They drove back – completely silent. He tried keeping control on his elated feelings while she kept blushing with glowing red cheeks, submerged in the experience of their first kiss…
He dropped her home and started his drive back to his hometown. He was about to take a turn onto the main expressway when Tanvi called him to congratulate him for the perfect date. Obviously, Anjali must have told her about it all. He thanked her heartfelt for helping him yet again…
On his way his thoughts went poetic and words started to form in his love…
I Love You for sentimental reasons
I hope … You do believe me
I’ve given You … My precious Heart
And I … Love You …
You alone, are meant for me
Please ~ say ~ we’ll never part …
Oh ! I do Love You for sentimental reasons …
I think of You … Every morning
I dream of You … Every night
Darling ~ I never am lonely
Whether awake or asleep
You’re always in my sight …
Oh ! Sweety ! I do Love You for sentimental reasons …
I hope … You understand …
On stake … I put … My precious Life
And I … Love You alone …
Please ~ be with me … and hold my hand …
Oh ! How else should I say …
Yes ~ Sweetheart …
I DO LOVE YOU FOR SENTIMENTAL REASONS …
Little did he know that reaching Mumbai was going to topple the applecart he carefully had been stacking…
Next day he reached his office to the news that he had been chosen to represent Western India Operations at the organization’s international meet which was being held at Amsterdam. The whole itinerary was about two weeks long. He was supposed to fly out at a very short notice – Two days and amid the collection of the data needed for the presentation, he also needed to collect his necessities and this took almost all his time.
Guru and Tanvi accompanied him to see him fly off. He called Anjali before he had to switch off his phone and sat there awaiting his flight boarding – the smack of her lips on the call – echoing her kiss of love…
The date of wedding – Guru and Tanvi – was fast approaching. Tanvi had lots of chores to finish off at her home. Her parents needed her presence and assistance in various pre-marital rituals and shopping. Guru was alone in Mumbai – getting bored with neither Tanvi nor Chaits by his side to help him out on his shopping needs.
Chaits returned after a tiring conference and immediately had to get busy helping Guru with his wedding preparations.
It was a grand wedding held at Pune. Both he and Anjali were busy attending guests and had a tough time stealing moments of togetherness. They saw Guru and Tanvi fly off to their honeymoon and Chaits drove back to Mumbai accompanied by Guru’s parents.
Couple of weeks passed as he worked hard toward achieving the outcome goals of the conference. Driving back and forth to Pune, stay put in the hotels for exclusive Sunday dates with Anjali as they roamed around the city of Pune. He was happy that the bond of love between them was growing with each date…
In the meanwhile Guru and Tanvi returned and started off their married life, shifting into the apartment Tanvi had previously rented. One weekend, Tanvi asked Chaits not to visit Anjali but visit her and Guru’s place for dinner. This seemed a bit queer to him but he knew that Tanvi always had wished good for him and he complied with her request. He visited Guru and Tanvi that weekend for dinner – a dinner that was going to change his life – forever…
They laughed heartily over the dinner which was accompanied by mischievous pokes and teasing. It was a heavy dinner after all. Soon, he and Guru slumped into the sofa chairs in the living room while Tanvi cleared her kitchen. She entered the living room even as he and Guru were about to start a discussion about life after wedding. Tanvi had a look of concern that alerted Guru who was sitting facing the kitchen entrance. She sat on the handle of the sofa seat occupied by Chaits and gently patted his back in concern.
“Chaits…” she said in a gentle but firm tone, “Guru told me that you consider me to be your foster mom”
“Without a doubt,” Chaits answered her instantaneously, “My best friend – my brother’s wife can mean nothing else but a MOM to me… why?”
“Good” she said in the same concerned firm tone of voice, “even I consider you to be my grown up son and as your mom – and I’m concerned…”
Both of them who had been slumping on their seats sat upright thinking – What now?
“My good boy has to be brave and summon all the strength he can gather to hear what I got to say… Chaits… I want you to reconsider your decision to marry Anjali…”
“What the…” Guru started to exclaim but stopped when he saw genuine look of concern on Tanvi – he could see that she was serious and not about to play any prank on Chaits…
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