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A short story

Tanvi stepped out of the shower, applied moisturiser liberally, it was the beginning of December, the weather was dry and chilly. She picked out a faded pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans, a Vero Moda warm top, threw over a wrap to complete her look. She was an attractive 25 year old. As she opened her watch box, she was amazed at her collection, she picked up a Fossil to coordinate, as she wore it around, her thoughts wandered to her simple life in Pune. The journey from their till Delhi, was tough, filled with sacrifices rather compromises. She always craved for a fancy lifestyle as a kid, she got everything today, but, at a cost. Her eyes were moist, and she quickly dabbed away with a tissue. Applied mascara, took her car keys and waited for the lift. She hardly knew anyone on her floor, while she waited, she saw Naina walking with her daughter tucked in the pram. She was the only lady she recognised and spoke to. Naina looked at her, and then herself, for a new mother with a 3 month old kid, her figure was not that bad, her clothes had a baby smell, there was no time for grooming as she wanted to be a hands on mother. She smiled at Tanvi, they exchanged the courtesies.

She looked at Tanvi, and said,"You are looking nice, wish I had your freedom and life". Tanvi smiled, "Trust me you wouldn't want to be in my place, your life is complete". Naina's thoughts were interrupted by a phone call, her husband was calling, as she looked st the phone, she knew exactly what he was going to say, "yes, I know you are going to be late again. You have been coming late regularly anyway". She said bye to Tanvi and pushed the pram to the park.

Tanvi drove to Garden Inn, took the keys for room no 1705. Walked in, carefully placed her watch on the dresser. Her solitaires in the drawer, went into the bathroom, slipped into the hotel bathrobe and got under the sheets.

Neeraj walked in, locked the door, while telling his wife 'Naina' not to disturb him as he is getting into a CALL (girl) ;).

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  1. ohh my ohh my .... your one page story always keeps my mind occupied for the entire day... this story will surely keep my mind occupied for weeks now .. Good writing ... do write more buddy.

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