "I am good.""You sure?""Yes""Umm... okay."She felt the need to nod to that, just to keep the air alive around her.But a moment later, the air lulled back to its earlier stillness.Another stretch of silence yawned between them.God, this was getting embarrassing, Maahi cringed inwardly.She pinned the awkwardness onto his
Samar stuffed another morsel of scrumptious aloo parantha in his mouth, desperately trying to ignore the heat in his body. He was sure there were two spots of pink blooming on his cheeks. It was the heat that had nothing to do with the spices in the parantha and everything to do with the beautiful woman who had made them.The woman who was sitting in front of him, awkwardly willing the flush away from her own face.It so happened that she had come to wake him up half an hour back. And call it an occupational hazard, but he had lethally quick reflexes even in his sleep. It took only a nanosecond for him to haul and trap her beneath his body when she poked him in the shoulder. Thankfully, his subconscious knew that he was safe in his house, else he might have snapped her wrist or something. As soon as he saw her surprised face below his and it registered that it wa
"This pasta is freaking awesome, Maahiji. What is its name again?""Lasagna," Maahi smiled, as she pulled out the store-bought Tiramisu cake from the fridge."What a name! So difficult. So impressive. This delicacy deserves it, I tell you," Jayant declared while gobbling up the Italian dish that Maahi had prepared for him.That made Maahi laugh."And what is that?" he asked greedily eying the cake."This is Tiramisu cake. It is the most popular Italian ...sweet dish.""Wow, Maahiji. You have made my day. First that minestu soup, then this lasnaa, and now cake too. What is its name again?"Maahi smiled at his zeal. "Tira
Samar stood under the gaze of a gaping Majid, who was manning the security at the hotel gate of Kunal Vaghela and Natasha Desai wedding venue. Irritably, he snapped his fingers in the other man's face to bring him out of his stupor."Are you done gawking?"Kunal's right-hand man had the gall to grin, "Looking handsome, Samar bhai!"Fidgeting with the cuffs of his light creme-colored Jodhpuri Suit that was accented with gold on the Chinese collar and the breast pocket, Samar decided to play it cool, "Thank you.""Never thought I would see you all dressed up, for this occasion especially," Majid confessed honestly as he started patting Samar down."Neither did I," Samar muttered.
It was an hour or so past midnight and an ominous storm that had been brewing above the Arabian Sea all day, was at its crescendo. Cinching the lapels of the bomber jacket closer, Jayant braced himself against strong gusts of incoming sea wind. Small steamer boats anchored at the shore were dancing choppily at the tunes of rough waves. While he monitored the unloading of their latest consignment going on in front of him with practiced eyes, he could see that the workers were having a tough time of it. The high tide was vehement on this cloudy night and the full moonlight was quite lacking its usual luster. And true enough, before he could even finish the thought, a man almost slipped a wooden crate while trying to hold his footing against a particularly high wave that crashed into the rocky embankment."Kalji ghya! Agadi ekaca boksa nahi sodala pahije," Jayant instinctively shouted in his mother ton