You And I

Chapter 4

"Why are you both looking at me like that?", Meghna chuckled taking in a few sips of water, on completing her meal. Her eyes were becoming roomy in the jolt. Her parents' eyes were doubly roomy, on seeing Meghna agreeing the proposal and explaining things about passionately.

"We're just conjecturing about what would have made you accept this, so soon?", Mitha chuckled, moving her gaze between her daughter and her husband.

"Wait! Let me tell you this.",Meghna was ready to give an explanation to the deed that she did.

"See, Kannamma! We're happy that you agreed. But you know? I can't believe it still.", Sanjay exclaimed, leaving out an effortless guffaw; shaking his head in amusement. Meghna chuckled back and enjoined,"Appa! Listen. He is ready to accept me for who I am, and how I behave. You know? You think everybody will be like this? No way. People do expect! That too.. Guys of my age..", she paused there and rolled her eyes, impatiently.

Sanjay, chortled, and Mitha echoed.

"He is ready to accept me, as I am. That's what i need the most. Like, being what I am to my partner. That own accord. Doesn't mean that i started liking him.. But you know.. That intuition that screamed to me to nod my head when he asked..",She giggled, saying this. Sanjay and Mitha, were listening to her with chuckles and guffaws then and there.

"I will do good with him, May be!", She raised her brows. And Sanjay smiled victoriously.

"Appa! Wait. I said, may be!", Meghna giggled.

"Alright! Alright! Maayyy be!!", Mitha dragged and emphasized the may be, leering at Meghna.

" So, This is it! The reason!", she completed and looked at them. Sanjay was now, awed at what did his daughter tell. It was a heck of an explanation, that he had never anticipated hearing from Meghna. Neither did Mitha anticipate. Both of them were, actually happy for what Meghna did.

"So! We'll plan your engagement, sooner!", Sanjay raised his brows to his daughter.

"As you wish!", Meghna chuckled,and added," I am going up. Have got some work to do.", And clambered up and fled into her room.

As Meghna escalated to her room, Sanjay's lips stayed stretched smiling; Mitha smiled back at him.

"See, what Amey has done!", He exclaimed.

"Seriously, Jay! She agreed! I just can't believe. ", Mitha rolled her eyes. He chuckled, and assured his wife that their daughter had really agreed to what they wanted her to do.

Days flew!

That was the day, when Meghna was going to get engaged to Amey. They'd harmonized the engagement, that evening. And now, Meghna was idled at work. She had a freaking photoshoot to be done, That has to be finished within that evening. And the model to pose for the photoshoot, fell sick and ditched the crew. And now the crew was standing aimless with no model, to continue the photoshoot. The director of the Ad was yelling his butt out standing at the corner of the sets. The assistant director was a girl, who happened to be Meghna's friend was crying her life out, hearing her director swearing at her.

Meghna was cramped and crimped, as well. She had her engagement in another four hours, and she had already been receiving endless phone calls from Mitha, asking her to come home. She stood there, rubbing her temples in bitter pill. She had already been paid for the photoshoot. Though, money is not even a deal; she didn't want to leave it in half way. The director was already was in his highest pitch,with his blood's boiling point hitting the ceiling. She strode to the director, in fizzle and started giving her shot in convincing him.

She actually had a decent kind of negotiating skills! Straight from her father.

"Sir! Sir! Cool down. We'll get some other-", She opened her mouth within which she was cut off, in the middle.

"What's this Ms. Rish? We've to give the photos to the magazine by morrow! And the model is ill. What is this?", He was repeating the same words, in annoyance.

"We can try calling some other models! May be, the previous ones?", She suggested.

"Everyone is out of date, Meghna. No one is free!", Manvi, who's one of those assistants of that director, who is also a good friend of Meghna, mumbled.

Meghna let out a huge sigh, that made her lips vibrate against one another. Quickly, she had to think of an idea, to solve the situation. Suddenly, a bulb started to glow around her head.

"Hey, Manvi! Come here.", she called her and dragged Manvi aside.

"See, I know this friend of mine who is a model too. Shall we call her? Can I ask her If she is free?", Meghna asked, taking her phone out of her pants' pocket.

"Meghna! We're in need of a male model!", Manvi sighed. Meghna let out a relieved sigh, now.

"Oh my goodness. You should've told this to me earlier. Don't worry. We're into it. The photoshoot will end in another half an hour. Ask the director to get ready.", She said it all in a go, and started dialing Mitha's number, already.

"Seriously?", Manvi's eyes had already widened.

"I swear. Go, now!", Meghna giggled, as she put her phone to her ears.

In a few rings, Mitha picked up the call and started talking leaving no time for Meghna to speak.

"Kannamma.. What are you still doing there? You know right? You're getting engaged today. Come home, soon. You have only fiver hours still, and you're still staying at the spot, telling some reasons. What is this-"

"Maa. Stop . Please. Ask Appa to text me Amey's number.  I will come home straight, in sometime!"

"But-"

"Listen. Don't ask anything now. I will explain everything when I come home. Please!", she obliged.

"Alright. I will ask Appa to send Amey's number. Finish it off, soon and come home safe.", Mitha said as the call got disconnected. The next fifth minute, her phone jingled and displayed Amey's contact number.

She had to think again, about calling Amey to help in working this thing out. They'd met only once, till now that too was a startling encounter for her. She definitely knew that he had his six packs hidden under his shirt, and was hot as a hell, to pose as a model. She'd no other choice, left! So, she'd to go with it.

On letting out, huge sigh, closing her eyes; she called him.

Her heartbeats were not normal, as she heard the phone ringing. She didn't know what was he doing, without attending a phone call. As she stood with a hand resting at her reedy waist, another hand holding the phone wearily, she heard the call being picked up. Like, a bat out of hell, she had to straighten herself.

"Hey, Amey!", She let her voice out, slightly biting her lips, anticipating the reply.

"Huh! Meghna?", she heard his voice, falling in with a great doubt and amazement. His lips, lurched into a neat , sly smile, hearing her .

"Hey! You found it out.", She chuckled. He chuckled back.

"Are you busy?", She asked, rolling her eyes.

"Ermm.. A kind of.. But yeah, tell me. What's up?", He asked, shutting down his laptop. He was actually engrossed, hustling at that moment. Yet, hearing this girl on the phone, brought out a smile that had started dancing on his energetic lips.

"Amey ! I am really sorry. We've met only once, but still I don't have any other way now. I am asking you this...", she hesitated as she stopped. Amey let out a soft chuckle, snoopily, and added,"Hey! Chill out. Tell me, what's wrong.", he asked.

"Ermm.. It is... I have a photoshoot today. The model fell ill, it seems. We're in need of a male model, right away. You know that we've our engagement this evening. Only if i am going to resolve this crisis, I can make it to the engagement. I need your help now. Can you cone and strut for me? Please?" She asked it out in a go, panting heavily, due to the frustration.

"Hey! Why so serious? Are you okay?", he asked, as his brows had already hunched up.

"I am!", she breathed.

"Alright. Text me the address, I will be there in sometime. Don't worry!", He said, casually leaving her to cackle in joy, the next moment. He agreed with her in a go, with not questioning back,

"Really?", Her eyes had already stretched out, along her irises.

"Yeah! Text me the address!", He chortled, as he grabbed his car keys.

"Wow! Thank you so much. I am sending you a message about the address. Bye!", She said and they hung up. Only then, Meghna could breathe. He acted really sweet by asking If she was okay and everything. Yet, she didn't find it fair to ask for a help immediately after one meet. She decided to ask for a small apology, when he falls in there. As she disconnected the call, and dropped  the phone at her pocket, she strode towards the director and affirmed about her arrangement, and assured that the photoshoot was happening that evening.

The address was close to his office. So, Amey had reached the venue in fifteen minutes after the phone call. As he strode in to the set, Meghna caught him walking towards her. She took in the chance and scorched to him, smiling.

"I've got no words to thank you, Amey!", Her lips moved wholeheartedly, as she neared him. His hands flew up and hid themselves, into his pockets!

"You look beautiful!", he uttered, with his eyes perking up in the joy of meeting her.

"Whaaat!", She was shocked now. With a pair of dusty cargo pants, and a simple, pullover shirt with her short hair tied up in a bun, with a few strands of the bristles falling on her forehead, she looked like a total guise of gorgeousness to him.

"I said, You look beautiful!", he chuckled, with a blink in his eyes.

"Really?",She asked, with her eyes widened.

He nodded, smiling.

"Do I?", she asked again, with her irises dilated out a , little in amazement.

"You do!", He assured, with a smile on his lips.

"You're lying!", She chuckled, shaking her head out of amusement. To which, he gave out a sly smile, and enjoined,"Two things!", his hands flew up in air, and gestured two. Her eyes went rolling to his hands.

"Here! At my eyes!", he flipped his fingers, and asked her to look at him rather than looking at his macho fingers. Her gaze transported to his eyes.

"Two things! One, I don't lie. Two, I've never been this truthful, in my whole life till now!", he said in his raspy voice, that made something gurgle in her stomach.

She managed to leave out a soft guffaw and hit his arms, playfully. "Flirto!", she said, with a belly laugh.

"Genuine.. Truth!", he said howling, taking his fingers to his throat gesturing a promise.

"Alright! Shall we proceed?", Meghna said pinning out the camera. He nodded his head, steadily, as Meghna moved to a guy and insisted him to direct Amey, telling him about the poses. The director, as soon as he laid his eyes on Amey, bawled in joy and jumped forward to talk to Amey.

In sometime, Amey came out shirtless, revealing his six packs, smoking hot biceps and delicious abs, which didn't fumble to exert an influence over Meghna. Yet, she was not smitten. When Amey, turned back; booting his hands to rest on his hips; Meghna adverted that he had a huge, angel wings tattoo on his back. It really seemed to be imploring and tempting.

As she set, everything for the shoot; she met with Amey, shooting his glares at her all the time. On leaving out an entertained look at him, she disclosed.

"Now we're going to look at this! Not me!", she said, pointing out the lens of the camera. Amey, nodded his head astutely, still looking at her in the same way. She rolled her eyes, and bent down to the camera to click the pictures according to the director's instruction.

She clinched the core, by clicking few photos, with Amey posing for it. When the shoot was almost over, Meghna strutted to Amey and disclosed,"I will wind up now."

"Alright! Let me go, change and come."

Meghna, nodded and started to dismantle her camera stand. As she was doing, the director came to her and thanked for making it, without any delay.

"It is okay, Sir! It was Amey, who helped me at the right moment. Thank him.", She chortled as she packed her bag.

"Oh! Yes. Is he you friend?", The director asked chuckling, finally out of stress.

"He is my husband-to-be! We're getting betrothed today.", she said, looking at the director within which Amey made his appearance there.

"Ohho! Congrats, guys! Both of you look great together. Awaiting your invite for the wedding!", he said as he corrected his spectacles.

"Thank you so much, Sir!", Meghna avowed and looked at Amey, with a smile.

"Thank you!", Amey, said with an offer to handshake. With that, both of them decided to take a hike. Meghna said, that she would cruise back home with him, with her bike parked right there at the spot where the shoot took place. As the engagement was at Meghna's home, Amey asked his cousin to carry his attire there when he comes; so that he could go there, directly.

There was only two hours left, for the engagement and everyone from Amey's home had already reached Meghna's place, with all those necessary items crucial for an authentic, south-indian betrothal.

As Amey, capered into the car; and opened the other side from the inside for Meghna to get in. As she sat and dipped back at the seat, Amey ignited the engine and signaled her.

"Seat belt, On!", he said pointing out the seat belt with his eyes and buckling his seat belt, with his hands.

Meghna left out an amused reaction and started buckling her seat belt and she mouthed,"Thank you so much, Amey. I don't really think this could've ended this way, If it wasn't your help! But seriously, I apologize. I shouldn't have called you this abrupt! I am sorry.", She offered, hesitating a little.

"Please, don't be. Screw the wedding! Count me in your friends list. Will your friend not help you in this?", he raised his brows, looking at her as the car started to move.

"Friends!", she chuckled.

"Yeah! Friends!", he re-assured. Meghna smiled at him, and the sudden realization hit her.

"Hey! You've got a tattoo! Looks good on you.", she said, excitedly rolling her eyes.

"Thanks! I got it a few years back.", he said, as he handled the car, expertly. His fingers played on the steering wheel, at which Meghna's eyes were laid at the moment.

On shifting her gaze to him, she said.

"Appa has a tattoo, too! Dum spiro spero! Over here..", she said pointing out the back of her forearm.

"'Mhmm!", he hummed, looking straight at the road.

"The director was jumping down the throat, you know? I was scared If I wouldn't be able to make it to the engagement. Amma was calling me continuously .. Arghh!", she grunted, as he kept squinting at her.

"I am wearing only a salwar, tonight! You know I am not really a saree person. I really can't!", she rolled her eyes, and added, "Salwar itself is a big deal for me.". His squint stayed at her, adoring the way she lipped.

"You're squinching at me like Grey looks at Ana, when he flies that helicopter!", Meghna giggled, unable to take it anymore. A soft chuckle fell in, from Amey. And he asked scrunching his temples,"You like Grey?"

"Nah! I like the way he looks at her. Otherwise.. Nope! I don't!", she said and smiled. Amey, nodded his head slyly!

"Do I talk too much? I know.. I do..", she crumpled up her nose. Amey, found it cute when she did that.

"You totally, can do what you want! You can talk how much ever you need!", Amey, disclosed looking at her adorably.

"I can bore you to death! Brace up, yourself.", she said and giggled.

He flickered a quick nod, in amused way; as they reached the place. Meghna, leapt out and smiled at Amey. She strode in, and Amey had to park the car and get ready for the betrothal.

The betrothal, was totally authentic! Amey, his cousins were in Silk dhoti, and shirt, where as Meghna slipped into a Salwar. Once, the valid procedures of exchanging gifts between both the families got over, the priest read the Wedding declaration note, with the wedding date and the auspicious timing during which the wedding was going to take place with every minute detail. Everyone of them were happy. With that, their parents had declared to let the couple exchange rings. Amey, had got a wide ring for Meghna, which didn't fail to make her fall in love with it.

As he came abreast her, to slide the ring in to her finger; she gasped,"Do you think we'll do this?"

He took her hands in his', and on taking the ringer to her fingers and sliding it in, he looked at her and affirmed,"Trust me! We'll make wonders together." She smiled at him, and slid the ring into his long, finger.

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Meghna, was sipping in her morning coffee that Julie had brewed for her. The coffee tasted great. But not as much as Amey's coffee. She missed waking up to his strong flavored coffee. On swigging off the cup of coffee hastily, Meghna had to overlook everything for her first day, at Avant-Garde!

"Did you take everything you need?", Julie yelped, diving into Meghna's room.

"Yeah! Julie. Almost.", She replied in haste as she stuffed her camera in her backpack. She straightened her shirt, and buckled on a belt to save the pants on her waist. On strapping the watch around her, wrist; she had to cockle up her hair, in a short pony tail. Her hair had grown, now. She wanted to have a cut. Short hair was something, that would boost her confidence. She had an intuition that short hair, was her power, in some means. She thought that she could go for a cut, any sooner.

On putting on the jacket on her, and making her believe that she was confident again, she caved in her knapsack, and tightened her shoes' laces, and got up. Julie, waited till Meghna finished her deeds. Soon, when Meghna was okay with whatever she did, both of them strode out to the parking. That was Meghna's first day there. Her first day, of the internship that she was going to do.

Julie dropped off, Meghna infront of a lofty structure that screeched vogue. It was all super-magnanimous. Meghna, with an open mouth; admiring the building, traipsed in. She was made to walk in, to a place which was labelled as her cabin. She took her chair and unzipped her ransack to fetch her camera. That's when she noticed that, there was an another chair close to her table. When she had to allow her eyes to roam all over the area, everywhere there were pairs of chairs. She couldn't help but narrow her brows.

In sometime, she saw many people occupying their respective seats. There were many people from everywhere around the world to take up the internship. In sometime, they had a meeting about the internship program. During the meeting, the Co-CEO of Avant-Garde addressed the internees and spoke a few words. The guy who spoke on the dais, introduced himself as Ashton David. The guy was in his mid twenties, and had a rich American accent while he spoke.

As Meghna listened to his speech for sometime, she felt someone crawling behind her. Till now, the nearby seat was empty, and now she felt someone sitting there. She craned her head, to check who it was. A lady, must be of twenty four to twenty six, with a face that hauled American fragrance with Indianish texture, was flashing her wide smile at Meghna. Her lips were painted hot red. She was in a sizzling hot red colored dress that stopped a few inches down her knees. Her hair was left bouncy flowing down her shoulders. As Meghna checked her out, the lady moved her lips and said something. Probably, her name and stuff. As Meghna was busy checking her out, she didn't even pay attention to what she was talking. And now on gaining some consciousness, Meghna managed to leave out a reply.

"Ah.. What?", Meghna asked coming out of her thoughts.

"I said my name. I am Joshua Hayden!", she said and offered her a handshake. Meghna smiled and stuck her palm out and whispered,"Meghna Amey!"

"Nice to meet you.", The lady whispered back.

"Me too!", Meghna's eyes lit up, as she whispered back. As that American guy was still speaking.. Err boring them, they weren't able to converse properly. After a five minutes of silence, Joshua leant sidewards to Meghna, and mumbled,"When will he stop boring us? "

"I don't think it'll happen any sooner!", Meghna mumbled back, closing her mouth with her palm.

"Screw him!", She gritted her teeth.

In sometime, The guy on the stage finished his boring lecture about the internship program, and that's when Meghna turned her head totally towards Joshua.

"Hey!", She chuckled. Words that were slipping out her tongue were heavily American accented.

"Hey!", Meghna chuckled back.

"So, I am your partner!", She widened her eyes.

"Partner?", Meghna rolled her eyes in misbelief.

"Oh yeah. You don't know about that. Each of us here are supposed to have a partner to finish off works they assign for us, for these six months. You know, it is not that easy for a person to prowl along the city alone, to click pictures! But hey,I can seriously do..because I've been here for three years since now!", she said it in a go, and chortled.

"Each of us have partners?", Meghna was shocked now. She wasn't aware of this thing, till now.

"You do not know?", Joshua asked.

"I don't!", Meghna gave out a curt reply.

"Oh-oh! So, I am your partner.",She said and left out a sly chuckle.

Meghna chuckled back.

"You look like Half-Indian!", Meghna raised her brows.

"Yes! My dad is from Punjab, Mom is an American. I never went to India , though!", She chuckled.

"Joshua-"

"Call me Jo!", she insisted.

"Alright, Jo! What should we do now?", Meghna asked.

"Let's first arrange out cabin! You know we'll get some work now..", she said and they started arranging things together. Meghna seemed to have a good wavelength with Joshua. Joshua was  very expressive, guileless and awe-less!

The day rolled out, effectively. They didn't have that much of a big work, that day. Evening, at five'O clock, when they'd to leave; They got the schedule for the next week about their photos to be taken, according to which Meghna and Joshua had to plan things and click pictures.

They soon sat up for an hour extra, and sketched out a separate schedule that would do good for them. They had really grown closer in a day, and Meghna invited Joshua for a cup of coffee to home. She accepted and they started walking home.

The apartment that Julie and Meghna had was at walkable distance from Meghna's work place. They started walking, talking stories and stuff about each other.

Joshua said that she was a singer in a bar for a few years, to collect money for the internship program. She married an american and the guy had abused her badly. The relationship had obviously ended up in a divorce. And she was a divorcee now. Meghna felt bad for her and the abusive relationship she'd been in.

As they were talking about Joshua's life, Meghna wasn't asked any questions about marital status or anything.

Meghna felt good with Joshua. As if they'd been friends for years. She had never felt that easy sharing her stories with any other people exclusive of Krish, Julie and Amey. And her parents, at times. But now, it was easy conversing with Joshua.

When Meghna pulled up the sleeves of her pullover shirt, Meghna's tattoo fell in Joshua's eyes.

"Hey! You've got a tattoo!", Joshua chortled.

"Yeah!", She said and showed the tattoo fully.

"Dad's my hero! Wow!", Joshua's eyes widened in euphoria.

"But hey! Wasn't it painful?", Joshua asked, cramping her teeth. Meghna nodded her head, slowly looking down at her legs, that were walking restlessly. When she craned her head up to meet Joshua, her eyes were shining with unshed tears. Words weren't falling out of her tongue.

"I was in his arms, when I did this!", She managed to leave out the words, struggling hard in not letting her eyes drip.

"His arms?", Joshua's irises became stretching out!

Meghna left out a grim smile, and mouthed. "Amey, My husband!"

"Rule is a rule. If I can't have one, then you're not having one too!", Meghna shouted, loading her clothes on the washing machine.

"But baby, I already have one!", Amey shouted back, with a chuckle from the living room, flailing his ball against the wall, sitting and swinging around in his hammock.

Quickly,on loading off the washing machine with the clothes and turning it on, Meghna sauntered to the living room and caught the ball, and threw it aside,"No ball-hitting on the wall!" She said and strode to the refrigerator to fetch some water.

"And yeah, that's what I am saying! You already have one so, I can also have one!", She added before the water bottle, met her lips.

"Meghna, No!"

"Amey, Yes!", She lipped as she put the water bottle, back in the fridge.

"This is not fair! We're not getting tattooed!", Amey cooed, swinging back and forth.

"Oh, yes! We're not. It is me. I am getting tattooed.", she said as she walked to the living room.

"And Amey is taking Meghna to the tattoo place, morrow!", Meghna said, leaving out a cheeky smile at him, stretching her eyes out in amazement.

"No! Amey is not going to take Meghna to the tattoo place.", Amey affirmed.

"Amey! Please, Amey!", She pouted, on taking down her seat, opposite to him, on the floor, resting her hands on his lap. It kind of seemed to ply his heart. Yet, he wasn't going to give up.

"It will hurt! Painful. Do you really want to go through that?", Amey asked by looking at her, stopping his swing.

"Don't be this protective. I am twenty four, Okay? I can bear pain and go through all these.", She pouted adorably. He left out a soft chuckle.

"You look so innocent, when you do this!", he said, with a chuckle; dashing his forehead with her's slightly.

"Appa says this, often! And you.. Now., Why do I look innocent to both of you..?", she rolled her eyes and enjoined,"But hey.. You're diverting the topic!"

Amey, giggled.

"Please! Tattoo. Here. Tomorrow.",she asked in a way that was worthy of being adored.

"Alright! We'll go.", he said, being unable to resist making her jump in joy.

"Wow! Thank you", she jumped up and engulfed him into an utopian hug. Amey, pulled her down to his lap, and hugged her back.

"What shall we tattoo?", she asked placing her chin on his shoulders. She was now straddling on him.

"What do you want to?", he asked pulling out himself, from her.

"How about 'dad's my hero' .. Here.. This way?", she asked, looking at him; pointing out the back of her forearm.

"That seems like a good idea!  We will get it done. But see, I am telling you, it will hurt.", Amey disclosed again, scrunching temples. Meghna looked back at him and smiled,"Let it hurt! What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, you know?", she stuck her tongue out, and winked at him. He let out an effortless guffaw, and kissed her hair.

The next day, Meghna was dressed up in a black and white striped, shirt; that had a short sleeve; with her black denims. And Amey was in a teal colored tee and a pair of faded jeans. Immediately, after breakfast they drove off to the tattoo place to get her tattooed.

Meghna was all jumping up and down, in excitement till they reached, the place. Once, they stepped in, Her hands involuntarily clutched his wrist, and mumbled,"Hold me, Amey! When they do that.",with a trace of feat coating her face.

"Do we really need to do this?", Amey asked, looking at her. He kind of obliged her with his gaze, not to go through the pain.

"Cent percent!", she assured. On bracing up,herself; she unfurled her hand out to the person, having her other hand around Amey's nape. He had already inserted his one hand, around her waist, that reached her back to soothe her. Once, the tattoo machine seared Meghna's soft skin, she started screaming in pain, and fisted Amey's tee.

"Ameynn! This is why you've been denying!", she grunted, resting her head on his shoulders; still showing her hand out at the machine.

"It is okay. It is okay. You're going to be fine.", he recited back, rubbing her back.

"It f*****g hurts!", she screeched again. Her eyes had already watered. Amey was all doled seeing her screech in pain.

"I told you that it will hurt. But it is okay. We're half done, see!", he said rubbing her back and hair, to make her calm.

"I swear, we're not even talking about tattoo any more!", she gritted her teeth, and shrieked; resting against his shoulders.

"Okay! Okay. We don't have to. Okay.? It is over.", He soothed her, as far as he could.

Once, after a few more squalls and squeals, when the guy had finished tattooing her hand by imprinting her most wanted tattoo, she took back her forehead from his shoulders and gave a look at her hand.

Her eyes were still dampened. Amey, was still holding like, he wasn't going to leave her in this life.

A smile clung to her lips, as her eyes moved over those words. A lone ball of tear, rolled down; as her eyes met Amey's with the co-equal smile.

Amey's looked back at her, leaving out a wink with both of his blue eyes, he mouthed.

"Happy baby?"  He asked, gaping at her smiling, witnessing an evident happiness dancing on her face, as If she had accomplished something big.

She nodded her head, at him with the same big, goofy smile; making her lips twitch.

"Oh my god! You got a tattoo about your dad, with your husband?", Joshua, asked leaving out an amused chuckle, taking in a sip of the coffee that was laid before her.

Meghna nodded, her head with a smile entertaining her lips. All this time, while she recited the story, she had to hold back the tears. She didn't want to make public everything, to Joshua- a girl whom she'd met just a few hours ago.

"Your husband wasn't jealous?", she stretched her eyes out, and screeched.

"He is not that type,you know? He knows what I want.", she said with a chortle, that came out down from her heart.

"Wow! That's really fascinating!",Joshua mouthed. Soon, after the coffee she said that she would take a hike.

On bidding good bye to Joshua, Meghna had to wait for Julie to come. After Julie came, both of the shared the stories of their days and slept, watching a movie together.

She felt like, she was feeling better. Even then, Amey's memories were then ones to haunt her all the time.

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