Pro Bono & Penurious
She leaned on her folded arms resting on her desk... in her cube and sent her brain cells on over drive... her head hurt more when she leaned forward like that
Two red lines appeared on her blurry vision... the DECLINED CHARGE.
"WHO PAID THEN?"
She immediately went to her phone and checked, first Pizza Hut then El Cazador...
She dialed in headache induced stupor... explained the order, looked through her email for the receipt and realized
MORON!! U ARE CALLING THEM TO ASK WHO PAID
She said she ordered pizza on Saturday, they took a good 20 minutes to find the transaction and read the first four numbers on the card
"BNP" she said
"Can I ask who paid?" she asked
"Ya a Mr Bhalla... Raman? Bhalla" she said
II hung up... her head hurt ...thunderously
She called El Cazador it was a rewind and replay...
She leaned back on her head rest... and cried...AH! SO THATS WHY HE WAS SO PISSED!!
"A broke wife" "How humiliating for Rakshasan"
She laughed evilly
She KNEW that exact moment Ved Sareen must be connected to him
She walked over to Bally's admin, applied for time off, took her purse and not her laptop and rushed out
Her lunch sat on her desk... an elaborate meal just like everyday, unheeded today
Could not find a cab or a rickshaw, she didnt want Ranjan's driver to find out... so she walked almost 60% of
the distance in 44C heat, when she got to Sareen and Shukla
it was almost 4 PM
She waited in the sub zero lobby of the posh, gleaming, granite and glass office
the gal that spoke to her on the phone gave her a weird look,
and ignored her NOT telling her if Sareen was going to be in today
II was half way to fainting
She forgot pain killers at her desk
she asked for water, she was pointed to a cooler, it was ice cold she could only have a sip
She went back and waited until 6:30... under what hope? she didnt know...
The lobby chick was winding up
Hope? none... but truck loads of Iyer rosham... (pride)
Humiliated and distraught
A youngish handsome man around 5'4" walked by in a biz suit...
"Mr Sareen" lobby girl called out accidentally, refusing to reveal to II... but it was too late
In her half dead state II heard it!!!!!
She ran after the dude
"Ved?" she called
He stopped and turned and saw the GORGEOUS woman in her late 20s... TALLL beautiful with BIGGG eyes,
looong braid... in a stunning turqoise salwar kameez... with orange bead work...
She wore burgundy choora, his heart skipped a beat fearfully
"Ya?"
The lobby girl intercepted her "U DONT HAVE AN APPOINTMENT MAAM"
II fought weakly
"I am sorry Mr Sareen she called multiple times and has been waiting since 2? or 3" she was dismissive
"Ive told her you only do pro bono (free legal help for the poor) on Saturday, she doesnt seem to get it"
He held her elbow walking her back to the lobby whispering in her ear
"Umm...Thanks Meher, ummm... she doesnt need pro bono... the man she is married to could buy me out a million times, I can take it from here
have a good night" he nodded politely kicking her out
Returned to the tall stunningly beautiful girl...
"Umm... do u know Raman Bhalla?" she asked through dry lips, her voice hoarse
"Do u want to come into my office?" he asked "sit down please? I can explain everything?"
"Nope... I just want to know if you know him?" she asked with a humorless smile
"Mrs Bhalla... hes a friend" he said almost inaudibly like he confessed to rape
"Its Ishita Iyer" she said
And left... "ishita" he called out, chasing... she didnt turn to look
He intercepted her "I am sorry" he said softly
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She got home after 9...
She went up wearily... dragging herself up the stairs
She found him in his office
"Can we just do pizza" she asked mock cheerfully
"Ummm ya? Ummm ya" he nodded confused
"Will u please order?" she spoke cheerfully
"Pizza Hut?" he asked
"Sure... make sure you pay... "
HE KNEW SHE WAS SPOILING FOR A FIGHT THAT EXACT SECOND
She walked away... returning to
"Oh! haan make sure, u tell your Accountant to give me alms"
He got up from the couch, flinging his papers
"Umm... ur car repair guy, since u drive a Ferrari hes probably worth 7 times as much as I"
"Ah!!!Is that what this is about? Is this how you are going to address it?"
"Do u have a better plan? MR CMU MBA?" she sniggered
"Oh! yes... Ms IIM I do... I am going to transfer money to your account" SMUG
"Good one" she laughed humorlessly clapping
"I AM GOING TO TRANSFER MONEY TO YOUR ACCOUNT" FIRM, BITING
"Do that and I will withdraw it all in cash and fling it on your face"
"I DARE YOU TO II, DARE U TO DO THAT, U do that and I tell your Amma and Vandita you wanted a pre nup"
"U do that and it will be the very last time u will EVER see me"
"Do not threaten me"
"Oh yes and I will tell Appa and Dad that you humiliated me for NOT being wealthy" she cried, desperate, hanging on to wisps
"U are kidding?"
"I bet anonymously doling me a hand out was your idea of a f**king foreplay?" she sneered
"See u in prison would be" he gave it back
"The next time you want to do charity ASK ME FOR A f**kING LIST I CAN GIVE IT TO. YOUR WIFE IS NOT A CHARITABLE ORG"
"WHY NOT? (mock innocently)Would she happen to be in jail for writing a bad check?" he asked softly, pretending to be confused
"YOU GOT THAT RIGHT, IN JAIL YES, NO, NOT FOR WRITING A BAD CHECK BUT FOR KILLING HER HUSBAND AND HIS SLIMY SIDEKICK OF AN ATTORNEY FOR SCREWING WITH HER"
"I invite you to try that " he said blisteringly
"DONT YOU DARE MANIPUALTE ME WITH YOUR STINKING SCHEMES" she was hoarse, her head was
exploding with pain. "I am NOT a angel investor prospect, get off the whatever addiction u are on" she verbally punched him in the gut
"Why? what plans did you have to pay for those pizza and tacos?" he slammed back with a blow below her belt
"Yep... U are right...The oldest profession known to womankind... I was hoping for an orgy, both delivery boys at the same time" she said bitingly
He kicked a stool sending an artefact to the rug, and some books and mags, shattering a crystal flower vase, roses... WATER everywhere
She lifted the coffee table on one end "I can do it too" sending heaps of things tumbling like aamusement oark slide
"And the next time u get the urge to play Santa Claus DO NOT f**kING DO IT WITH ME"
"Why? are ya ending the marriage?" he asked mocking, unmercifully
"ONLY CUZ a middle class wife is not good enough for ya" she asked walking tauntingly around him, goading him
"You should have known you are marrying "trailer trash" (economically disadvantaged in the US) u know... bankruptcy hearing, drunken brawls outside the front door
illegitimate kids, tattoos.. you GET IT ALL LOVE" she sniggered "U better get tested I might I have given you syphyllis" she
clamped her hand over her mouth dramatically
"No no... shes just perfect... I am just pissed I forgot to get ring side seats to her bankruptcy hearing"
"U shud have ordered tickets online on our wedding night" "Its all sold out NOW"
"WHAT WERE YOU DOING?" "Hmmm" She blushed unconsciously
"DO NOT" "DO NOT" he warned her shaking a violent finger...on the verge of losing control... his voice trembling and hoarse
"OH YES... U WERE HAVING SOME AWFUL MIDDLE CLASS SEX" she clapped
She pushed him spoiling for a fight
he pushed her back... pinning her on the wall
"U know u regret not marrying someone from Aurangazeb Road or Prithviraj Road" she yelled
"Have u started doing drugs?" he was being offensive
"I TOLD YA... DRUGS, SEX AND BANKRUPTCY... I am a poster child of middle class who BEGS TO BE RESCUED BY RICH SAVIOR HUBBY" she screeched
"You infuriating, opinionated @#$%^&*^&%" he hissed
"You arrogant, overbearing, conceited bas***d" she yelled
"Push that f**king log of inferiority complex off the goddamn shoulder" he yelled
"I was TRYING HONEEE, but my husband's suave National School of Law bestie gutted my self esteem by telling me how poor I am"
"ONLY BECAUSE MELINDA GATES was BLOODY BROKE" (because she spends so much on others, to the point of going broke)
"ITS MY f**kING MONEY, I will spend it on who I WANT. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I GOT THE PRE NUP" she yelled
"GO RIGHT AHEAD, ID BE HAPPY TO CALL THE COPS WHEN U WRITE A BAD CHECK"
"NO PLEASE CAN I CHOOSE OPTION TWO? THE CREEPY LAWYER?" she asked
AND CONVULSED
Pushed him off ran to the bathroom and retched... falling on the floor in a heap
He stood her up, helped her rinse and carried her to bed, placing her on it calling the Doc immediately as she passed out
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