This story is part of a novella – A girl was born

Do check out the first and the subsequent chapters –

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She looked up into his eyes. They were shining with the same truth as they had many years ago. That did it. No one had told her she was beautiful in all these years, not even Nikhil. He was the only person who had found her beautiful and hadn’t shied away in telling her so.

Himanshu was the co-founder of a fintech company in Gurgaon and was visiting Mumbai for a series of meetings. He had married his British colleague who was working with him on the same assignment in London. They had been happy initially, but soon the cultural difference had taken a toll on their marriage. He had wanted to move to India, while she was hesitant of leaving everything behind for him. At the end of it, they both decided they loved their countries and respective cultures more than their marriage. And, so they quit. Himanshu moved back to India and started working in Gurgaon.

He still hadn’t told her why he left her in the first place? But, she didn’t want to. Somehow, it didn’t matter now.

Very soon, though it was more than an hour actually, his phone rang. He picked it up. He had a meeting to attend. He signalled to the waiter to bring the check. With money paid and a handsome tip rewarded, they both stepped out. Thankfully, the rain had stopped.

He hugged her. “This was very short, Tara and insufficient too. I would like to meet you some more. Do you think you can take out some time and meet me again?” His words were sincere.

She nodded, “When?”

“Tonight, tomorrow…I am in Mumbai for a week. Here, take my card and call me. No pressure though. Take your time.” He said.

After a moment, he quipped, “Don’t take a lot of time though!” It reminded her of the earlier time when he had said the exact same words and she couldn’t help but laugh.