Chapter 3
Urmila was indeed worried for her daughter. She hadnt told Rashi yet of Jigar's arrival. The kids had arrived half an hour back and she had asked all the three of them to freshen up before she serve them dinner. Just an hour before their arrival, Jigar had reached the DH. If her calculation is correct, both Gopi and Jigar had been on the same flight. Hopefully her kids had missed him at the airport. But then they didnt know each other.
She had met her employers daughter only at his funeral. Hetal Modi had been a very polite lady, a lot like her father in looks. It was Chirag Modi who did the rituals coz Jigar had been abroad at that time. And what was Hetals excuse? Yes, Jigar was stranded. Its been a week now and she never expected that Jigar would ever come down to Ahemedabad. But mr. D had masterfully brought his grandson to DH even if it is after his death. Now that jigar was here, her daughter's future was at stake. She had to let rashi know about Jigars arrival before she find out herself. Urmila decided to go to rashis room before she come down for dinner.
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Rashi was just drying her hair when she heard a knock at the door. Must be Gopi who came to call her for dinner. She opened the door to find her mom, who looked clearly worried.
"Mom, anything wrong?" she asked her mom leading urmila by hand and making her sit on the bed.
"He is here. Jigar."her mom said.
Rashi was shocked as well as angry. Her bad! She had hoped that Jigar would never come. But she was wrong.
"oh. is he? then i must welcome him" She rose from the bed and made way for the door.
"No, dhikri..."stopped her mom"...not now. not today, tommorrow. He asked for you too. But i said that you will meet him tommorrow at breakfast"
"Why mom? Why not today? These things shouldnt be left untill tommorrow."
"But dhikri... He must be resting now..." said her mom.
"Is he in the master bedroom?" Asked Rashi
"Yes, But you are not going their now." her mom said firmly. But Rashi didnt pay any heed. she was already on her way to master bedroom.
Rashi knocked on the door. But only silence greeted her. She tried the knob and the door opened easily. She stepped inside. The suitcase lay on the bed wide open but the contents hadnt been removed yet. He must be in the washroom. She cant wait untill he took his leisure time in there. She was really mad. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind. How dare he not make it for Mr. D's funeral. He needs to be shot. She looked around. Atleast she must give him a "warm welcome". She went near the king size bed and started removing his neatly folded dresses from the suitcase and threw them on the floor followed by his shaving kit and wallet atd other things. Then she stormed out. But, just as she was making her grand exit a hand grabbed her, crushing her to hard, muscular bare chest.
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