MN - Magical Realism.

"I can understand nupur, it is indeed a great loss", said a middle aged woman, pressing her shoulder and the dip of her fingers made her want to turn and slap her, but she could just nod.

"getting widowed at such a young age", sighed another woman and she closed her eyes, not in sorrow ' God Forbid she ever closes her eyes in sorrow ' it was disgust.

"Karthik was indeed a great man", a man of about 70 said sorrowfully, "I knew him since childhood", he added and nupur bit her lip to control her giggle.

Ofcourse, a man of 70 would know him since childhood! Oldie goldie friends. She took a deep breath and sipped water.

"nupur, child go get some rest, you are sitting like this since morning", this voice made her smile fully, but she controlled her curve and looked up at the woman with moist eyes, making sure her face expressed the complete opposite to the voice of her heart.

"don't argue dear, you don't need to sit here to show how grieved you are, go get rest", the woman stroked her hair, and scanning the whole living area with the same expression of sorrow, she slowly stood up, holding her mourning dress and started walking slowly.

"poor girl!'

"I feel so sorry for her, she is left all alone"

These voices were dropping behind her as she quickly climbed up the marble stairs and on entering her room, she closed the door behind with force.

"Bloody idiots!!", she said out loud, pulling away the scarf from her head and threw herself on the couch.

"how on earth can they think that a girl of 24 will mourn the death of her 60 years old husband? FOOLS!", shaking her head she got up from the couch and headed towards the cupboard, to fill herself a glass of wine.

Liquor eased out her stressed nerves and enjoying the drink, she started pacing around the room.

"I need to make sure that saint hasn't donated all his money", tapping her nails on the glass in anxiety, she walked fast around the room.

Karthik Ahluwalia was bloody rich. Property, bank balance, jewels and shares ' he left so much ' and she needed to make sure that it was just for her.

"hello", she said, as she quickly dialed the number and was waiting through the dial tones.

"Mrs Nupur Ahluwalia", said a deep, coarse masculine voice from the other end.

"yes!, we need to meet", her voice was stern.

"meet?, well aren't you mourning your husband?'

"shut up!, we need to meet!, I need to know the will of karthik, I need to know what ..

"relax!, he has left all with you", said the masculine voice, "but..", he added before nupur could even feel ecstatic.

"but what?", she asked desperately.

"you need to get married again!, within 15 days!"

"what? What the hell!!", she said out loud, not fearing someone could listen.

"yeah, well it seems like that oldie loved you, he doesn't wants you to spent your whole life mourning for him, poor soul!, didn't realize that you celebrated", he chuckled and nupur's temper flared up.

"just shut up will you!!, is there any way to break this clause or amend or ..

"no way", he said it with a "simple like that tone".

"what do you mean by no way?, you are the lawyer, you need to make sure I get all the money, you need to help me!, just tell me the bloody damn way to get the wealth mayank!!"

"ermm .. well .. marry me", he said, simply.

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