Who's at fault?
You
Me
Or time?
"You've been back only a day and you've already gone checking" Marissa shook her head at Geet.
"You're supposed to be helping me mum" Geet murmured sitting down on the stool. "I go back, half of them are lagging behind" she rolled her eyes.
"They're doing what they can" Marissa responded. "Pass me the salt" she pointed.
Geet stepped down grabbing the salt and passed it to her mother. "I want black pepper and lemon juice on it"
"Yes, yes I've got it all down" she responded taking the salt. "Your father is right, you should learn how to start making your own food, he's always right, we've spoiled you"
"Suneel Shergill, wherever you are I hate you right now" Geet called out.
"You've wounded me" Suneel walked into the kitchen with Nick in his arms.
"Oops gigi you hurt my Papa" Nick wrapped his arms around Suneel hugging him. "Don't worry Papa Neel, I fix you"
"Dad" Geet frowned crossing her arms.
"Yes" he turned to Geet arching his brows. "What did I do to deserve my daughter's hatred?"
"You told mum I'm spoiled" she stated.
"Marissa..." Suneel looked at his wife then turned to Geet. "I didn't, your mother's dobbing me in it"
"I did not" Marissa gasped in exaggeration.
"I'm not eating with you lot" Geet scowled and turned to leave.
"Baby ek minute, meri baby gussa ho gayi..." Suneel placed Nick down on the stool grabbing Geet.
"Whatever that means..." Geet huffed. "Speak English"
"Accha baba" he turned Geet to face him.
"Dad" Geet narrowed her eyes.
"Alright, alright" Suneel laughed. "We're only joking"
"Well these jokes aren't funny" she rolled her eyes. "I don't like either of you right now"
"I like you Gigi" Nick grinned widely holding his arms out.
"I love you baby" Geet lifted him up kissing his cheek. "We want to go out don't we?"
"Yeah" Nick nodded excitedly. "I want burger"
"No, I've nearly finished making dinner" Marissa cut in.
"We'll go out for ice cream and doughnuts afterwards baby" Geet told Nick.
Faint lines are the reminders
Of the piercing screams
The dark red blood
The bodies
Maan leaned back sitting down on the shower support seat unable to stand too long on his feet without any support, he closed his eyes as the water sprinkled over him. He brushed the soapy loofah over his damaged skin gently, though it didn't hurt anymore it remained sensitive to the littlest touches. After he'd finished he switched the shower off grabbing the towel and stepped out, he reached for his white cane and re-entered his bedroom to dry off and change.
He'd just finished dressing when his phone started going off, he quickly grabbed it.
"Talk dirty to me boyfriend"
"Kirsten shoot away" Maan chuckled.
"Okay, okay Jason wants the background of Lydia James. She's suspected of being connected to all three girls who've gone missing" Kirsten explained.
"Alright, what years are we looking at?" Maan inquired walking out of his room and towards his office.
"1980s, early 1990s" she replied. "From what we learned is the connection to the 3 missing girls was Lydia James. Nothing else was common..."
"So the kidnapper didn't have any preference?" he cut in confused.
"Yeah, nothing matched. The only common link we found was Lydia James"
"Alright, I'll send you over the details in the next 10 minutes tops" he responded.
"Alright hot chocolate and cream, talk to you soon" Kirsten sang out cutting the call.
Maan chuckled, if anyone could make him smile when he most needed it, it was his friend Kirsten Vangsness. They'd met a year ago, when he'd joined the Federal Government as a technical analyst assisting the team of Profilers to nail down suspects.
Due to his reluctance of working at the office having to deal with scrutinising with looks, he'd been cleared of working from his home however he was required to come into the office when needed which was fine with him.
The last person on Earth he expected someone to become his friend was Kirsten, she was nerdy, messy, loud and crazy all rolled into one. Everything he avoided.
But that girl made him smile even when she didn't intend to, she said the right words at the wrong times, she changes her hairstyle and colour every month. Her clothes are ridiculous colours and styles but they suit her. Her glasses frame colours are changed every day. Just thinking about his crazy nerdy friend made him chuckle.
He settled on his chair and started working on finding everything about Lydia James, once he'd gathered all the information he faxed it over to the team.
Gaurav smiled as he finished the call with one of his friends, Savitri raised her brows questioning wondering what was making her husband smile so much.
"Do you remember Anil Joshi?" Gaurav asked.
"Oh yes, Rimmi Joshi is his wife right?" she answered nodding her head.
"Anil Joshi's cousin is Suneel Shergill, the girl we were considering is Suneel's" he informed her. "Anil just told me Suneel is looking someone for his daughter as well"
"That's good" Savitri smiled. "She's beautiful and very hardworking if her interior designing company is anything to go by"
"I've asked Anil to speak to Suneel and get back to us, hopefully we can set a family meeting" he responded glancing over his shoulder at the closed door.
"We're going to find someone for our Maan" Savitri placed her hand over her husband's gently. "The other women weren't deserving"
"I know Savitri but I worry for him, with each proposal it's disheartening to see Maan simply accept the negatives as the norm" he sighed. "He closes off and becomes reluctant each time"
"You'll see one day, Maan's wife whoever she is will be his pillar and see him for his heart and nature, not his looks"
Gaurav nodded and hoped that this is true.
Happiness is never found when comparing
It always makes one wonder
About what they had and they got
Love can never be found this way
"Only been home 3 days and they've already got someone coming" Geet paced her bedroom.
"It won't be so bad" Tara told her sister hoping to calm her.
"Dear God..." Geet slumped down on the bed hearing laughter echoing from downstairs. "I think I'm going to have a heart attack"
"Just be yourself" Tara suggested. "Pretend you're on your flight"
"I have a plastic smile on my flight" she rolled her eyes. "I can't believe dad, I bet it's him who came up with the suggestion of arranged marriage"
"Well you are 3..."
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence Tar" Geet warned.
"Baby girl you need to consider marriage though" she replied.
"Whatever, not everyone wants to be tied down"
"Geet" Marissa smiled entering the room. "C'mon down"
"I don't want to go" Geet stood stepping back. "Please don't make me do this"
"It would've been cute if you were 3 love" Marissa chuckled. "C'mon, we're all going to be here for you" she assured.
"Mum please" she begged pouting her lips batting her eyelashes.
"I promise, if you don't like him we'll say no" Marissa promised.
"I can't believe I agreed to this, are we living in the 1800s?" she huffed walking out alongside Marissa and climbed down the stairs.
"Smile baby girl and arranged marriages still happen to this day" she replied.
"I hope he's ugly and short so I can divorce him afterwards" she mumbled.
Geet gathered herself and smiled entering the living room with her mother, she'd donned on a casual flare midi sleeveless dress, her hair curled and slipped in diamond studs leaving her neck bare.
Her entrance seemed to have an effect on the family who'd come to see her, they'd looked surprised and she found herself cursing her parents inwardly.
The parents whom she assumed dressed in traditional indian saree and his father wore a casual shirt and pants, the guy beside his mother dressed in a suit and the woman beside him wore a salwar kameez, this family reminded her of the indian tv shows her friends watched when they were bored.
Geet settled beside her father and Marissa sat on her right.
I am so going to regret this she thought inwardly.
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