15-11-2022, 03:23 AM
My husband got down from the car to come with us. "Where are you coming? I am not taking this greedy man with me," the old lady said. "Then give us back the 500 Rs," my husband shouted in an angry tone. "Vimal please.. I am sorry grandma, he is not in a good mood today," I said and went to my husband. "Vimal, you sit inside the car and relax, I will be back in a moment with the bouquet, try to contact Mr. Parker meanwhile," I told my husband, and planted a kiss on his lips to cool him down. He smiled at me, "call me if emergency," he said and "Sure," I said and followed the old lady. There was a narrow road behind the tea stall with sunflower plantations on both sides, and I followed her patiently. It was totally dark, and being a local she walked without fear. I opened my purse and took out my cell phone and switched on the torch in it and followed her bunching my Saree pleats which were tugged to my petticoat from the front to make sure my Saree doesn't touch the mud. Can't get my expensive pink chiffon Saree dirty, can I?