Moments

If I could fly

"If I could fly...

I'd be coming right back home

To you...."

If I could fly, One Direction

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Paris

"So you're an Indian settled in Scotland?" Arnav asked Adam as both men sipped vodka at the after party of the award function.

"Yes" Adam said, "I'm from Mumbai. Flew to Scotland at the age of 20 and built my empire there!"

"Are you married?" Arnav asked.

"Was" Adam said and drank the drink.

"Divorced?" Arnav asked and soon regretted "I'm sorry I...."

"It's fine. No I'm not divorced. It's...she died" he said.

"So you live alone?" Arnav asked.

"What's with you boy?" Adam asked laughing. Arnav smiled sheepishly and Adam said "It's hard to believe that your a father. You act like a boy."

"My wife begs to differ" Arnav said laughing.

"Then she must be childish than you" Adam commented and Arnav nodded yes "got that right"

Adam laughed and muttered "kids"
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"No Aarav"

"Please dad"

"I said no"

"Dad please get me gucci boots. I want gucci boots from Paris."

"I'll get you one from India."

"No....Paris one. I need a Paris one."

"Aarav" Arnav chided.

"Arnav ji...Aarav is right. You are at Paris, city of fashion, and you can't get him gucci boots?"

"Fine. I'll get one. Happy?" Arnav cried and the next moment the phone was hung.

"What the!" Arnav cried as he watched the phone screen.

He lied on the bed of his hotel room. It was his last night at Paris where he had come for the businessman award. He has lost the award, like every time, to his opponent Mr. Philips. But why doesn't he seem to be an opponent rather than a good friend, someone really close? The two of them hit together as if they had known each other for years.

Suddenly his phone rang and he smiled seeing the called id. "Hello Mrs. Raizada. Knew that you cannot spend a few minutes without talking to me!"

"What? I called you to remind you about the gown your promised to buy from Paris. Do not forget that. Bye Arnav ji...mwuaah!" and the call was hung.

"WHAT THE!" he cried and called back.

"What do you want?" she cried.

"You cannot talk to me like that!" he cried.

"Why?"

"Because.....I'm your husband and I'm out in another country and I'm missing you and...."

"And I've lots of work here and I'm super busy and I've got no time to speak rubbish to my whiny husband"

"Khushi...." he whined.

"Arnav ji...." she said matching the tone.

"I miss you"

"Come back then"

"The ticket is for tommorrow!"

"Hmm...."

"Do you miss me?"

"No. I've got my boyfriend"

"Who?"

"My boyfriend. Didn't I tell about the hot guy who works as cook for my dabba service?"

"WHAT?"

"His name is Vishaal! He is super hot Arnav ji. I went for a coffee with him and...."

"SHUT UP! WHO IS THIS GUY! I'M GONNA MURDER HIM!"

He heard her laughter and soon heard her voice in fits of laughter, "Such a jealous puppy you are. I was joking....god....this laadgovernor!"

"Not a joke Khushi" he said angrily.

Khushi burst out laughing and said, "Gotta go. Vishaal is waiting for me!"

"KHUSHI!"

"Chillax. Aarav is waiting for me. He wants ladoo. Bye hubby. I love you!"

He smiled and could almost hear Aarav's "Lord save me from this" in the background. "Bye wifey. Love you and I miss you so much!"

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"But why can't we go in?" Arnav asked to the police guard standing outside the famous church of Paris.

"Sir, there are some valuable things missing from the church. So we cannot let anyone in. Sorry" the man said and Arnav nodding.

He walked back and got outside the crowd before the church. Setting his vision on the coffee shop outside the church premises, Arnav walked there and ordered a coffee.

"Ah we meet again!" he heard a voice and turned to find Adam.

"Hello" Arnav said surprised, "You here? To visit church?"

"Yeah, apparently they have closed down!" Adam said sipping his coffee.

Arnav thanked the man who handed him his coffee and turned to Adam. "Does this happen occasionally? Theft at church?"

Adam shrugged and the man behind the coffee counter said, "Yes sir. It's common everywhere. Haven't you heard of devil worshippers?"

It would be a lie if I say that Arnav didn't noticed Adam freezing at the word. He ignored it and nodded no at the man behind the counter. He said, "They worship satan. Many valuable things have been missing from this church. People believe that it's done by them!"

"Ha" Arnav laughed, "It must some thief who sells these things for crores. And you all believe in devils!"

"No sir. Those people are everywhere. They appear as pure souls and believer of Christianity but deep beneath they worship satan and does crimes against Christ and Christianity" the man said.

Before Arnav could counter, Adam intervened, "There's a museum nearby. Wanna visit?"

Arnav looked at him and shrugged. "Ok then"

I know we have less Arshi scenes but dear, patience is bitter but it bears sweet fruit