Part 4
Burberry in a Blue and pink saree
Argent Graines moved out of Gurgaon when their Indian investor fled the country on personal trauma...one of the the Thai partners was summoned to "wrap up" and "pay off the lease" on the plush Gurgaon space
R&B backpacked, worked out of the Paris office, back packed worked some more and plain wasted away ... he did not have as much sex as he got himself drunk
His Mom's image tormented and tortured him and his Dad in his grey boxers standing by the king sized bed, with the woman on it TWO STRIPS of black covered her "assets"
His work involved using the word "assets" a lot, but he was very careful HOW he said it since 2010... he didnt... MUCH...
Mihir talked in his soft drone like voice " R&B with everything Chachu is trying to do you being here is just right"
"Says WHO?" he snapped
"Has the man asked you tos peak to me?" R&B bristled... angrily
"I havent gone home since u left Dude, "4 years" "[Pata nahi kitne saal"
They joked in Punjabi with the bartender for a second...
"I dont give a DAMN about selling Japanese shit Mihir"
"YOU DONT Sam and Manny are counting on you" Mihir muttered sadly...
"This is the old man's plan use tears and DNA to buy my ass" R&B cursed colorfully
"Do u even" "Did u ever" Mihir began... stuttered and stopped "Your Dad MIGHT NOT BE GUILTY" was quickly swallowed digested and sent off to the colon
"DO NOT GO THERE" " U stinkin beep" "Do not" R&B used his best colorful language, and shook his finger
"I mean" began Mihir
"SURE!! AND I AM A VIRGIN AT 31" R&B finsihed his drink in ONE GULP "I am going to make a hole in one" R&B declared smugly...See u at Golf Course/L
His eyes automatically flew to the girl across the huge sprawling Rick's Bar... the tan leather couch creased and shifted as she moved to laugh out loud... a perfect set of teeth
The 60+ year old, egged on by cheap beer pushed further... R&B felt his jaw clench as images from long ago and faraway interfered with the buzz caused by the gin
He cursed in his mind "Shoulda stayed in Paris" he muttered...
"Chala ja yaar kal"
"HOW DO U KNOW? R&B asked startled... getting off the bar stool, pulled his Black Amex out and slid it across
"Dude" Mihir mumbled
"Sam, Manny YOU ... ARE ALL BLOODY IN ON THIS. Will going in there one time free me from this shit?" he asked
Before Dad disgraced himself R&B had little interest in what he did or how he made his money... he saw hoardings and LED signs all over Ring Road, Gurgaon, Dhaula Kuan...Uttam Nagar...Lajpat Nagar... they had 7 showrooms in the NCR area... and around 14 on last count in North India
The women standing by the gleaming cars made him wonder NOW... if Daddy dearest had screwed them...
"All for a good cause" he sniggered...
"One time or one year R&B?" "Chachu's kids are all over the place like termites..." Mhir said angrily
"That dump deserves to get eaten" R&B said, taking his card back
The Burberry shirted braided chick leaned forward to peer into the monitor... Mr Gupta shifted in his seat... and moved his beer mug away from her left hand...
"No ring" his eyes pointed out..."ring or a mangal sootra... a horny 60 yr old bas***d wouldnt mind either " his brain lashed the whip...
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The next morning,
Spectrum Gurgaon...
She stepped out of the Daily Perk... holding her coffee, her badge and her phone... juggling while trying to scald herself... she wore a blue and pink kalamkari saree... pink actually with bluish leafy patterns, Akka's saree she had stolen last week😳
unafraid to show up to work in Delhi, wearing Burberry and Nordtsroms one day and a Kalamkari saree the next...
Kohl lined eyes and a pointy arrow bindi... giving off a "NGO vibe"... she hadnt worn her nose ring since she broke up with Subbu, Amma insisted she wear it on all "festivals" and visits to Malai Mandir
Amma ALSO insisted Ishita SING EVERYWHERE... she cringed and Amma pretended to be visually impaired
"Amma inge vendaam NOT HERE" she would hiss
But Amma would nudge her Pooja committee pals and have them announce her name at every Concert every Tyagaraja Festival and every where else Ishita could sing
Akka learned veena... "WHY THE HECK DID I NOT CHOOSE THAT, I cant carry it in my purse
Amma would never insist I play, AKKA U ARE SO CLEVER, SEMA MOOLAI wily brain" she woul;d graon
She walked past Eggs and Icing... the best pastry shop South of Connaught Place... it was HUGE and smelled like vanilla
She walked in tempted, her 10 O clock was late, she would LOOK... ONLY LOOK...
A tall man... taller than 6 feet guy... skinny and debonair... was peering down at the glass cases, mile long...
Pointing to stuff, as the uniformed girl picked out and placed it gently in a box...
He wore glasses, EXTREMELY HANDSOME... and had grey hair around the temples... his shoes must have costed atleast $1 or $2000 dollars she thought...
The Accountant in her quickly added up the cost of his threads... and she almost giggled...
"may I help u" asked the gal behind the counter... she squirmed
The oldish gentleman... fished for his wallet and was dismayed "Maybe I left at home, I have to call my admin" he muttered, as he fished out Rs1000 bill or two Ishita couldnt see, he actually handed Rs 1,500 one 1000 and one Rs 500 bill... from his other pocket
"Its for my nephew's kids... he said with pride...
The gal rang it up.. she said
rS. 1147 Sir she said...
I was hoping to get three more" the man muttered shaking his head
The gal looked confused...
"May I butt in and offer sugary advice?" Ishita smiled
The man turned around and grinned... frowned a bit to place her
"Oh! I was just browsing, I am being nosy" Ishita muttered biting her lower lip
"Oh! No! I need three more"
"U must go for the pineapple and coffee crunch and the caramel carma" They add up to Rs.1407, which will leave u exactly 91 for taxes and u can walk away with Rs 2"She said smiling
The man's jaw dropped
the gal fished it all out...
Ishita's phone rang, she walked away answering it as the man turned around and looked at her departing form, the long braid, the pallu stylish and long... the saree starched and crisp
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Mr Goyal and Ishita Iyer were ushered into the humungous conference room... the men were seated as far away as POLITELY POSSIBLE
Ishita's eyes immediately sparkled in recognition... she smiled... wide and cheery
Mr Goyal shook hands with the Marks & Spencer oldish guy, she extended her hand to the younger man... over 6 feet tall...he wore blue jeans and a white shirt...gutting every work dress code the Senior Bhalla enforced...with vengeance😈
Ranjan Bhalla: THE MATH WHIZ!!! (GUSHING, stood up and walked over to Ishita)
Mr Goyal : "Either that or she also goes by Ishita Iyer" (laughing out loud)
R&B: AND... YET ANOTHER CONQUEST (words dripping venom he whispered, barely taking Ishita's hand for the shake) "the Burberry was in a blue and pink saree today..."his eyes pinged his brain
Edited by Nisha0604 - 10 years ago
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