Viraj is struggling to concentrate at work because he has a wife to worry about. But he is more apprehensive because he knows that she is currently parked at the apartment of his arch nemesis.
Madhuri fought with her husband last night and in her rage left the house. She knows there is one place in the world where she is always welcome. She only hopes that she is not crossing any lines.
Aman has for long given up hope. Yet he can’t help but get a kick out of the circumstances that have brought her to his place. Is this is chance finally to bring her back to him?
Lives of three people entwined by love, passion, urge and devotion. Will they survive these unusual equations? Or will it destroy their happiness forever?
Despite his
vanishing act, it was Aman who came to Madhuri’s rescue when she most needed
it. He stood by her in the darkest hours of her life and provided the
much-needed support when she decided to go against her family and marry Viraj.
In the months
that followed her marriage to Viraj, Madhuri missed Aman a lot. He had gone
back to remaining elusive from her life. When Aman called up almost six months
later, she almost jumped to the roof with joy.
“Wow! So
finally Saint Aman Sehgal is getting hitched too.”
Madhuri
missed his wedding. Everyone among his relatives and family friends knew her.
Moreover, her family would be there too and she couldn’t possibly add to the
disgrace that she had already caused everyone. Madhuri saw the wedding pictures
on Sreeja’s social media profile. As much as she wished to, she couldn’t dodge
the jealousy she felt when she saw another woman standing on the dais with
Aman. For days she fought with the distress before deciding to shift her focus
back on her marriage.
But strangely, despite her jealousy, she was devastated when she heard that
Sreeja had left Aman.
Actually,
Madhuri and Sreeja had never warmed up to each other. While Madhuri continued
to talk to Aman once in a while, she once tried to figure things out with Aman
but was assured that Sreeja was just taking her time settling down.
“At the risk
of sounding archaic, I must advise you to keep your distance from Aman and
Sreeja. Not all spouses will be too accepting of their partner’s friendship
with somebody from the opposite gender. Especially the kind shared by two of
you.” Viraj cautioned her once.
The
connotation of jealousy in his tone startled Madhuri for a second, but she
dismissed his concern as absurd.
In the meantime, a couple of months after Sreeja left Aman shifted to Mumbai
for work. Like a devout friend, Madhuri tried to play cupid and set him up for
dates with her work friends and other interested ladies from his dating
profile, which was created by her only. Even
today, Madhuri winced at the memory of her Friday coffee outing with Aman a day
after exactly second such blind date.
“What
happened, you look quite spent? I guess yesterday’s date has done you some good,” she
teased him. They were walking down the Nariman Point promenade.
Aman ran a
restless hand to smoothen his hair and pinned her down with his blazing eyes.
“Let me get
this straight, Mads, you are not to set me up for any dates from now on.”
“But…”
“If you do
it, I promise you that I will never ever meet you again.”
That sent her
heart diving down to her guts. But she was still not sure why Aman was upset.
“I am sorry.” She felt like a slouch. “Aman, I understand that you are
hurting. But you need to heal the scars from the past. A new bond and you too
will be as good as new.”
Aman fisted his hands and raised it to hammer it into
something, but controlled himself. Madhuri was terrified of his raging eyes
while his mouth twisted awkwardly.
“Listen to
me, Mads. Don’t mess with my life. Just make sure to not set me up for any of
these silly dates in the future.”
Madhuri was
taken aback by the maniac picture that Aman painted in that moment. She
recovered quickly and made a long face, her eyes digging the floor for
non-existent gold.
“Hey, Mads, I
am sorry. It’s just that… I get extremely awkward at such dates. It’s not meant
for me yaar.”
She nodded in
partial understanding.
“I said I am
sorry. I will not do it.”
She raised her hands in
the air in a gesture making peace and then hugged him. She categorically waited
for him to hug her back, but he stood there like a statue. She immediately felt
deprived of his warmth and affection. If Madhuri were to make a confession - IT
HURT.
Anupriya belongs to that generation of Idiots (the proud ones though), who did their engineering first and then decided on what they actually wanted to do. She completed her MBA in Human Resources and worked in the corporate world for 8 years, before taking a professional break. A mom by day and a reader/writer by night, Anupriya is a die-hard romantic. Yet she believes that love (in any relationship) is a part of life, not, the heart of life. And she aims to bring to the world, stories around this theme. She can be found in the dot com world at her blog
, which contains her ranting about her experiences in her various roles as a mother, daughter, wife and foremost a human being, all churned together. It is also her outlet to the world where she doles out loads of gyaan on self-improvement and relationship management.
