Prologue
He, with an underprivileged boyhood leading to an atypical adulthood and she, with a sincerely frivolous girlhood, far astray from a serious, corporate adulthood first met when they are at the rink of adulthood and meet again when each is having a mid-life crisis. How did they meet the first time? Will they be the same when they meet again? Will their sensibilities for the other be the same when they meet again? Will they be the people that majorly change each other's lives?
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They lay next to each other on the satin sheets, facing the mirror on the ceiling, in one of the most costly hotels in the world, Intercontinental, The Grand. The hotel was her choice since he had no say in it. He was only bound to do what he had come to do. His job. But he was compelled to just lie still on the bed, let alone start his work. Since he wasn't getting started on any bit of it, he thought he might as well start a conversation, as they had been lying on the bed long enough for an awkward silence to develop. Only, no silence was awkward between them.
"Where do you go when the stars go blue?" he asked.
"I come to expensive hotels such as these and call people such as you," she answered nonchalantly.
"What about your family?" he enquired.
"I only have a corporate family, which has 50-odd nationalities and 60,000-odd members. There isn't exactly a motherly figure to look after me anymore."
"What happened to the Sanyukta I knew 15 years ago?"
"She got lost in the business web when she was still young. She never cam back because there was nobody like you to rescue her from the entanglements of that web."
"So you come to me when the stars go blue."
"You wish," she said with an amused yet disapproving smile.
As if pure, unadulterated intuition took over him, he bent over her and caressed his lips against hers. She propped herself up on an elbow and helped him start his work that ceased unpaid and without a flattering compliment, for the first time ever.
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