Romance in India Books 1-3 by Prasenjeet Kumar

Romance in India Books 1-3 by Prasenjeet Kumar

Author:Prasenjeet Kumar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bollywood romance, bollywood fiction, romance indian authors, best clean romance, south asian romance, sweet romance literary, movie star romance, singer celebrity romance, singer star romance, corporate romance, romance office and workplace, eating disorder fiction, anorexia fiction, cancer romance, cancer remission
Publisher: Prasenjeet
Published: 2017-02-17T00:00:00+00:00


Chapter 18

“Goodbye Cappadocia,” said Nisha, waving child-like to the cave houses around the hotel.

The time had finally come. Nisha was leaving Cappadocia forever. But there were lots of fond memories and affection associated with this place that Nisha was certain she would always be grateful for.

There was a surprise waiting for them when they reached the hotel lobby to check out. There was Mr. Aslan with an autograph book in hand and grinning from ear to ear. Apparently he had googled their names and found out who they really were. He also insisted that they pose with him and his wife, minus their rimmed glasses. Raj and Nisha had no option but to smile and oblige.

Nisha couldn’t get Fatima out of her head. Her infectious enthusiasm had got to her. She remembered how they had danced together with such gay abandon. How they had shared their favourite list of romantic songs, and how they’d talked about the importance of family.

How Fatima had kept her hands over her belly and had declared nonchalantly, “I’m pregnant!”

“This is my husband’s gift to me,” Fatima had said proudly. Fatima had said that she wanted her child to be like Raj or Nisha. She’d wished that if she had a son, she’d wish him to be like Raj—loving his wife forever. If she had a girl, she’d wished the girl to be like Nisha—her eyes as adorable as Nisha’s. And again as totally committed to her husband, as Nisha was.

“You’ve been a great sport, Nisha. I know we’ve spent only a couple of days together but I feel so connected to you. Give me a hug,” Fatima had said while bidding her good bye.

Nisha was happy to hug her back. Fatima’s eyes had welled up for no apparent reason. Suddenly a tear dropped to her left cheek. Raj saw Fatima’s eyes and understood. That Fatima knew everything. She knew that Nisha was ill. Terminally ill. And that nobody could save her. That time was running out for her.

Fatima knew—why Raj had brought Nisha to this place. Fatima looked at Raj—just once and knew that—only his love could save Nisha. Nisha had not spoken a word about her illness. Not a word. But Fatima somehow could feel everything in her bones.

And when Raj looked at Fatima, he too knew—that Fatima had understood the two’s deepest secrets. Strange. How two people from different cultures could understand each other so completely without speaking a word? The mysteries of the human heart are difficult to unravel. We may say very little. Yet say everything.

“I’m not sure if we’ll met ever again,” said Fatima. Her voice was breaking and now she was crying. Nisha cried with her. Fatima took out a blue and white Turkish “evil eye.”

“Take this with you. In Turkey we believe that this small totem can protect you from evil forces. The legend comes from the Greek mythological story of Medusa. I feel so concerned for you. And Raj. Take this. This will protect you too,” said Fatima.



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