(Contining)
"Sir aap ki coffee"
Mr. Jay was brought back to the present.
"Thik hai , wahan rakh do,"
He flipped through the list once more fingering each and every guest name ,,,,Mr, and Mrs Sanyal, Mr. Patel,...........Dr. and Mrs Hemant Ahuja. His finger stopped over this name.
"Dr And Mrs Hemant Ahuja "
" Arre suno bhai - kya gazab ho raha hai aaj kal , sasur apne bahu ki shaadi karwate hai "
Shravan was under the truck when the conversation caught his ear. His hand stopped gyrating the screw.
"Wo Jaiswal jewllers hai na , uske malik......: the conversation drifted away.
Shravan quickly got out from under the vehicle and literally ran to follow the speaker.
.......
"Aur kaun hai wo naya dulha?"
"Dr. Hemant Ahuja, Mussouri Govt Hospital mein naya aane wale paglon ka doctor"
"isi liye to , khud bhi paagal hai ....hehehhe"
Shravan clinched his fists so hard that the screw driver in his hand imprinted a red mark on it which was still faintly visible after all these months. His head began to reel and eyes were on fire .
That was the final nail in the coffin of Shravan jaisawal as Mussouri knew till that day .
"Baang"
The coffe table thundered spilling half the cofffee from the cup . The kitchen boy came running in
"Sir sir , sab thik to hai "
"Wo saaf kar do " Mr Jays tried to be calm and expressionless.
"I must ensure that the Dr, Hemant Ahuja and his wife are invited."
He went to his bedroom and started to get ready for the morning meetiings.
A quick cold shower and shaving ritiuals followed by dressing for the day. Buttoning his starched white shirt he looked at his reflection in the mirror . The hazel eyes stared back at him. Could he see few wrinkles beside their corner .
Edited by sunaina02 - 13 years ago
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