This story is continued from Friendship beyond boundaries - 3
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Two years ago - It was a usual Saturday morning. Priya had woken up later than usual. The night before, her office had thrown a party for someone’s accomplishments and she had had too many cocktails. Half past two she had managed to get in her bed and had slept like a log.
She stumbled out of her bed and went in search of her phone and a water bottle. She found latter first, next to her bed and then found her phone in her purse near her main door.
There were seven missed calls, two from the cleaning lady whom she called twice a month, one from her dad and four from an unknown number. Before she could respond to any, the phone rang again and this time it was the same unknown number.
“Hello!” she answered as she yawned.
“Hi Priya, this is Sushant this side.” The voice replied back leaving Priya to scan the hard disk of her brain and search for the keywords. However, no matches were found.
Realizing that she still didn’t know, the voice continued, “Your parents gave me your number. Our fathers are colleagues. Two days ago, I had gone to your house for dinner, there your mother told me that you have been living in Singapore for over an year and I could ask your help in order to find my accommodation.”
“Mmmm…” Priya tried to register all that he had just said. First, she needed to deal with her parents. “Oh God! These acquaintances, why do they shift if they can’t manage?” Priya thought to herself and found her temper rising.
Composing herself she asked him for some time to call back and proceeded to get a coffee for her throbbing head while she dialled her home and put it on speaker.
After 10 minutes of shouting and shouting back, Priya had finally reluctantly agreed to help this man. A cup of strong coffee and she had composed herself enough to call him back. On a quick call, she agreed to meet him over lunch and give him some leads.
Sushant turned out to be a better man than she expected. They had a long lunch and she was surprised at his mannerism and knowledge. Bought up at convent, graduated from a top college in the nation, Sushant had even managed to get a post-graduation from Yale. Working with an American bank, he had recently re-located from his last base, New Jersey. He was much older than she expected.
Next day she showed him around the town, and agreed to come with him to help him finalize and set a house. Three weeks later, they managed to move him into an apartment close to his office.
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Does Sushant live up to Priya's renewed expectation? Get to know more of Priya's life on Day 5.
Will they get entangled?
ReplyDeleteKalpana you got your answer...
DeleteHmm.. i have a feeling I know where this is going, but then again it could have an unexpected twist!
ReplyDeletehmm...believe me I don't know where it is going.
DeleteOh nice nice. Sushant is a good guy on the whole for now lets see what's next
ReplyDeleteRicha
Lets see...you have got your next :)
Deleteoh nice!
ReplyDeleteI like how there are 2 parallel stories about the 2 best friends! :)
Thanks :)
DeleteWow... that's a nice development.... waiting for more :)
ReplyDeleteShilpa we have got more.
DeleteWonder if they will become romantically involved. Can't wait to see what happens next. Interesting development!!
ReplyDeleteKathy do you want them to? :D
DeleteWonder if they will become romantically involved. Can't wait to see what happens next. Interesting development!!
ReplyDeleteA romance coming up? Hope he proves to be perfect.:)
ReplyDeleteLets see...usually perfect ones are just friends
Deleteyou know what i love about your story...every post has some simple everyday things that we assume happen only to us. When we do share it...it seems its universal :) here...i was talking about the call home and the 10 minutes of shouting here and there and then reluctantly agreeing to what the parents say!! :)
ReplyDelete:D thank you so much for encouraging
DeleteYale...!!!! I am impressed.... now who cares if he can't find an accommodation by himself... ;)
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