Chapter # 1
The constant sympathies and
consolations were irritating her. Why on earth is everybody so bothered!!.
URGH!.
"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.
Chapter 2 - Page 8.
Edited by Fantasia. - 12 years ago
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