The Proposal

The fifth short story submitted to the TOI Write India competition. For the other stories click here

Author Prompt

“It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold.

I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend’s wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batchmates. But what I didn’t know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter.

I was almost sure it was she. Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend stood two places ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell.”  by Ravinder Singh (For more about the contest/rules click here).

The Proposal

It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold.

I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend’s wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batchmates. But what I didn’t know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter.

I was almost sure it was she. Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend stood two places ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell.

Heart thudding, I ducked to avoid meeting her. After her brutal rejection, it had taken me long to find my balance again. I was in a happy place now, thanks to Avani, my guardian angel. I was finally over Sonia. But going by my current heart rate, I suddenly wasn’t quite so sure.

I took a quick peek ahead. Sonia had reached the counter. Relax Nikhil, I told myself, she might not be going to Bengaluru. Even if she is, so what? Best if you stay away from her, some sane inner voice warned me.

But then when had I ever listened to it. Besides, fate had other plans.

A little girl came toddling forward. She tottered and would have tripped over my suitcase. I swung her away to safety half expecting her to scream blue murder. But she chortled in glee and waved her clenched fists only to hit me squarely in the eye with the toy she was clearly escaping with. “Ouch!” I yelped although I couldn’t help but warm to her infectious joie de vivre.

“Nika!” an all too familiar voice scolded. My heart plummeted to my stomach and I unexpectedly felt bereft as Nika was plucked from my arms. I felt naked and exposed. Myriad emotions assaulted me. I had a desperate irresistible desire run away and hug Sonia at the same time. What if she treated me like a stranger? What if she didn’t? I was terrified of making a fool of myself. With a vague idea of delaying the inevitable, I turned away and focused on rubbing my eye.

“I am sor…Nikkss? Oh Niks is that you? So good to see you!” She slid an arm around me and held me close whilst Nika gurgled in my ear.

With a sense of relief, I gave up avoiding her. “Hi Sonia,” I mumbled awkwardly, not quite the suave confident branch manager that I actually was. I coughed and tried again. “Good to see you too.” I raised an eyebrow. “So what’s Nika short for?” Nobody could fail to admire the pretty picture of mother and daughter. Yet, in her jeans and top, Sonia looked barely old enough to be out of school. She had never been fat but now she was almost painfully thin and fragile. Her eyes, easily her best feature, were still deep and mysterious.

Her tinkling laugh washed over me. “Yeah I still have that habit,” she said with a touch of apology. “Nayanika, say sorry to Niks.” She pressed a kiss on a chubby cheek and gave her a cuddle.

Nika offered the most unrepentant of smiles and lisped, “Shollee Inks.” I fell in love all over again – with Nika and Sonia.

“Hang on a minute will you while I check in? Going to Bengaluru right?” I said.

She nodded. “It’s going to be a pain what with the flight being indefinitely delayed.”

“Let’s grab a coffee shall we? I guess we are on the same flight.” I said as we compared boarding passes.

By the time I had queued up and paid for the coffee, I regretted my impulsiveness. Didn’t I say Sonia was best avoided? The voice growled.

Oh, go take a hike I mumbled silently and strode over to the ladies waiting for me. “Coffee for you and a brownie for Nika.”

“Oh she won’t have.” Sonia broke off a piece and popped it in her mouth.

“I’m guessing she will. Like mother, like daughter,” I said softly. Her gaze skittered away. “Hey Nika,” I said briskly, “do you want to try a brownie?”

“Blownie.” Game, Nika grabbed it and stuffed it on her face. Plastered, she chomped on it happily and slurped. She held out her chocolaty chubby fingers, “Mole!” she demanded imperiously.

I shot Sonia a triumphant look but she returned an exasperated look. “Exactly why I told you not to give it to her. Look that the mess she created.” She grabbed the last piece and ate it all up except for one tiny bit, which she put into Nika’s mouth. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Keep an eye on my stuff.” She walked off to the washroom.

Nika was irritable and cranky by the time she came back. Sonia struggled to calm her down but with little success. I watched helplessly. “She was an angel just a little while ago.”

“She is an angel,” Sonia said. “It’s just that she is hungry. If only she would let me prepare the formula, but,” she shrugged helplessly as Nika clung to her wailing.

“Here, let me try.” I said rather foolhardily. “Nika, come let’s go see airplanes, whoosh!” I didn’t give her a chance to protest as I swung her into my arms and loped off to the huge windows. Luckily a plane had just landed and distracted Nika. “Plane! Whoosh!” she informed me and gazed at it interestedly for a moment or two. “Nonia?” her lower lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears.

“Yeah, let’s go find Nonia!” I planned on taking a long detour but she cottoned on pretty quickly and switched on the siren. I hurriedly changed directions and peace reigned as I restored her to Sonia.

“Where’s her father?” I asked despite myself. “It’s tough to travel alone with a toddler.”

Sonia’s face clouded over and her throat worked convulsively. “We filed for divorce over irreconcilable differences.”

“I am sorry.” I hated myself for feeling vindicated.

“It’s been awful Niks.” A dam seemed to burst. “Right from very beginning it has been a ghastly never-ending nightmare. Except for Nika. If it weren’t for her, I would have surely jumped off the nearest roof by now.” She shuddered and clutched Nika close.

“Don’t say that!” I was horrified. “Nothing is worth your life.” After all I had learnt that lesson the hard way.

Sonia shook her head. “You have no idea how much I regretted parting ways with you Niks. You have absolutely no idea! I wish I had never given into Dad’s antiquated ideas of caste and status. It’s not fair Niks,” she cried as she turned to me, “what was my fault? All I did was obey my parents and look where it landed me.” A tear rolled down her cheek. She hastily brushed it away.

“Shush Sonia,” I muttered casting a nervous look around, “don’t blame yourself. We have been conditioned to obey to our parents. Besides marriage is a gamble. You win some and lose some.” I shrugged. “Maybe that’s why I never could take the plunge.”

“Lucky you,” she said dully. “Dad is after my life to get married again.” She shook her head. “My divorce hasn’t yet officially come through, and neither have I recovered from the trauma, yet he wants me to jump into the fire once again.”

“Maybe he is just trying to tell you that you should not let this tragic experience sour you. He wants you to get married again and lead a normal happy married life…”

She looked at me, disbelief was written all over her face. “I can’t believe you are defending Dad!” She gently rocked Nika, whose eyes had begun to close. “I have to consider Nika, her safety and well being.” She looked up pleadingly at me. “How can I trust another man? Be sure that he wouldn’t harm Nika in any way – be the right father figure for her?” She smiled wanly. “Unless it’s you of course.”

My heart thumped madly. “Are you proposing to me Sonia?” I asked carefully.

Sonia shrugged. “There is nobody else I trust more in this world.”

“What about your father?”

Sonia flushed. “That’s a low blow,” she mumbled.

“Why hint at things you know are not possible?” Old forgotten emotions flared up suffocating me. “Do you know how long it has taken me to move on? Why are you hell bent upon playing with my…”

“Please Niks.” she put a hand on mine. “I am sorry I hurt you. Can we start all over again? Please?”

“What about your father? His objections? None of it has changed, has it?” I lashed out in bitterness and anger.

“I will convince him.”

“How? You couldn’t convince him four years ago.” I vacillated between hope and despair. Could my wildest dreams actually come true?

“I will convince him,” she insisted. “I was young and foolish then.”

“But what if you can’t?” I persisted. “Whom will you choose this time?”

“I will convince him,” she parroted. She looked around. “Damn it, how delayed is our flight? Here, hold Nika will you? I need to use the washroom.”

Sonia disappeared and as if on cue, Nika began fussing which blew up into a major tantrum. Harried, I walked about trying to distract her but she wasn’t interested, until she caught sight of a little girl eating an ice cream.

“Ice cleam,” she demanded tearfully. Relieved, I purchased one for her. Instantly appeased, she was all delighted smiles and gurgles. She gave it a dainty lick.

“Nika!” Sonia snatched the ice cream from her and threw it in the dustbin. “What the hell Nikhil! Did I say you could give her an ice cream?”

I was aghast. “It was just an ice cream for heaven’s sake! She woke up and was howling so I thought…”

“Next time leave any thinking regarding Nika to me,” her eyes shot daggers at me as she took Nika away, “she is my daughter…”

Blood rushed to my head. “Is this how much you trust me?”

Sonia stilled. She dug out a chocolate from her bag and handed it to Nika. “Sorry Niks. I didn’t mean it that way. Actually Nika has a bad cold…”

“So what exactly did you mean Sonia? That I come a poor third in your life?” Bile rose up and choked me.

Sonia’s wide lustrous eyes filled with tears. She held Nika close. “Please don’t twist my words out of context. I admit I am rather possessive and overprotective about my daughter but…”

My phone rang. It was Avani. “Hello.” I said.

Avani immediately cottoned on. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Our flight has been further delayed by an hour.”

“But that isn’t why you are upset is it?”

“I am not upset.”

“Of course you are.”

I sighed defeated. I never could fool Avani. “Don’t worry, I am fine.” I calmed down and my voice softened. “I’ll speak to you later okay? Bye.”

“Who was that?” Sonia pounced.

“Avani.”

“Avi! That mousy ugly looking nobody?”

“Sonia!” I was taken aback by the vicious attack. “Don’t talk about Avani like that.” I swallowed. “If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be here today.” I looked down on my clenched fists and then raised my eyes to look at Sonia bleakly. “When you left me I was completely shattered.” I broke off, unwilling to revisit those agonizing days. “Avani gave me a second chance at life with her unconditional love and support.”

“Avi was always a sucker for sob stories,” Sonia sneered. “Don’t make the mistake of confusing her pity for love.”

I looked at Sonia in sudden dislike and everything fell into place. I felt light and free.

“I would rather take her pity and unquestioning friendship over your selfishness.” I shot back.

“Don’t be an emotional fool Niks.” Sonia’s eyes hardened.

I shook my head. “You mistake Sonia. For once I am being practical. With Avani, I would always come first. But with you, I would never be quite sure.” I paused. “A convenient caretaker perhaps?” I nodded casually and walked off jauntily feeling as if I had been released from prison.

I couldn’t wait to meet Avani.

“Nikhil! You are so late! Are you okay? I have been waiting…”

“Whoa Avani. Relax!” I shrugged off my bag. “I am fine. The flight…”

“Yes,” she brushed me aside impatiently, “but you sounded so upset…”

I held her by the arms. “I was, but now everything is just perfect.” I gave her a warm hug.

She gave me a quizzical look. “Now this is a first!” She dragged me to the sofa. “Tell me all.” She patted the sofa invitingly.

“I met Sonia and her daughter at the airport.”

Avani stiffened and she eyed me warily.

I sighed. “She’s getting a divorce and sort of proposed to me.”

Avani’s eyes widened. “So what did you say?” she seemed to be holding her breath.

For an answer, I went down on one knee and pulled out a ring with a flourish, “Will you marry me?”

Avani clapped a hand to her mouth and stared at me with eyes round with shock. Her face cleared; she clapped her hands. “Oh, is that how you are planning to propose to Sonia? What a beautiful ring!”

“No you silly girl,” I smiled. “I am proposing to you my love.”

“But why?” she gasped, “I thought you…”

I stood up and pulled her into my arms. “I know – I thought so too! But the fact is I love you. Life without you is meaningless…”

“What!” Avani moved away twisting her fingers. “I never thought…I mean I never meant for you to…but I don’t…” she looked at me pleadingly.

“Don’t what Avani?” I asked gently. “Love me?” I looked at her knowingly. “I know you do. But never mind, even if you don’t.” I squeezed her hands. “I have love enough for both of us.” I said grandly. “You have been my pillar of strength. Now it’s payback time…”

She withdrew her hands. “Payback? But for what?” Her voice gentled. “I was just being a good friend Nikhil.” Her soft doe eyes looked at me anxiously. “I am sorry if you got the impression that I love you.”

I stared at her uncomprehendingly.

Avani flushed guiltily and looked away. “Perhaps you remember I had submitted a proposal to Harvard?” She met my eyes. “Well, they liked it and offered me a teaching assistant-ship. I join next month.”

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 And while you were busy partying over the weekend, I had a little blast of my own and posted another little story Although I did miss the deadline 😦  Anyway since you are here, might as well skim over that as well? What’s a few more words (with a picture to boot) right? 😀 Thanks!

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SPF: The Troubleshooter

Hello! (gasping for breath) here I am with a short story (within 200 words) for the Sunday Photo Fiction (22/5/16).

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The Troubleshooter

Words 194

“Pia!” Molly snatched the glass from her.

“I never had a blue drink before.” Pia said sulkily.

“How was it?” Sid flicked it a longing look but a glare from Molly quelled him.

“Papa will be back with his guests any minute.” Molly fretted while Pia was quite unconcerned. But then she was barely 4 years old. “He will be very angry.” Molly warned.

Pia’s lower lip trembled and tears filled her eyes.

Sid rushed to help. “If I tilt the table like this, Uncle may not notice anything.”

“Sid!” Molly rushed to stop him, casting an agonized glance at the French windows. “Do you want to break the glasses?”

Chastened, Sid busied himself with a rubber band. Pia wandered over to him. “I want to play too.”

Molly looked at them in disgust – why did she always have to clean up after them?

Molly picked up a glass of water. She stretched up on her toes, and with her tongue sticking out, poured it over the blue drink. After a quick level check, she topped the yellow drink as well.

Molly smiled in relief. Now, nobody would realize anything was amiss.

Not quite sure if I am in time or not but still, here goes - do let me know how it was!

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Thinking…

Hello! I know what you all are thinking – now what 🙂 And you are right! As usual, I am up to no good, poking my nose into stuff that are not my business. But what to do – Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers (photo prompts and 100 word stories) has me hooked. I find it fascinating how a single prompt can inspire such a diverse range of stories – quite remarkable. Anyway I couldn’t quite resist, so here I am with another attempt. But first the prompt.

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Copyright Rochelle

Thinking…

Word count – 99

There was a gasp of horror and a crowd gathered.

Help! Someone save her! Mommy, take me along, Mommy I want to swim too! Someone do something! Hurry!

The waves thrash her body dragging her deeper into the ocean. Floating all alone in the sea under the blazing sun. Until the predators arrive one by one, to nibble at her flesh. She lay passive as they swarm all over pecking at her mortal remains.

Unknown hands drag her daughter away. She is alone. Then the predators arrive…

“Mommy?” A hand tugged hers.

Shuddering, she stepped back from the edge.

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Quote for the day: “A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

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Weather Woes

But first some good news! After days of patiently putting up with my rants about the weather you certainly deserve it 🙂 I am pleased to report that finally the weather has take a turn for the better. Believe it or not, on Monday, the temperatures plummeted from a sizzling day temperatures of 47 0 C to a pleasant evening at 27 0 C.

A thunderstorm accompanied by a shower overcame the sun (for the moment at least) and brought cheer right back into our lives. Even the staid seasoned trees look positively thrilled – clean green and fresh. I cant help but be infected by their silent but all pervading joie-de-vivre.

On the flip side, several flights were delayed or cancelled. But the respite couldn’t have come at a more timely juncture. Things were quite awful in most parts of the country and temperatures at the India-Pakistan border were higher by 10 degrees or more. Actually am not sure there has been any relief for the army jawans who patrol the borders in the most unbelievable heat and dust of the Thar desert. According to newspaper reports, they were able to roast papad by just placing it on the hot sand and cook rice by just keeping it out in the sun for 3 hours.

And then there was this tragic incident. A villager, while entertaining guests, forgot about his camel left out in the heat with his legs tied. When he remembered and went out to release it the camel turned violent. He picked him by the neck and threw him down, he then chewed off his master’s head. The camel went berserk and 25 men struggled for over 6 hours to bring it back under control. Poor camel – the heat must have literally fried his brains (my sympathies and condolences to the villager’s family).

That’s all on the weather front for now at least – for this isn’t the end of summer. So as they say cheer up the worst is yet to come. And memes like this are bound to crop up (again and again) before the mangoes bid their final adieu for the season.

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But let us make hay while the sun shines – oops wrong quote ;). Make every dull day count 😀

And now on to Moonshine – Chapter 61 and Calvin. All those rooting for Hobbes raise your hands 😀

Quotes for the day

“Pray don’t talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.” ― Oscar Wilde

“Don’t knock the weather. If it didn’t change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn’t start a conversation.” ― Kim Hubbard

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It’s Complicated

The fourth short story submitted to the TOI Write India competition. For the other stories click here

Author Prompt

“In the middle of the flight, Kiara woke up to go to the washroom. When she returned, she was too lazy to push her way into the middle seat. And with Rishaan readily offering to shift seats, the seating arrangement changed. With 20 minutes still remaining for the flight to land, a sleep starved Kiara took another power nap, this time holding Rishaan’s right hand more firmly. Rishaan’s other hand, though, nervously moved to touch Diya’s. Her heart skipped a beat. Diya pulled her hand away. But a defiant Rishaan held her wrist again, this time firmly and more reassuringly. The changing behavioral dynamics between the three perhaps gave out a foreboding of what was to come in Goa.
When the flight landed at the Dabolim Airport, Rishaan felt uncanny…his excitement seemed replaced by an unknown fear that he found very difficult to decipher.” by Tuhin A Sinha (For more about the contest/rules click here).

It’s Complicated

“Darling!” Rishaan enfolded Kiara, his wife, in a bone-crushing hug and showered her face with kisses. “What happened? Oh look at you poor sweetie, so pale and wilting. Are you okay?”

Kiara clung to his familiar warmth and burrowed closer to him seeking comfort and strength. “Oh Rishaan, I am so glad you are home,” she blubbered. “Somebody was here! He tried to strangle me and throw me over the balcony.” She burst into gut-wrenching sobs as the memory of those horrific moments overwhelmed her.

“Who was it? Did you recognize him?” Rishaan shook her.

“No.” Kiara sniffled. “He was wearing a mask, it was dark, and just as suddenly he dumped me and vanished,” she trembled and shook, “he must have heard Sunita enter…”

Rishaan frowned. “Sunita? Why was she even here? She leaves by four o’clock doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she was God sent I guess!” Kiara laughed shakily. “She forgot her mobile.”

“Thank God.” Rishaan hugged Kiara.

Rishaan lodged a complaint with the police. A cursory investigation was undertaken and security beefed up. Yet, several days later, Kiara was still shaken and often woke up screaming.

“Let’s go for a holiday,” suggested Rishaan. “How about Goa?”

Delighted, Kiara threw her arms around him. “I would love to.”

So, here they were at the airport, checked in and waiting to board their flight.

“Be right back,” Kiara murmured. Rishaan smiled and blew her a kiss.

Life was so unpredictable mused Kiara. Till about a week ago they weren’t even talking to each other and now off on a romantic get-away!

Over the last couple of years since they had been married, the Rishaan she had known before their marriage seemed to have disappeared. And of late, all they did was fight, especially about money. In fact before the accident, things had deteriorated so much that they hadn’t been on speaking terms for almost a week. It had all begun when he wanted her to invest in a business plan of his – buying and selling property.

“What nonsense Rishaan,” Kiara had snapped, “beats me you come up with such ludicrous ideas? Do you have any idea about how the real estate business runs? Besides, don’t you know the market is in a slump right now?”

“Yes and that is exactly why I need to jump in right now. All I need is capital.” He waved his hands dismissively. “Don’t worry, I got it all worked out, contacts, property, everything. Within a few months I will pay you back. With interest.”

Kiara narrowed her eyes. “If you are so sure, why don’t you borrow from the market?” she watched in satisfaction as he flinched. “Look Rishaan, I don’t want to be negative and uncooperative, but the fact is you have frittered away all your money on various impractical business ventures and I refuse to let you do the same with my money.”

She paused and took the plunge. “In any case, I have been thinking that Dad wasn’t fair in making me the sole heiress,” she swallowed, “I do feel bad for Nikhil. He doesn’t deserve to be cut off like this, so maybe…”

“What!” Rishaan was instantly up in arms, “You intend to share your inheritance with that good for nothing brother of yours, but you wont lend me the money? How fair is that?”

“My brother is good for nothing? What about your evil, scheming grasping mother?”

The conversation had deteriorated from that point onwards and their relationship had hit an all time low.

Until the murder attempt and now it was as if they were a couple of newlyweds. Yet something wasn’t quite right. An eerie feeling had been dogging Kiara since the day of the attack – who would want to kill her? Could – could it be Rishaan?

She didn’t want to believe it, but a gut instinct kept nagging her, alternately making her feel guilty and giving her nightmares. Stop being so melodramatic and fanciful, she had castigated herself a million times. And even though she had been excited at the prospect of a Goa get-away, later, misgivings had assaulted her. Why was he being so nice to her? Was he hatching some plot to extract money or worse?

Frowning Rishaan scanned the airport – their flight boarding had been announced and Kiara hadn’t yet returned. Damn the woman, where the hell was she?

“Rishaan, look who I bumped into? And guess where she is going?”

“Hey Diya.” Rishaan clasped her hand and shook it warmly. “After a long time huh?”

Diya smiled and nodded. “Yeah almost 5, no 6 years right?” She looked at them both. “So you two did get married. And didn’t even invite me.” She pouted.

“You were the one who disappeared right after college Diya,” Kiara reminded her. She elbowed Rishaan. “I think she had a crush on you and couldn’t bear that you preferred me over her!” giggling, Kiara said in a loud whisper.

Diya flushed and her eyes flickered. “Rubbish.”

“Just ignore her Diya.” Rishaan jumped in though privately, he agreed with Kiara. “Tell us, where have you been, what have you been doing? And…”

“Whoa, hold your horses Rishaan.” Diya held up her hand as if shielding herself. “I have been here and there, doing this and that. Come on, let’s proceed for boarding.” She started walking.

“Are you alone?” Rishaan looked around.

“Yeah,” Diya said a bit defensively, “my boyfriend and I just broke up and I needed a little pampering,” she shrugged, “so here I am off to Goa alone.”

“Good for you.” Kiara gave her a quick hug. “Why alone? We’ll be there.”

“Are you crazy? You love-birds won’t want me hanging around.”

“Oh but we do, right Rishaan?”

As Diya moved ahead to show her boarding pass, Rishaan deliberately hung back. “Why are you forcing her to join us? I thought it was going to be just us?” he frowned.

“Of course Rishaan.” Kiara smiled and linked her arm with his. “But it will be fun to have company don’t you think? Diya is a great gal and,” she grinned wickedly, “it’s always nice to meet an old flame isn’t it?”

“What nonsense Kiara. It will be so awkward and embarrassing.” He glared at her. “I thought we were going to reconnect and here you go and invite Diya.”

“Come on Rishaan,” Kiara whispered hurriedly as they cleared the gate and boarded the bus, “just trust me okay. It’s going to be fine. Poor thing, she is so upset, didn’t you see? Breaking up is never easy. Hey Diya, what’s your seat number? Let’s sit together shall we?” In the airplane, Kiara coaxed the gentleman sitting by the window to give up his seat for Diya and they sank down jabbering incessantly.

Rishaan sat mutinously in his seat feeling very frustrated and irritated. Things were going to be difficult with Diya hanging around them. After the first failed attempt, he couldn’t afford slip up again. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Dammit he had it all worked out – the rocky beaches of Goa would have provided the perfect setting – one misstep and her fortune would be his. But Kiara seemed to possess the Devil’s luck – first Sunita, now Diya.

Damn, damn and triple damn.

He looked over towards Diya in a calculative manner – her clothes screamed money. Maybe she still carried a torch for him, maybe he could…his lips curled as he picked up the in-flight magazine.

There was a lull in the conversation. Rishaan looked up to find that Kiara had dozed off. He smiled apologetically at Diya. “She hasn’t been sleeping well for the past few days.”

“I know.” Diya nodded. “She told me. I wonder who would try to kill her?”

Unwilling to pursue that line of conversation, Rishaan leaned over and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “There’s something here. All gone now,” he murmured softly.

Diya’s eyes flew to his. They bore into hers – warm and intimate. Her eyes fluttered and fell on Kiara. Diya turned to stare determinedly out of the window.

In the middle of the flight, Kiara woke up to go the washroom. When she returned, she was too lazy to push her way into the middle seat. And with Rishaan readily offering to shift seats, the seating arrangement changed. With 20 minutes still remaining for the flight to land, a sleep starved Kiara took another power nap, this time holding Rishaan’s right hand more firmly. Rishaan’s other hand, though, nervously moved to touch Diya’s. Her heart skipped a beat. Diya pulled her hand away. But a defiant Rishaan held her wrist again, this time firmly and more reassuringly. The changing behavioral dynamics between the three perhaps gave out a foreboding of what was to come in Goa.

When the flight landed at the Dabolim Airport, Rishaan felt uncanny…his excitement seemed replaced by an unknown fear that he found very difficult to decipher.

“Guess what?” Kiara said as they disembarked, “Diya is staying at the same hotel as us!”

Rishaan froze as alarm bells went off – this had to be more than mere coincidence.

“Great.” He mumbled.

As they waited for their luggage to arrive, Rishaan said to Kiara, “Do you have the carpenter’s number? I forgot to cancel his visit.”

Busy chatting, Kiara handed him her phone. He turned away and hurriedly flicked through her email. His eyes hardened. Kiara had not only booked Diya’s ticket to Goa but also her hotel room. Now why would she do that? Did she suspect something? And of all the people in the world, why Diya?

He handed back her phone.

Just then a man staggered as he attempted to pull off an unwieldy heavy bag off the conveyor belt and crashed into Diya. She steadied but her purse fell on the floor scattering its contents. With a muffled curse Diya bent to collect her stuff. Rishaan too knelt alongside her and picked up her eyeliner, lipstick and a few visiting cards. He stared as Diya snatched the stuff from his hands and stood up mumbling, “Thanks.”

Rishaan casually lumbered to his feet but not before he had neatly pocketed the visiting card stuck under the wheel of their trolley.

“My pleasure.” He smiled.

It was only when they were seated in the taxi did he look at the card. It was a simple plain card yet the contents sent shivers down his spine. Diya Sharma Private Investigator. Only an email address was provided.

Sweat beaded his brow. Kiara was on to him. She had hired Diya who was a private detective. Inexplicably he felt betrayed – how could Diya do this to him? On the plane, he could have sworn her pulse had raced at his touch, her breath hitched while her eyes – no, he was sure she still loved him.

He had to play his cards carefully.

As they walked on the beach, Kiara couldn’t resist the lure of the waves. As she splashed about and played with the waves, Diya and Rishaan stood apart watching her.

“Why did you suddenly vanish after college?” Rishaan asked abruptly.

“That’s in the past.” Diya didn’t look at him.

“Okay fine. So tell me what exactly are you doing here?”

Diya laughed lightly as she turned to him. “I told you, my boyfr…” she broke off at the accusing look in his eyes, “what?”

“This.” He handed her visiting card. “And Kiara booked your flight tickets.”

Diya was silent. She looked up at him. “Maybe you should join us.” She offered him a small smile.

“It’s not funny.” Rishaan ground out.

She raised an eyebrow. “And attempting to murder one’s wife is funny?”

“Is that why you are here?” shocked at the direct attack, he blustered, “to catch me red-handed? Put me behind bars?” He cast a look towards Kiara to make sure she wasn’t looking this way. He slipped an arm around her waist and gave her a warm squeeze. “I thought you loved me.” His voice dropped to a husky murmur and his warm breath fanned her cheek.

He felt her shiver. Her lashes fluttered and dropped under the intensity of his gaze. “It’s not like that Rishaan.” Her breath was uneven. “When Kiara called me with her suspicions, I had to come.” She met his gaze limpidly. “I had to save you.” She cleared her throat and moved away. “Kiara’s coming. We’ll talk later.” She smiled and waved. “I have a better plan,” she muttered to Rishaan before walking over to Kiara.

“Did I interrupt something?” Kiara asked.

Diya looked at Rishaan. “We were just arguing over what to do next.” She grinned. “We are going shopping and then Rishaan is treating us to dinner.”

Dinner was primarily a mishmash of covert searing glances, warm breaths, furtive, amorous touches and doublespeak.

Later, Rishaan gave in to his baser instincts and knocked her door. “Diya!” he enfolded her in his embrace.

“Rishaan! What are you doing here? It’s almost midnight, what if Kiara…”

“Don’t worry. I slipped her a couple of sleeping pills.” He cupped her face and looked deep into her eyes. “Sweetheart,” he began huskily.

Diya’s eyes fell. “Come inside.” She pulled him in and shut the door.

Inside, he tried to pull her into his arms but she pushed him away. “We need to talk.” She pulled on a robe over her flimsy nightwear.

“I guess,” said Rishaan. He tucked a stray lock behind her ear and ran a finger down her cheek. “What better plan were you talking about?”

“First let me clear this.” Diya held his gaze. “You want to get rid of Kiara permanently isn’t it?”

Rishaan nodded.

“You were the ‘intruder’ who tried to throw Kiara off the balcony wasn’t it?”

“Yeah so?”

Diya sighed. “So, don’t you see Rishaan, any accident, you are going to be the prime suspect?”

“Yeah I realized that…”

“But what was your plan?”

“I was kind of hoping that the rocky beaches would provide the ideal setting for Kiara to slip and hurt herself fatally.”

Diya shook her head. “It’s not so simple Rishaan. A thousand things could go wrong. What if…”

“Yeah yeah, I realize that now,” he cut in, “but if you are with me, I am sure we can come up with a foolproof plan to kill Kiara.” His eyes gleamed with a fanatic light. “And then we could live happily ever after.”

There was a click and the door opened. Kiara stood there. Beyond her, in the corridor stood a couple of policemen.

Dumbfounded Rishaan stared from one to the other.

“Diya!” he found his voice, “I thought…

“You thought I loved you and that’s why I left when you and Kiara decided to get married?”

Rishaan’s eyes widened and he paled.

Diya slipped an arm around Kiara and pulled her close. “We are going to live happily ever after.”

So what did you think? What was your first reaction?! Look forward to reading your comments, suggestions, thoughts  – thanks. Click here for more short stories or here for more about the blog.

 

Pssst for all those who were busy partying over the weekend to drop in on my blog I got news 😀 I had a blast and posted two more (unscheduled) short stories. Now it’s up to you to read and decide whether I shouldn’t have wasted my time or (importantly) yours. In my defense, they are really short – in fact for one of them the title is longer the story (well almost). Okay fine be that way…

The Wait for the Waiting Room

Hello All! Looking forward to a relaxing weekend? So am I! But like I said before it’s hot and in an attempt to keep my mind of the blistering heat, I tried to pen type a flash fiction (a story in 100 words or less) inspired by the photo below. Hope you like and will perhaps even participate! Details and links after you read mine 😉

 

https://rochellewisofffields.files.wordpress.com/2016/05/jhc7.jpg?w=246&h=437
Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll


Word Count: 100 (not including the title)

The Wait for the Waiting Room

I shivered as I took my evening walk around the campus– home for me but hospital to most.

An auto stopped beside me. A middle-aged lady poked her head out and asked, “Where’s the patient registration counter?”

“That.” I pointed. “But it is closed now.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I have come to queue up for it.”

“But the counter will open at 8 am.”

“Yes but by 6 am the queue extends well beyond the gate of the hospital. If I join the queue by 3 am, I can be assured of a doctor’s appointment for my ailing husband.

 

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers - a story in 100 words or less inspired by the above photo.Get writing or you could read all the other stories here.

 

 

 

 

Haiku Season

It’s awfully hot (470 C/117 0 F with 60 % humidity) and there’s no sign (or hope) of any let up. I wonder how long people (and the birds and animals) can keep up in the face of this relentless blistering blazing sun. Something is surely going to give and soon. So far electricity is on our side (touch wood and fingers crossed) but with demands and loads soaring, a breakdown not only seems inevitable but imminent.

And somewhere I feel guilty – it wasn’t this bad just a few days ago. Methinks the sun got a bit cheesed off on my obvious partial and support for the amaltas and decided to show  who the boss actually was. As a result, despite me bragging that I wouldn’t miss the unfolding spectacle for anything, I am now ensconced in the darkest corner of my house, curtains tightly drawn to keep out the sun, light and view.

The irony of it didn’t escape me:

googling images
amaltas bloom
outside my window

The only good thing is that I managed to come up with a half way decent haiku! And get the stamp of approval from the reigning Haiku Queen herself (after a bit of rewriting of course).

Wondering who the Haiku Queen is?

She is none other than our very own smr. She won this year’s grand prize winner of the prestigious IAFOR Vladimir Devidé Haiku Award 2016 (no surprise for me – I always knew she was brilliant).

sunny afternoon
a shadow
on the mammogram
Suraja Roychowdhury, United States

Her submission was chosen as the best one out of a record 680 submissions from 60 different countries. My heartiest congratulations to her and best wishes for many more such finely crafted gems.

The other submissions are pretty awesome too – if any of you enjoy haiku it is worth it to check out the link above. And if you like, you can read more of smr’s awesome haiku and even better tanka (and some pretty cool poems) at Allpoetry.com. Registration (though free) is mandatory.

On to Calvin now  – he is feeling pretty neglected I can tell especially what with Hobbes ragging him no end.

 

Quote for the day:One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”  JW Goethe.

I know Moonshine does quite measure up to any of the above but still if you insist 😉 here is Chapter 60: Making Dreams Come True

As usual, I look forward to your comments and smileys 🙂