“Hi wifey! I
didn’t expect you here” , Luv greeted her with a big hug. But Disha felt a bit
uncomfortable with the hug that she loved any other day. He released her. He
grabbed Lisa’s hand and twisted playfully. “So what untrue things were you
spreading about me?”, he joked. “Ah.. I was just telling her how pain in ass
you are.” She said with a humor.
Disha didn’t
find it amusing to see the best friends play with each other. She simply gave a
fake smile assuring them that she had no problem with this. However beneath her
she felt her hear being pricked.
“Hey, don’t forget
your wife’s here. Sorry Disha, your husband is hell of prick. He hates his
darkest secrets to come out.” ,she said. “She wouldn’t mind and she wouldn’t
easily trust your sweet coated words, amigo.” , he said hurting Disha’s
feelings more. She had to stay even if it pained her to see them together. She
remembered her goal to get him back.
“ I guess I
should leave. I kept your tiffin at your cabin. Have it on time.”, Disha said
not willing to stand any longer. “Please do stay with us. You just came now.”
Lisa said. “No..actually I have work to do at home. I can’t stay. But next time
for sure!”,Disha lied.
*******
She was back
home. She called her aunt and narrated the whole incident. “Why did you not
stay? It would have been good opportunity to know your opponent..hmmm..sorry
that Lisa better.” ,aunt said. “From now
on you need to go to his office more often.” , she advised.
Disha followed her advice. She visited his
office more often. But she felt miserable most of the time and the only reason
for this being witness to their friendship. Her hatred towards Lisa increased
every minute.
She felt
left alone when they were together. Luv wasn’t the same when he was with Lisa. It
looked like as if he had more fun with Lisa than her. “Why did he marry me when
he was comfortable with her? Did he marry only because of his late dad’s wishes
or was it because he wanted Indian wife who worked like a maid and never opened
their mouth to their husbands.”, she wondered.
(To be
continued)
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