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'Uh ... ah ... y ... yes ... we ... We will drop her na,' avni stammered, looking at riya and
me, her eyes full of questions to which neither of us had an answer.
The plan for her escape with me was now dangling on a broken bridge, and we didn't have any
idea what was going to happen next. All we were wondering was: Could we get away with it? How
long would it take for the truth to come out? Would we have to pile on more lies to conceal the first
lie? Then, avni whispered in my ear, making sure her mother didn't notice, 'The dairy will come
before coaching Don't worry.' We would be back on track after the dairy. Or so it seemed.
Avni started explaining the route to the driver. At times, I felt she was explaining more than
necessary, talking too much. I was not sure if it was her nervousness (her mother was with us!) or
her excitement (the plan could still work out!). Whatever it was, it was making me a little conscious
and I wished that moment would soon pass. No sensible guy would want his future mother-in-law to
see him as a person who deceived her and ran off with her daughter on the very first day.
But avni... I don't know what was wrong with her. She was talking a lot. Talking to the driver,
talking to Mumma, talking to everyone. Talking, explaining. Explaining, talking.
And with so much explanation, the driver got little confused and he ended up asking riya, who was
sitting on the front seat, 'Mataji to dairy tak jaayengi. Aur aap kahan tak jaaoge? Hotel tak?' And then
the blunder happened.
My excited, talkative, nervous avni forgot, for a second, the alibi we'd been building up for the
last hour and said, before riya had a chance to answer, 'Nahin bhaiyya, yeh to coaching pe hi utar
jaayegi.'
Before she could understand what she had done, her mother tapped her shoulder and asked, 'Ye to
Coaching pe hi utar jayegi matlab? Tuney kahaan utarna hai fir?' Of course her mother's radar had
become very active, trying to understand what was happening.
'Gayi bhains paani mein,' I heard riya say to herself without looking back. My expression said,
'Holy Shit!'
And avni
Avni bit her tongue, realizing the mess she had created. She took another name-a friend she
was going to meet first, so that she could take her notes. But her mother had already smelled
something fishy and she looked at riya and asked, 'riya. What's happening?'
And riya, helping her elder sister out of the mess, replied, 'Mumma, she has to get her maths
notes from a friend, first.'
At that moment, the cab arrived at the dairy where their mother was to halt. I'm sure she wanted to
say a lot of things to her daughters, especially the elder one but, because of my presence, she only
said, 'Come back home on time. Theek hai?'
'Haan. Yes, Mumma,' the females in the cab replied. And I bid goodbye to their mother for the
last time.
A soon as she left and the cab moved on, riya and I both yelled, 'What the hell did you do!?'
Avni looked down and said, 'Sorry,' like a kid whose parents have caught him breaking a window with his cricket ball.
'Marte marte bache hain ... Ye bhi naa,' riya said.
Still, all of us were relieved by the narrow escape. But it was not an escape. Parents know their
children so well. They have spent much more time than us in this world and, of course, if at our age
we think we are smart, then at their age they are smarter. Her mother had understood very well that
her elder daughter was definitely not heading towards coaching but someplace else. But that's the beauty
of a mother's heart. She allowed her to go, without letting her know that she knew where her
daughter
was going.
Back in the cab, riya and I were laughing at avni's great work. I noticed the driver's smiling
face in the rearview mirror. He had also figured out what we were up to. In another five minutes, we
reached
Coaching, where riya got down.
'Bye-bye beautiful,' neil waved his hand.
'Byeeee,' she sang in her sweetest voice and reminded me, 'Bring me a ton of chocolates from the
US.'
'I will, for sure,' neil replied.
She then walked towards her destination and we moved towards ours-the hotel I was staying in,
in Delhi. This part of the plan even riya didn't know about. All she was told by her sister was that
we were going to watch a movie. A double-cross!
Avni, again, touched my heart with this. I was happy seeing her excitement and satisfaction
matching mine. My love had cooked up a story to spend time with her prince charming. (Oh, yes! I
was given that title by my princess, that evening.) I appreciated her guts and her willingness to be
with me. After all, she was the one who lied and planned things. The eagerness in her, to spend a few
more moments with me, an evening ... The trust she showed in me that day created an intangible
bond
between our hearts.
I turned towards her and saw that beautiful innocent face glowing with happiness. I was sitting by
her side and it was like being in a beautiful dream. Yes, I know what was happening was all real. Yet,
it was so magical. Even the air that surrounded us in the cab was different. I felt great and was glad
that she was mine and I was with her. And, at that point of time, I never knew she was going to give
me the best hour of my life.
At about 6 p.m. that evening, we reached my hotel. Before we got down, I asked the cabdriver to be
back by 7.30 so that I could drop her home by 8.45 or so. According to the plan, her class at coaching was
to last till 8.30 that evening.
Walking up the staircase of the hotel I felt a different feeling. I found myself among a different
section of my friends. Friends who possessed a girlfriend, with whom they hung out in their cars,
took them out to dinner, or maybe to a disco or a movie. Maybe their girlfriends had to lie to their
families
too, just like mine. I don't know why I never felt that way earlier. Avni had been in my life for a
couple of months by then. But I guess her presence in front of me was making me see myself in that
class of my friends. And, to be honest, seeing myself in that category was exciting. With her in my
life, the world appeared so good to me.
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