“Any idea, who he was?” Aditi asked once the elevator door closed.
“Yeah, he was a henchman for the syndicate that runs here. The police had earlier booked him for assault, breaking and entering – petty crimes. They think he just got fed up with life and took the plunge.” Shankar said.
“So why are you interested in a suicide? I thought you were following the Kalki case.”
“Oh that’s true. It’s just that when one my friends at the police told me about this, I thought there may be something to it. You see guys like these, criminals, generally do not commit suicide. And we have a vigilante killer on the loose, so I thought....” He was interrupted by the elevator announcing they …show more content…
The one that you talk about all the time?” Ayan’s mother asked.
“Oh yes. Mother-Aditi, Aditi-mother.” Ayan said in a feeble attempt to introduce them to each other.
“All the time?” Aditi asked.
“Yes, every time I call him, he goes on saying Aditi did this, Aditi said that. It seems he admires you a lot.” Mrs Mukherjee said with a smile.
Aditi looked at Ayan, who was feeling somewhat unprepared at this sudden assault on his privacy. Before they could say anything to each other she said: “Well, wash your hands and make yourself comfortable. I have made some snacks for you.” And disappeared into the kitchen.
Ayan left the living room and climbed up the stairs to his own room on the floor above. It had been pristinely preserved, the table, the bed, his self full of books and hotwheels cars, the walls filled with posters of star-trek and scenes from A Hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy.
“Wow, this must be what heaven looks like for boys!” Aditi said from behind. She was standing at the door, waiting for Ayan’s approval of her presence in his room.
“Really? I thought heaven for most boys involved kissing a girl.”
“True, but you weren’t ‘most boys’ ever. That telescope on your window is pointed at the sky and not at the neighbour’s house.” Aditi said pointing at a Celestron telescope standing on a tripod by the …show more content…
To everyone else you are the billionaire’s daughter, heiress to a multibillion dollar empire. To me you are just Aditi Sen - crazy, brilliant, lovely and beautiful. And I am sure someone as intelligent as you already know what I feel about you. Yet you have never given me a hint or even a whisper what you think about me.” Ayan said. He sounded angry and somewhat tired of Aditi’s evasion and misleading tactics when it came to talking about a relationship. Aditi noted his tone. She wanted to say so many things but was grappling at