Sagar Kinare Prem Kahani - Page 4

Oh no. She just announced her thoughts to the whole neighborhood. A lot of hurt feelings are going to be there.

She got her receptionist. Now one more post to fill and she can be in business. But the bigger issue is she has to earn the trust of these people.

The Grandmas Are Funny

They Aren't Wrong About Such Outfits Though

Haha

Finally You Updated Sydell

Happy Navarati

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I liked the 3 grandmaas waiting for Neil and their moments with Neil.ha ha.why do they think that Neil can't find a good girl?does he have a reason to be single?grandmaas are already having problem with bianca's dressing.very realistic.Rosy inviting bianca for the cross feast and telling her what has to be done was nice.surprised to see Jessica as a 9 months old pregnant woman.

Sad that though bianca tried to tell the grandmother's to contact her if they have teeth problem they just ignored it.surprising that alwyn approached bianca and chatted with her.shocking that he has 20 unreleased songs.poor guy.bianca's life style is different.thats why she felt that they have unhygienic way of eating.but like Neil said eating with hands is normal here.i am shocked that bianca felt that alwyn talking about her unsuccessful career was boring.i liked suwarna saying that he might have shared it with her because sometimes we need strangers to talk with as they don't judge us.

Shocking that mic checking was going on and whatever bianca said was heard by others.poor Alwyn.he said that whatever bianca said was right.it wad painful.i liked now Neil tried to boost up his confidence. Neil telling Bianca how others struggle a lot and sometimes spend the whole life to have a career...the whole dialogue was excellent and Emotional.i can't believe that a dentist like suwarna became a receptionist to work with her bf.sad that her bf dumped her.how did she take revenge on her bf?perfect pics

Chapter 6 : The Girl in Jeggings

Its the day Bianca moves in inside her dentist and Suvarna walks inside her cabin

"You are ready? It's the D-day"

"Yes"

The clock has struck 9 o clock and then as the time passes the clock chimes 6 o clock with Bianca who is sitting in her cabin and Suvarna who is by the reception are disheartened that no one has showed up.

*

Bianca and Suvarna are walking outside the chemist making their way home.Suvarna tries to break the ice and says

"Maybe not much have heard that there is a clinic opened up. What if I promote the clinic online? You won't believe the power of social media, and your girl has around about 50K followers, though it's less since am still a budding influencer but you know how much viral gets given the fact that your reel went viral?".

"But even though you will promote my reel, the commenters will try to spread hate even to the people of Uttan, words of hate spread fast than words of love, care and appreciation."

They pass by the supermarket of Jessica, Suvarna and Bianca wave a Hi to her, but she doesn't reciprocate it and heads inside ignoring her.

At the very moment Anjali walks past by them, and she says "Jessica, please reserve for a shampoo.I would like to purchase a good coastal originated shampoo rather than the city one".

In a low voice Bianca says "Great".

While walking some men are seeing talking amongst themselves and they say "She is the one...".

"Bi, why is everyone reacting like that? Did you do something wrong?".

Suddenly Alwyn walks over just being in his self in a happy mood when he sees Bianca , his face becomes small

Bianca quick on her reflexes gives way for Alwyn, while he takes his ear phones to distract himself.

"What happened Bi?"

Bianca bursts out crying, Suvarna then looks at Alwyn walking the other side and then at Bianca

"Bi?" Suvarna says

Neil sees Bianca sobbing while trying to unload a delivery he has brought for a customer

"Pradhan Periera? Why are you glancing at her?"

"Nothing"

"Here you go your parcel".

"Thanks Pradhan Periera", the resident thanks Neil.While Suvarna escorts Bianca home.

*

Bianca tells Suvarna everything in detail from start to finish, and Suvarna is mad at her that she didn't keep updated about what was going on.

"If I had told you about it, I don't think you have planned to move in here".

"You know what you a manipulator and not a true friend".

She taps her legs on the floor like a kid knowing that she has done wrong "Su now am going to do?".

"You know it doesnt take time for rumours to spread!".

"You know what! Forget about it, private clinics can't survive without people appointments which are done through good rapo with people in the area that spread the word.Let's go back to Bandra!".

"Back to Bandra? When I have already spent so much now here?".

"Don't think it like that, you can cut off your losses now, otherwise you will end up spending all your remaining money for something that's in ruins just like my dad".

Bianca gets up from the dinning table and heads inside the room

"Bianca, am not done yet? Girl come back!".

*

The coastal breeze was sharp that night, sweeping through the narrow lanes of Uttan as Bianca stretched her arms and shook out the weight of the day. She tugged at the hem of her jog crop top, adjusted her earbuds, and set off at a steady pace in her navy jeggings. The streets were quieter at this hour—just the occasional bark of a dog, the hum of a scooter in the distance, and the faint smell of fish drying somewhere behind shuttered houses.

As she jogged past the neighborhood office, a faint metallic rattle approached from behind. A cycle bell chimed once, quick and sharp, before a blur of movement sped past her. She turned her head—Neil. He coasted by, his hair ruffled from the salty wind, a bag strapped carelessly across his back.

A few meters ahead, Neil suddenly slowed, swerved, and made a neat U-turn. He pedaled alongside her now, not too close, just enough to make his presence known.

“Out for a night jog?” he asked, his voice casual, almost teasing.

Bianca kept her eyes fixed forward, her breath measured. She didn’t reply.

Neil glanced sideways at her silence, then let out a quick laugh. “Ah… so you’re still mad about what I said earlier?” He paused, waiting for her to react, but she didn’t bite. He kept cycling, matching her pace with irritating ease. Then, after a beat, he said, “How about you try jogging in a different outfit next time?”

That did it. Bianca slowed, then stopped dead in her tracks. She pulled her earbuds out and turned sharply to face him.

“What?” she demanded, her voice slicing through the quiet street.

Neil stopped pedaling and rested his feet on the ground, hands gripping the handlebars. “There’s a rumour going around,” he said carefully, “that the new dentist only wears long… leggings.”

“Jeggings,” Bianca cut him off firmly, arms folded. “And whether I wear those, or a sari, or a bikini, it’s none of your business.”

Neil raised his hands in mock surrender, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Yes, I’m aware. But… I do think you could try to compromise a little.”

“Compromise?” she shot back. “Things are a little slow around here, huh? People must be bored out of their minds if gossip about my clothes is their entertainment. But dealing with gossip can be dangerous.”

Neil leaned forward slightly on his cycle, the humor fading from his face. “I know, I know. You’re just wearing them for a workout, not to cause a scene. But…” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “This might sound old-fashioned, but this isn’t Bandra. People here are older, set in their ways. They still hold onto their… orthodox mentality.”

Bianca let out a sigh, rubbing her forehead. “Sure tiring, isn’t it?”

He chuckled softly. “Yeah. But… you’re the one who chose to set up your office here. Don’t we all need some time to adjust?” He paused, then looked at her more directly. “I’ve been thinking about it. Everybody screws up sometimes. Technically speaking, you didn’t know the mic was on that day. We all bad-mouth someone in our lives. It’ll pass. Don’t worry.”

She gave him a skeptical look.

Neil tilted his head, a faint grin appearing again. “Trust me, the others are probably talking plenty crap about me too. So now that things are… even, how about we move on?” He leaned back on his seat, pedaling lazily in place. “Didn’t you give out traditional coconut cakes when you moved in?”

Bianca was blank, not knowing what to answer because she hasn't done so.

*

The next morning, Bianca carried a wicker basket filled with neatly wrapped coconut cakes, the delicate aroma of roasted semolina and grated coconut following her as she walked down the lane. This was her small gesture of goodwill—an offering to mark the opening of her dental clinic. In Bandra, such things would have been greeted with smiles and polite thank-yous. Here, in Uttan, she wasn’t so sure.

Her first stop was Rosy’s Fried Fish Restaurant, a small tiled-roof eatery already alive with the scent of frying bombil and the chatter of regulars. Rosy wiped her hands on her apron as Bianca stepped inside.

“I thought I’d bring these,” Bianca said, holding out the packet with a hopeful smile. “Coconut cake, a little treat on the occasion of my clinic’s opening.”

Rosy accepted it, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh… thank you.” She set the packet down on the counter, careful but distant, as though the gesture didn’t fully convince her.

Bianca forced herself to smile and left, clutching the basket a little tighter.

Her next stop was Leon’s Hardware Store. The place smelled of wood, rust, and turpentine. Leon was hunched over his desk, watching something on a tiny television in the corner.

“I brought some cake,” Bianca offered, setting the parcel in front of him.

Without turning fully toward her, Leon muttered, “Leave it there.” His eyes stayed fixed on the flickering screen. Bianca stood for a moment, waiting for him to acknowledge her, but when he didn’t, she quietly stepped away, her smile fading.

She tried again at Jessica’s supermarket. Jessica was busy stacking cans on a shelf when Bianca approached.

“Good morning, Jessica. I thought you might like some coconut cake.”

Jessica shook her head with a quick, almost rehearsed excuse. “Oh, I can’t. I have a test for gestational diabetes tomorrow. No sugar.”

Bianca blinked, taken aback. “Oh… of course. I understand.”

Jessica patted her shoulder with a perfunctory “Sorry!” and turned away. But as Bianca left the store, she caught a glimpse of Jessica ripping open a packet of chips, munching with casual ease.

Bianca sighed, the basket in her hands feeling heavier with every step.

Her last stop was Anjali’s restaurant, where the smell of prawn curry and vindaloo hung thick in the air. Anjali, elegant but stern in her manner, looked up from the counter as Bianca entered.

“I thought you might like some coconut cake,” Bianca said, her voice softer now, as though bracing herself.

Anjali took the parcel wordlessly and then set it down on the counter with a loud, dismissive thud. The sound echoed, sharp enough to sting Bianca’s pride.

She managed a polite nod and left, her throat tightening.

The lane outside felt strangely emptier as she walked toward Alwyn’s Café, only to find its shutters pulled down. The little wooden sign swayed in the breeze, almost mocking her. Disheartened, she turned back, her basket nearly empty now, except for one last parcel.

That was when she spotted Raphael, Rosy’s son, crouched by the banyan tree with a friend. They were huddled over a shoebox, whispering in excitement.

“Doctor aunty!” Aarav called, his face lighting up when he saw her. “Come here, you have to see!”

Bianca hesitated but stepped closer. Inside the shoebox, nestled in a bit of straw, was a small hedgehog, blinking sleepily under the sunlight.

She gasped. “A hedgehog? Where did you find it?”

“Near the docks,” Raphael’s friend said. “But we can’t keep it. My mom will never allow it.”

Bianca looked at Raphael, raising a brow. “And you?”

Aarav hesitated. “I was going to, but… I haven’t asked Mom yet.”

His friend chimed in, smirking. “He’ll only ask after he gets 100 in his maths test. Then she won’t say no.”

Bianca gave a small laugh. “That’s quite a condition.”

The boy puffed out his chest. “It’s fine. I always score full marks.”

Bianca shook her head, stepping back. “I’m sorry, but I can’t take care of it. I’m no good with pets. Honestly, I can barely manage myself these days. You should find someone else.”

She handed them the last parcel. “Here—have this cake instead.”

As she turned to leave, she heard the boy mutter, just loud enough for her to catch:

“See? I told you she’d say no. My mom says that woman has a stone heart.”

Bianca froze, her chest tightening. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then slowly turned back. Their words stung more than she cared to admit, and in that sting, she knew what she had to do.

*

That evening, Bianca sat cross-legged on the living room floor, her hair tied in a loose bun, watching the tiny hedgehog scurry across the mat. It moved cautiously at first, its small paws tapping softly on the tiles before finding comfort near the corner of the rug.

The cottage felt oddly warmer now — maybe because of the soft rustle of the creature exploring, or maybe because she wasn’t entirely alone anymore.

Just then, the door opened and Suvarna breezed in, her face glowing from a recent facial, carrying two shopping bags and the familiar scent of floral mist.

“Guess who finally decided to treat herself today?” she said dramatically, striking a pose near the doorway.

Bianca smiled faintly. “You look happy.”

“I am happy. First facial in months, and they even gave me a complimentary serum. Anyway—” Suvarna stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she spotted the hedgehog near the sofa. “Wait, what is that?”

Bianca looked up calmly. “A hedgehog.”

“I can see that!” Suvarna said, setting her bags down. “But where on earth did you get it from?”

“Someone asked me to look after it for a few days,” Bianca replied without much expression, watching the hedgehog nudge at a cushion.

Suvarna’s brows shot up. “Someone in this town trusted you with their pet?”

Bianca paused for a beat, then said evenly, “A patient back in Bandra did.”

Suvarna folded her arms, narrowing her eyes. “Bi, we still don’t have patients here.”

Before Bianca could answer, Suvarna noticed the small pile of envelopes on the side table — the ones she’d picked up from the mailbox before coming in. She flipped through them, her tone turning from playful to mildly exasperated.

“Okay, what is all this? Donations to the Girl Child Welfare Centre, Widow Support Fund, BPL Aid—Bi, why are you still sending cheques?”

Bianca didn’t look up. “Because they need it.”

“Yes, but we need clients!” Suvarna groaned. “Maybe stop saving the world till you’ve saved your clinic first?”

Bianca ignored the remark and leaned forward, her eyes following the hedgehog as it made a determined run toward the curtain. “Look at that,” she said softly. “He’s running again.”

Suvarna threw her hands up. “Unbelievable. You can’t handle the townspeople, but you’re suddenly mothering a hedgehog.”

Bianca smiled faintly. “Maybe it’s practice.”

Suvarna stared at her, torn between amusement and disbelief. “For what? Adopting another stray or surviving Uttan?”

Bianca shrugged. “Both, maybe.”

The hedgehog paused mid-scurry, looked up at them briefly, and then waddled into the corner near the lamp, curling itself into a small ball.

Suvarna sighed, sitting beside Bianca on the floor. “You know, Bi, you’re impossible.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m here,” Bianca said quietly, a hint of warmth finally breaking through her composure.

Suvarna chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “Only you would find peace in chaos—and company in a hedgehog.”

That Was Cute Loved The hedgehog.

In The Series It Was Something Different I Didn't Really Pay Attention

I Stopped Watching Around Episode 4

As For This Story

I Just Commented Because Your Wonderful Writer And My Friend

I Need To Write My Own Story First

Originally posted by: SilverBell

That Was Cute Loved The hedgehog.

In The Series It Was Something Different I Didn't Really Pay Attention

I Stopped Watching Around Episode 4

As For This Story

I Just Commented Because Your Wonderful Writer And My Friend

I Need To Write My Own Story First

In the series it was the hedgehog, just that I didnt include Bora in this story.

This is still Episode 2 of the series

Will continue my own story from Episode 4

Thanks for commenting

Yes awaiting for your story as well

She has not gained the trust of these people. They will not come to get treated if they don't trust her.