“Fixed, auntyji” he shouted, “Now this one will not trouble you again.”
Aparna was glad that Subhash had come over at such short notice or by now her house would be flooded. “Thanks, Subhash, I don’t know what I would do if not for you.”
This was the fourth time auntyji had called Subhash to her 24th floor apartment. Sometimes it was the fan that wasn’t turning, the leaking taps or the wobbling table. He was a bit fed up with this old lady who felt she had a right over him, just because she had lent him money to buy his bike.
Aparna was glad that Subhash came to visit regularly. Abhi had forgotten her 75th birthday while he was busy living his American dream. She offered Subhash some cake, “It’s pineapple, my favourite. Take some for Munni.”
Subhash fumbled, making sure the diamond-studded watch didn’t fall out of his pocket while he took the box auntyji offered.
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