RAGHAV'S POV
Waiting for the bunch of aunties to leave was a pain in the ass. Somehow they didn't understand that my homecoming wasn't such a VIP matter and that it was just a merely visit I would often have. But when middle aged women get together, for any silly fact, they make up stories and gossips, and finally the one with most calculated predictions about the village homes win.
Finally when they left, it was past eight.
I tiptoed and went to my mom, while Varun kept conversing with my dad. Somehow they kickstarted well and my dad seemed to be enjoying the conversations.
"Where is Malavika now?', my mother asked, seeing me sit silently on the kitchen ledge, bursting to continue our private secret talk.
"She got fired"
"Fired?", her eyes raised.
Fuck.
"Postponded. Wrong vocabul
