“Why not? Isn’t it okay, Vibhu?” Rashi saw towards me.

“It is fine,” I took it out of my bag, handing over to her.

Finally, she removed her sunglasses to look my portfolio, doubling my curiosity to know her. It was definitely confirmed either I’d seen her or I’d seen some other girl who exactly resembled her.

“You are doing a good job,” She said having seen some of my pictures.

I spoke nothing, as I was shocked on several things. YES, I had recognized who this Rashi was. She was the same Rashi Jhaa from my college who had to quit MBA in first semester. I was shocked why she was being unknown to me. Didn’t she recognize me? I wasn’t changed physically in these two years. She, however, seemed changed physically as well as mentally. Moreover, Vishal did not tell me anything about her either. She did have a far different get up from what she used to have in MBA two years back. And that’s the reason why it took me a lot of time to recognize her. But she didn’t recognize me, I had even organized her farewell party. How could she forget me?

“It’s nice,” Rashi gave my port back to me. I pretended not to recognize her. I wanted her to herself reveal it, if she had any plan to reveal it. Sara confirmed from an office person about how much more time was to be taken for car’s servicing. He told another 10 minutes. I came out of the office to dial Vishal’s number.

“Hello,” he picked the call.

“Hmm. I am with Rashi.”

“So you are finalized!” he asked.

“That’s not important Vishal. Why didn’t you tell me that Rashi is the same girl we knew from the time we were in Greater Noida. From two years,” I kind of raised my voice.

“You knew her? Why are you joking Vibhu?” he laughed. I was not getting what was happening.

“Am I joking or you?” I said

“I call you later,” he hung up the call without answering me. The conversation with Vishal made me even more perplexed. Something was fishy here.

I entered the office again, finding the mechanic handing the keys to Rashi. The car was ready to check out.

We sat in the car again. I was not feeling comfortable sitting with Rashi now. What was making her behave as if we met for the first time? I was just waiting for her to declare if I was finalized or not, so that knowing it I could excuse myself from them.

“Vibhu,” Rashi patted on my right shoulder as I was looking out of the car’s window, “You are coming with us. Don’t say no.”

“Where?” I really had no idea where we were right now and where she wanted me to.

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