“I told you, Vikrant, I am not signing this deal with you” Siddharth said through gritted teeth. Meanwhile, I leaned back in my chair, coolly twirling a pen in my hand. The wedding had ended a day back, and now, a new day had brought with it this unwanted business, which is Vikrant Khatri.

Siddharth and his family were supposed to leave for Rajasthan in an hour for the kuldevi pooja. Except for Chandani—who had exams and wouldn’t be joining everyone. I’d never attend such rituals anyway; I was an atheist, and Chandani is here in Bandra so how can I move back to Juhu where I actually live, I know it's just a few kilometres but still I will be here with my girl. Suddenly, Siddharth's phone rang, and he answered it. I could hear the faint voice of Chandani on the other end, and my heart skipped a beat.