Chapter Three
The same morning in Mumbai:
A woman, in her late twenties was lying on a couch in a cozy lounge of an exquisite apartment; wearing spectacle which doesn't lessen her good looks.
She was reading a booklet when she received a message on her cell phone.
'I'm coming at your place, see you in 5 minutes.' The text she received said.
And after exact five minutes, her door bell rung followed by click.
A man come in wearing black NYU tee with black trouser… cute stubble on his face and sleepy eyes made him even more handsome.
And every time someone praised him on his good looks and sharp business mind, it made her proud.
"You look like hell." She told him, "And NYU tee?" And how many years old this tee is?" She scrunched her nose.
"I know but Thanks for the compliment and a few years old and I need coffee."
"You know where Kitchen is, help yourself." She replied.
She heard him muttering something and she knew he must be calling her idiot.
She smiled at his annoyance, once she used to get irritated by his name calling.
A skinny teenage boy she saw some 15 years ago, in cold corridor of a private clinic with expressions that were, she was sure, not different from her own. Shock, pain and hatred. That skinny boy is now Prince Charming for the girls who turn blind when it comes to spotting a wedding band in a handsome rich man especially when he moves in society without his better half.
He came back with steamy mug of coffee, picked newspapers from centre table and made himself comfortable on couch in front of hers. And then she decided she should ask questions she is planning to ask for some days now.
"What are you still doing here Maan? You were suppose to leave for Delhi early morning?"
"Good Morning Sameera Mom" He replied while his gaze still fixed on newspaper.
Touch….
"Morning?" she scoffed. "It's almost noon."
"So?"
"You should have been in Delhi for an important meeting you were worrying about last night?"
"I overslept, missed my flight, called Aditya, asked him to ask client for more time, and when he called me back that meeting is rescheduled, I decided to sleep couple of hours more before leaving. Now please shut up." His monotone didn't bother her; she knows his escaping tactics a little too well.
"This is nth time you changed your original plan for going Delhi in last two months Maan."
"Hmm mmm"
"Are you running from someone?" This got his attention. He finally looked at her.
"Running? Making films, made you filmy too Sameera Irani, Why would I run from someone."
"Well you stopped running from Yash Khurrana a long time back, so my money is on Geet Khurrana."
"I've told you a thousand time that I don't want to talk about Geet." he threw the newspaper he was reading on table and stood up.
He was addressing his wife with her name instead of 'that girl'.... she noticed. And she has pushed him enough for this morning so she decided to change the topic.
"Read Page 3 of all newspapers. They tagged us boyfriend-girlfriend again." A she-devil she is. Who knows it better than her that this is one topic which brings out the worst in him.
"Bas****, *********."
"Eeeks Maan, stop this."
"That is why I told you not to study and join Films. I knew you will be under spot light all the time; they will rip your present and dug in your past."
"Our Past you mean; Our Parents has taken really good care while burying it. And trust me I don't give a damn about what they say but I do think about you. You are married, for God sake. What's her fault in all this, you should tell her truth Maan. She deserves truth."
"A girl who married me just because my UNCLE will invest in her brother's business, I don't think she deserve my trust. And Geet is not your headache Sameera, keep your concerns about her to yourself. And why do you think I will even care about what she thinks? It's not like we are Life-Partners for real."
She kept quiet in response just stared him while he left her apartment without saying Good Bye.
She hates to see him in denial; the girl has already crept under his skin but he was too stubborn to accept it. But she can't do anything about it but to push him enough that he realizes his real feelings towards Geet.
But one thing she herself was not sure about; sharing their dark past with Geet.
Her cell phone was ringing. It was her father. She ignored his call as usual. He is one reason she can't have a normal relationship with anyone. And she hates him. No, she hates them all. Mahesh Irani, Yash Singh Khurrana and Vidya Kapoor Irani.
Sameera and Maan are cursed to stay haunted by these three ghosts in their lives, two living and a dead Vidya.
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