05-12-2025, 03:30 PM
Scene 13 - Gold Scene
I stepped out from behind the velvet rolls. My legs felt weak.
Remo saw me. He walked straight to our corner.
"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice rough.
I couldn't lie. I looked at his hands—the hands that had just broken that woman open.
"Yes," I breathed. "I loved it."
I felt a pang of jealousy again. Meenal was beautiful, rich, and desperate.
"Is she the best?" I asked, looking at the door where Meenal had exited. "Or... is there anyone special?"
Remo leaned against the table, looking me up and down.
"I am waiting for you to say yes, Ananya," he whispered. "You could be the best."
I blushed. I wanted him, but I was scared. "Wait for when the time is right," I said.
Remo laughed softly. "Fine. I will wait."
Then, his expression changed. He looked at the shop entrance.
"But," he murmured, checking his watch. "There is someone special. A regular. And she is coming in just now."
The glass door of the shop chimed. Ting.
I turned to look.
A woman walked in. She was wearing a simple cotton saree, elegant and understated. She carried a plastic bag of fabric. She looked tired but beautiful in that familiar, maternal way. She smiled at Masterji, then her eyes scanned the room looking for Remo.
My blood turned to ice.
It wasn't a stranger. It wasn't a politician's wife.
It was Sunita.
My mother.
The same mother who had been so happy about my traditional day. The same mother who I thought spent her afternoons at kitty parties.
She saw Remo and her face lit up with a smile I had never seen at home—a smile that was shy, eager, and hungry.
"Remo," she called out softly. "I brought the lining for the backless blouse."
I froze behind the fabric rack, my hand covering my mouth to stop the scream.
I stepped out from behind the velvet rolls. My legs felt weak.
Remo saw me. He walked straight to our corner.
"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice rough.
I couldn't lie. I looked at his hands—the hands that had just broken that woman open.
"Yes," I breathed. "I loved it."
I felt a pang of jealousy again. Meenal was beautiful, rich, and desperate.
"Is she the best?" I asked, looking at the door where Meenal had exited. "Or... is there anyone special?"
Remo leaned against the table, looking me up and down.
"I am waiting for you to say yes, Ananya," he whispered. "You could be the best."
I blushed. I wanted him, but I was scared. "Wait for when the time is right," I said.
Remo laughed softly. "Fine. I will wait."
Then, his expression changed. He looked at the shop entrance.
"But," he murmured, checking his watch. "There is someone special. A regular. And she is coming in just now."
The glass door of the shop chimed. Ting.
I turned to look.
A woman walked in. She was wearing a simple cotton saree, elegant and understated. She carried a plastic bag of fabric. She looked tired but beautiful in that familiar, maternal way. She smiled at Masterji, then her eyes scanned the room looking for Remo.
My blood turned to ice.
It wasn't a stranger. It wasn't a politician's wife.
It was Sunita.
My mother.
The same mother who had been so happy about my traditional day. The same mother who I thought spent her afternoons at kitty parties.
She saw Remo and her face lit up with a smile I had never seen at home—a smile that was shy, eager, and hungry.
"Remo," she called out softly. "I brought the lining for the backless blouse."
I froze behind the fabric rack, my hand covering my mouth to stop the scream.
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