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Everything Is Fair In Love

Everything Is Fair In Love

Riya belonged to a conservative family. Her big dreams were suppressed by her narrow minded relatives and her high ambitious nature was looked as inviting trouble. Riya worked hard to move out of her town and go away from narrow minded people. Even after living in London for ten years she couldn’t overcome her fear of commitment. From a very young age Riya never had any close friends she had a phobia that if she let people get close to her heart they will start putting restriction on her. Her whole life she has just defended herself against people close to her and now when she was thousands of miles away she still felt she will become vulnerable if someone gets close to her. She was scared of being emotionally manipulated and gave most of her time to her Investment Banking career.

Riya’s life was extremely planned and organized. She was always serious and behaved formerly with everyone. Her life turned upside down when another Indian moved in her building. Gautam is a professional nature and wild life photographer and was completely opposite to her. He never planned anything and lived as per his instincts. They got to know each other as they were the only Indians in the building and soon became friends.

Riya felt very comfortable with Gautam. His carefree attitude made her feel relaxed. She never felt any restrictions around him and Gautam on the other hand loved to get Riya’s help to organize his life. They both completed each other and together they both made a strong couple. Soon the friendship blossomed into a loving relationship.

For the first time in her life Riya felt bliss. She was the happiest and was learning to become a more relaxed person. Everything was going great and then something happened that brought out Riya’s commitment issues. Gautam proposed and she felt as if her everything was happening very fast. She panicked and felt as if she is again losing her freedom. She yelled out no and ran away from him. Gautam tried to reach her but she was avoiding him. She loved him but couldn’t control her emotional condition.

Broken hearted Gautam decided to spend some time in India with his family. His family unaware of his emotions suggests him to consider an arrange marriage proposal that they were interested in. Gautam still hurt from the sudden breakup with Riya decides to marry Neha as per his family’s wish.

In London as Riya missed Gautam she started getting back to her senses. She understood she was wrong to behave in such a way with him and wanted to ask for his forgiveness. Riya got an unexpected call from India about Gautam’s wedding. She felt as if a bolt of lightning hit her. The caller informed her that his name is Rajiv and he knew about her relationship with Gautam. He also told her that if she wanted to stop the wedding he can help her.

Riya felt no fear this time she did not needed her organizer to tell her to get to on the next flight to Delhi. She instantly reached Delhi. Rajiv was waiting outside the airport for her. Gautam’s town was two hours drive away from Delhi airport. Riya never sat in an open gypsy jeep before. It was hot, sunny and the air was playing tornado torture with her hair but she didn’t care. Riya was listening to Rajiv’s plan to break up the wedding and get back with the love of her life.

As per Rajiv’s plan she did not contact Gautam and stayed in a hotel in the town. That very night Rajiv managed to get Gautam to the hotel where Riya was staying. Gautam was shocked to see Riya but then Rajiv explained how he contacted her and arranged for their meet so that Gautam can change his mind about the wedding.
Gautam was surprised and happy to see Riya again but was still hurt with her behavior and was not sure if he wanted to continue the relationship with her. Riya pleaded for his forgiveness and told him that she was scared about commitment but now when she got a glimpse of her life without him she was sure that she could not live without him.

Rajiv was happier that the couple and to end the curiosity Gautam says to him. “I am grateful to you for helping me get close to my love; but why are you helping us?” Rajiv smiles and says “Everything is fair in love.” When they both looked confused he explains further; “This is a small town and the people living here are narrow minded. Love marriage is a strict taboo. Before you accepted the marriage proposal you informed Neha about your past relationship and so she found out about Riya. That’s how I came to know about her and with help of bit of research I got in touch with her. I hoped she would say yes about coming and meeting you and I didn’t have to convince her. She came immediately and everything went as per the plan.”

“Oh so you and Neha?” Riya asked. “That’s right we are childhood sweethearts and now when you cancel the wedding. I can convince my family to ask Neha’s parents for our wedding. After this cancellation they will not think about love marriage and all. They will happily accept our relationship and we can soon get married. That’s why I always say – Everything is Fair in Love.”

Being Classy!

Being Classy!!
Few days back a senior at work recommended my husband a classy new restaurant famous for its Mughlai cuisine. Mumbai has a lot of restaurants that serve kebabs, biryanis and tandoories; so what made this restaurant worth mentioning was its origin. Just like the senior and my husband this restaurant is from Kolkata.

After running four successful branches in Kolkata the restaurant’s owner decided to venture out in Mumbai. Anyone who had a slightest connection with Kolkata was pretty excited to try this new restaurant and my husband was no different. “Honey, do you know they serve biryani the way Bengalis like?” he showed excitement while taking about the new place he couldn’t wait to try. “That’s great”; I replied while imaging a pungent smell of mustard oil overpowering the taste of every spice in the biryani.

Last Saturday after an hour’s drive we reached the classy new place. A huge mob of people was waiting for their tables. I made my way through the crowd and found a restaurant staff taking care of table allotments. The exhausted man took down my name and informed me it might take more than an hour to get a table. I told him no problem and moved back to a side of the restaurants compound.

I looked at the crowd made of rich Bengali and Muslim families. The people standing out there with their expensive clothes, big jewellery and bigger attitude did not look happy about the situation. I noticed a takeout counter in a corner where some people were taking heavy parcels home. Near to it was a cook constantly making rolls like a street side stall in Kolkata. Looking at the response this place was getting I was happy to find a new place to dine on special occasions.

My husband entered after parking the car and looked at me from a distance; I pointed out the cook making rolls and he got a couple of rolls for us to eat while waiting. The rolls were tasty and our frustration shifted back to excitement for the famous biryani.

Finally we got a table; we ordered the biryani instantly. People who were enjoying their dinner inside showed no concern for the madness outside. They were chatting and laughing and were in no hurry. I noticed almost every table had biryani on it. These rich people were too classy and polished to notice the beautiful interior the restaurant had. It looked like a room in a Mughal Emperor’s palace with modern furniture. The staff was looking like they walked out of the Arabian Nights stories.

The famous biryani came and it looked colorless we assumed the meat must be below the white rice but after digging in we found just one bland boiled piece of meat. We called the waiter and he confirmed he gave us the right order. It tasted bland; it was a pile of greasy white steam rice with a piece of boiled meat. There was no flavor or spice. We pushed down almost half and told the waiter to pack the rest of it. I looked at others eating the biryani and they looked happy with it.

Not knowing how to react we left for home with our small parcel. When we reached home we noticed a stray dog looking at us with hope. My husband asked me lifting the parcel “Are you going to eat this?” I gestured no and he gave the rest of the famous biryani to the dog. The dog swiftly started eating. We looked closely and the dog looked very happy with that food. His satisfied impression matched the rich faces I saw in the restaurant.
Looking at the dog my husband said; “May be he gets it.”

“What?” I asked. He replied, “Being classy!”

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