"That's a pakka BTM! Bunty and babli buying together? Hello...uncle, buying for aunty or shanti?" ishita went on labeling the people, coming in and out of the shop, across the street, from the conference room she sat in. Why has the shopkeeper written Hoisery' in English, Lingerie' in hindi? The latter sounds more like stri ling for langur, she wondered for the millionth time. Bored to the point of self-immolation, Ishita looked around, catching her reflection in the adjoining glass window.
She addressed the empty conference room, "Ladies and gentlemen, for all those who don't know... My stats are 26-66-96. Naari of 26, with pakau soch of 66 and living as if she's 96." Her voice dropping few notches, Ishita whispered the announcement, Me whela and my life---
Whatever Ishita was about to say, hovered incomplete, as a girl, a few years younger than her, entered the room. Reading of her cell, Riya, gushed, Ishita, did you hear? Raman Bhalla is coming to town'.
Let me rephrase- my life and me are now officially and royally scwred! Ishita panicked. The pencil slid from her hand, clattering onto the patterned mosaic floor. Immediately bending to retrieve it, ishita let her long, brownish black locks hide her distressed face- just enough time to reboot her expression.
The international success story, is actually going to breathe the same air... as us?' Roy droned, strolling in behind Riya. His eyes, unlike his voice, not totally disinterested.
Who could blame him? Not every day did a bigwig of that proportion visit this sleepy town.
Not to forget his dishy looks...ooh! I could have him for just about every meal of my entire mortal life.' Coming in behind Roy, Tina simpered, Fluttering her eyelashes. An effort totally wasted because of the perpetual no-nonsense shape of her mouth, further intensified by a makeup-free face and a painfully short haicut. There were whispers that she actually visited a naayi for the authentic touch.
The other person, amidst them ( Remember the girl who dropped her pencil), heard the ongoing conversation with something akin to shock. What interest now, could this place be to him? Ishita wondered.
People and the cars of this city need a better life, big time!' In the past, the heir apparent to the Bhalla Business empire, had griped often enough to her.
Ishita's conscience, or whatever that loud thing sitting inside her was, niggled, You very well know, why he's coming back! For revenge munchkins, and all of it from you... hahaha!' Yup! Ishita's conscience came with, tailor-made staccato villainous laughs, among other unbelievable features and upgrades.
Tine, take those damn ipod thingies out of ur head. One would think you were born with it. Riya, please stop sms-ing. I am sure you've texted half of the country by now,' Ishita bebuked.
Nah! Only half of the office!' Riya replies, her tone, just like her face- impish.
Ishita shook her head. Her young face seemingly composed in front of the even younger designing team. Enough guys! Can we get some work done here?'
Ishita this is big, its huge! Who knows? One of us may actually snare the country's most eligible bachelor,' Riya said, with dilated eyes. I can see my favourite Mills & Boon coming to life in front of me. In which...'
In which, the girl kills the rich guy, gets all his money and then marries his best friend, only to find out the best friend is actually a women, who has a sex change,' Tina teased.
Riya made a face at her,' Very funny! I was saying my favourite kind of M&B is the one where, celebrity-meets-an-undiscovered-stunner-and-falls-head-and-vast material possessions intact-in-love-with-her. With, me essaying the role of the undiscovered stunner,' Riya said.
Forget it! Raman Bhalla plays in a different league altogether, Regular girls like us could be a part of the toilet roll for all he cares, right Radhu? Tina glanced at her for support.
Wrong, completely wrong! Yeh saraasar jhoot hain melord!' Ishita wanted to stand on her chair, and vigorously shout the done-to-death dialogue, from our good-ol-bollywood. However, she concurred, dully, Of course! Raman wouldn't notice us even if we stood stark naked.'
I would!' Roy leers, mockingly. Instantaneously a few paper clips, launched by the women him smack on the face.
You would what?' inquired a girl close to Ishita's age, as she shouldered the door open, her hands laden with books and files.
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