Made in Mumbai -- A Grumpy X Sunshine, Second Chance, Single Mom, Indian Office Romance by BHAVINI K. DESAI

Author:BHAVINI K. DESAI [DESAI, BHAVINI K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASHA K. DESAI
Published: 2024-08-25T18:30:00+00:00

12. Hungama Hai Kyu Barpa

“It’s just a matter of 3-4 days,” Maya said for the fifth time as they walked down his penthouse floor. He had gestured the security to his car in the parking lot, where Maya’s belongings were stuffed. It hadn’t looked like much in the her small apartment, but had packed up to a whopping 4 suitcases and 3 large cardboard boxes. He had had to drop his backseat to fit it all. And it was nearing evening by the time they were done.

“Ok,” he droned, for the fifth time to her as he opened the door to his house and stood to the side.

“Wow,” she entered with that incredulous expression that she most certainly carried for most things in life. This one, was just as genuine. And he wondered how she appreciated things she had seen all her life. She came from a wealthy family, had married into one he assumed was just as wealthy, considering it was an arranged marriage. Her parents’ home used to be in Walkeshwar all those years ago, a sea-facing upmarket area of South Bombay. She must have seen countless sunsets like these, better ones, because his penthouse didn’t exactly have a sea view.

The wall of windows in front of them was burning orange, the 12th floor not as high because the suburbs had a fly-zone radar. But it did offer good views of the swaying palm and coconut trees, smaller buildings and the sea-link in the distance.

“This is the living area as you can see,” he showed her, feeling like he was tearing a child away from a funfair when he took her from the window. “Here is the open kitchen. The bedrooms are this way. I use one for myself, and one to store my work files. You can take the third one,” he opened the door next to his and showed her the second master. It was almost as spacious as his, except the bathroom here didn’t have a fitted jacuzzi in the tub. He didn’t go into those details.

She deposited her bag on the sitting area and ran to the glass panels that opened onto the running deck.

“Can I open this?”

“Since when do you ask?”

Maya gave him a look over her shoulder. He smirked, crossing his arms across his chest — “Go ahead. We have mosquito repellents burning.”

She slid open the glass doors and stepped out, the wind instantly whipping her clothes until they stuck to her skin. And his heart somersaulted. That bump, it was clear as day. He had had a similar reaction last night when she had walked into his show’s backstage looking like a goddess in that dress. And then she had turned and her swollen front had made him rear back, as if shot.

He turned away, because that’s how good she looked. There was something stronger about her in this vulnerability, something that made her look like not just a fighter but a warrior. As if she was about to wage wars every day for the rest of her life now with her future that was to come.

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