Right Fit Wrong Shoe by Varsha Dixit

Author:Varsha Dixit [Dixit, Varsha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9788129123435
Publisher: Rupa
Published: 2014-11-03T05:00:00+00:00

21

Bhagam Bhaag

W ith lighting speed, Nandini jumped out of the bed. Fearing, Aditya might come back any minute; stumbling and lurching, she hurriedly got dressed. Going in the restroom, she splashed her face several times with cold water rushing, from the golden faucets.

‘I have to quietly and quickly get out of here!’ Nandini declared to the mirror, taking in the pale, shocked face, staring back at her.

Opening the door of the suite, she peeked out. Thankfully, the corridor was empty. Clutching her sandals in the hand, Nandini tiptoed – pausing at the top of the winding, marble staircase.

On hearing some sounds, Nandini hastily retreated behind the mahogany glass cabinet. It was just the maid, holding a tray on which sat a glass of frothy pink liquid. She disappeared in the direction of the library, at the back of the house .

Ginger ale! Nandini noticed. Aditya had just ordered her favourite drink. ‘Shove your bloody drink for all I care,’ Nandini viscously whispered, going down.

At the bottom of the stairs, she paused... listening. ‘Coast clear! Now all I have to do is get out of the main door.’ Holding her breath, Nandini stealthily proceeded. Unfortunately, the protruding edge of the carpet went unheeded.

Nandini’s foot snagged! Slowly but surely she tumbled forward, the sandals hurtled from her hands, knocking the large crystal panther off its place, on the adjoining table.

‘Super canary shit! Probably Swarovski!’ Nandini watched, horrified, as the piece noisily shattered into zillion pieces.

Sounds of the library door opening galvanised her into action. Nandini dashed towards the door. As she twisted the handle to heave the door open, footsteps halted behind her.

Wildly, Nandini careened towards her car, barefoot and her hair flying. She grabbed the handle of the car door and yanked. It remained shut. ‘Don’t! Don’t you dare screw with me right now! Open! OPEN DAMN IT!’ Nandini cursed, her fists and feet, tugging and pounding the car door.

‘Try using the keys, they might get the job done!’ Aditya, standing behind, serenely suggested. He pressed his lips to keep the smile out of his voice.

Uttering another rude expletive, Nandini rummaged inside her purse. On not finding them, frustrated, she simply turned the bag upside down. Receipts going back, probably to the ice age, her niece’s hairclip, cell and lipstick among few other things jangled down, rolling at her feet. Still no keys!

‘Here you go, you dropped them inside.’ Aditya stretched his hand out, over her shoulder. The keys dangled on it. His lips remained tightly clamped; it was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face.

Giving him a nasty look, Nandini grabbed the keys. She quickly retrieved the hairclip and cell. Clammy hands fumbled to open the car door.

On seeing her condition, Aditya felt compelled to offer, ‘Maybe you should let me drive’.

‘NO!’ Nandini screamed. ‘Wow! You really sound hysterical,’ currently, the only teeny tiny rationale, part of her brain observed.

‘The driver then?’ Aditya asked. For a reply, Nandini just got in her car and took off with screeching tyres.

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