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Anaisha heard the shouting from the kitchen and walked back. With downcast eyes, she said quietly, “I’m right here.” “There’s a lot you don’t know. Your mother... and then you had said that….” She started to explain. “Don’t bring Ma into this. She didn’t ask you to desert me like this.” Anaisha looked at him with sad eyes. Ravi was shocked. She didn’t just put the onus on his mother for her own actions. “I am not bringing her into this… I am not blaming her… neither am I trying to come between you and her. That’s why I’ve never told you before. Because you will not believe me!” Anaisha retorted angrily. Ravi stared at her, completely at a loss. “Vartika," she said pointedly.

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Arjun looked around at the lush greenery, soaking in the early morning sun rays. It was good to be back home, he thought, as he jogged down the cemented path, which was flanked by shrubs and flower bushes.jogging path He had had to modify the exercise regime here. The neighborhood gym wasn’t anything like the one at his place in Melbourne and he hadn’t wanted to use the run down, badly maintained machines.

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Anaisha stared at him, confused. She had just asked her guests whether they preferred tea, coffee, juice or soft drinks. And, he had answered Whiskey?! Whiskey! Had he really asked for Whiskey? But he never consumed liquor! Or did he? Anaisha wondered what else had changed in these past 5 years.

This is Part IV. Read the previous parts: Part I - Lost, Part II - Memories, Part III - Greetings.
Anaisha stared at him, speechless. She was stunned and confused; surprised and shocked, thrilled to see him, yet apprehensive about meeting him after so long. Was he their new friend? Had Jayesh known about the two of them? Was that why he had been invited? She vaguely heard the others chatting and talking but couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She just stood there, rooted to the spot, her mouth agape. A myriad of thoughts and questions rushed through her mind. Was he the out-of-town, amazing architect that Green World had signed on? But hadn't that happened almost a year ago? How come they were crossing paths only now? Was that because she'd never actually met the rest professionally and this was the first time the entire group was meeting at one place? Was he Dipin's friend? She'd known Dipin for long. Knowing her Delhi roots, surely, he would have mentioned earlier about having met a Delhi-based architect. Maybe he was Jayesh's friend! That would explain why they hadn't met earlier. Come to think of it, she had been signed on by Green World Realty, just last month only. She couldn't possibly have known the entire team working on the project. Was he the one behind her getting that deal? Had he always known about her? Had she not hosted this dinner, would they have actually met? Anaisha was stunned and apprehensive at the same time. He was going to have some questions of his own too, she thought. Was she ready to answer them? Was this going to be the best night of her life? Or the worst?

This is Part III of a continued series. Read Part I -Lost and Part II - Memories. However, feel free to read it on its own too. :) Anaisha pulled the door open, and warmly welcomed her guests in. Each of them was carrying a huge packet, which they...

This is Part II of a previously ongoing story. Read Part I here - Lost.
Tring … Tring! She ignored the ringing telephone, as she concentrated on the task at hand. Her brow furrowed, as she chewed her lower lip, the pen in her hand poised in the air, following each written line. She couldn’t find anything amiss. Finally, she picked up the telephone receiver. “27," announced a voice on the other end, before she could say anything. “48,” she replied, staring at the ceiling. “Ha, I win!” “That’s not fair. I solved it, just a few seconds later probably.” “Nope, you picked up the phone late. Besides, you got it wrong,” he said knowingly and continued. "Tomorrow, samosas (a popular Indian snack, stuffed with spicy potato filling and deep fried) and tea are on you,” he chuckled.

Ravi stood there at the back of the group, waiting for the door to be opened from within. Dressed in a dapper black suit, he looked every bit as suave and handsome, as he was described to be. Tall, lean and muscular in physique; accomplished and successful at work he was the true definition of the “perfect man”. [caption id="attachment_3097" align="alignnone" width="1375"]flowers Image Courtesy[/caption] Indeed, it wasn’t for nothing that he had been ranked 8th on the list of “10 Most Eligible Bachelors” in the latest issue of Architect + Designer Digest. Not that he concurred; in his mind, he was very much taken. He looked around casually, noting every flaw in the building’s construction. From outside, the residential block had looked well maintained - with its sufficient car parking, a small fountain in the main porch and ample playing area for the kids. His sharp mind and observant eye had even noted that the number of lifts was in correct proportion to the number of letterboxes in the basement. The number of car parking spaces was in excess, though. Obviously to account for the fact that each house these days had multiple car owners, he figured. The people standing ahead of him were the ones he had been collaborating with, on a real estate project, for quite a while now. The group comprised of his business associates - owner of a furnishings showroom, the largest and best in the city; a renowned interior designer and his painter sister; a real estate and construction mogul and his socialite wife. These were the people who had invited him to dinner, at yet another friend’s house. He had been homesick and exhausted. Staying alone in a new city for 12 months straight; working non-stop day and night at a stretch had taken its toll. It had had its benefits too. The project they all had been slogging over, had begun to take visible shape. Construction was almost over, and the process of fitments and fixtures was soon to start. They were ahead of schedule and with ample budget to spare, too. The mall would surely be ready well ahead of time; for its inauguration in mid-December. The real estate company had wanted to open the mall before Valentine’s Day. Ravi had suggested it to be completed well before Christmas, to be able to cash in on the fervor of festive season and New Year. They were doing well, exactly as per plan, Ravi thought. He could now afford to breathe a bit and take things a little easy. His associates and now friends had been perceptive enough to realize he needed the break and kind enough to not leave him alone on the occasion of Diwali – when people working across the country would return home to enjoy the festival with their families. “It would be good for you to join us for Diwali,” Nayan, the pot-bellied interior designer had suggested.