Let's LOVE

CHAPTER 14

Aakarsh's POV :-

This was what he was talking about.

Alright baby boo, let's keep it your way; aa rha hoon main tumse milne jald....bahot jald, but before that a surprise will be waiting for you at your home. Wo kya hai na baby boo, samay aa gya hai kuch purane dino ko phir se jeene ka......see you soon brother.....till then keep missing me.

His words from the other day, rang in my ears.

Shit! how can it slip out of my mind? I should have thought it earlier.

God knows what does that parcel has in it. But whatever it is, I need to make sure, Maa - Papa mustn't know about this.

I looked at them, they were looking at me already. I need to distract them from this topic otherwise it won't result into anything good.

"Maa wo mere naye business partner hai na Mr Mehra, unhone hi kuch bheja hoga as a token of new friendship and association. Waise hai kaha wo parcel?" I asked cautiously.
(Mom, it must be something sent by new business partner Mr Mehra, as a token of new friendship and association. By the way where is that parcel?)

Mom and shared a look with Papa who was looking equally clueless and I can conclude from their looks that they didn't buy my lie.

"Actually, Mera ho hi gaya lunch to main zra Mr Mehra ko call kar ke personally thanks bol deta hoon." I started getting up.
(Actually, I'm almost done with my lunch so I should call and thank Mr. Mehra personally .)

"Krish...baith chup chap. Mr Mehra kahin bhage nahi ja rahe ki unhe abhi hi call karna zaruri hai. Pehle khana pura khtm kar phir hi uthna idhar se." Mom said rather ordered strictly.
(Krish...sit quietly. Mr Mehra ain't running anywhere that you must call him this instant. Complete your meal first than you can get up from here.)
I sat down and gulped seeing Mom's angry Avatar.

Dad now I understand why you're so scared. Angry Mamma is scary! It won't fruit me good if I try to speak another word. I started eating again.

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After lunch mom went to kitchen while Dad and I were sitting in living room. I was lost in thinking numerous ways to get that parcel from Mom.

"Mr Mehra bahot zyada friendly nahi ho rahe beta (ain't Mr Mehra getting too much friendly, son)? Sending gifts, suddenly. Strange!" My thoughts got interrupted by Papa's words. He was having this doubtful looks on his face.

O God, not again please. First Mom now he is doubting the whole scenario.

"Ahh...no Papa...I don't find it strange. I think he wants to have a harmonious relationship. Ain't that good?" I replied trying to sound carefree about it.

"Well...I think I should call him now." I said and got up with my phone acting as if I'm dialling some number. I walked towards my room. But, instead of going there, I moved to kitchen.

I saw my Mom arranging something. She turned hearing my footsteps.

"Maa wo parcel kahan hai..?" I asked a bit calmly, trying not to look impatient.
(Mom where is that parcel..?)