Nani refused to leave the bench. It was dark and Renu was getting worried. Renu had never had problems tending to Nani in the past year as her nurse. She took Nani out on her wheelchair everyday. It was the first time they had come to this park. Nani had insisted on sitting on the bench. An unusual request, but Renu obliged.
‘Come Nani. Bhaiyya will scold me if we are late,’ she said.
‘Bhaiyya would scold me too. But Ajit will not let me go home without his kiss. Lets wait a bit. He’s late,’ said Nani.
‘Just feeling a bit dizzy,’ she said without looking up. She knew he would follow her.
‘Why can’t we get married?’ she asked through her tears.
‘You know, we can’t,’ he said, his mouth set grim hearing her ask this the umpteenth time.
‘B..but it doesn’t matter. So what if you don’t have a job. You can work for Papa. and.. and you can help him run the business. It doesn’t matter.’
‘It does. To me. Life is not as simple and rosy. You will hate me then,’ he said quietly.
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Jon looked at the crowd waiting to hear him sing and shook his head. They were as crazy as him. He looked at Nuka sitting in a corner of the stage and smirked. It was Jon’s idea. After all, he was the good looking one. And Nuka had the voice. Jon had found him by chance.
They had it all written down in black and tucked away behind a legal cloak.
Nuka stared back at Jon. Mr. Handsome had got him, them, till here.
Today, the world will know the real singer. Jon will be extinguished. Nuka leered back.
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