Serendipitous Love - Ep06

Ep05 here

  Lal called Krutika. 

“ Hello, Ijj it Kruttika”

“Speaking,” Krutika had a husky tone, a voice which melted Lal on several levels.

“ Alfred Fernandes recommended you. We have a suitable Praaject faar you”

Krutika could hardly believe her luck; Goddess laxmi had indeed endowed blessings to her in difficult financial time. She spoke excitedly,

“Yes, Sir! Tell me.”

“ Naat over phone , Lest meet at caafe Kaatanlanta tomorrow at 4 pm.”

“Yes Sir,” Krutika spoke with a humble voice.

Next day Lal had dodged his urge to put paan in his mouth. He had brushed for almost an hour , gargled gazillions of mouth freshener , dyed his hair and oiled it too. He donned his favorite ashen safari, a typical Indian attire which consists of shirt & trouser made from cotton. The colour of both shirt and trouser being same. The shirt posses three or more pockets.

 As he begun to move out, out of habit he turned to look at his late wife’s picture frame which hung on one of the walls and felt a pang of guilt. But, Krutika’s husky voice set him free; after all he spent last night fantasising Krutika in bed. 

Once Lal settled in an auto he went over Krutika’s portfolio again. The photos were taken in a full Anarkali dress,sari and a tight jeans. The expression were childish but her features were excellent. She was an unpolished diamond. How he loved it, he hoped to feel her skin today. The thought tickled Lal from within.