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The two girls gossiped about love, life, and many irrelevant things. They were so engrossed in their talk; they didn't notice as time passed and the sky darkened.

They enjoyed here and there a man was boiling over with every passing minute. He stared at the phone as if he would swallow it alive. Glancing at the wall clock he sighed regular intervals. He would not call her. Why should he be the first one to call every time?

He shouldn't have let her leave. Friend! What friend?

He let her go on a condition they have dinner outside. Now the sky turned orange and then black she has not returned.

He glanced at the clock which pointed to nine. Surrendering his resolution he dialed her number.

At the cafe, Ira "Hi."

"Where are you?"

"At the cafe."

"Want me to pick you up?" He tried his best to suppress his anger. Since he dropped her in the morning, she got no car.

He will go pick her up and then go for a nice candlelight dinner.

"No, Reeya will drop me. " Ira replied without blinking an eye.

It stunned Vivan. Reeya? Ira doesn't ride other modes of travel. She had a trauma. She has to trust the driver to ride one.

Do you trust her?

"I can pick you up?" his voice laid out his eagerness.

"No, it's fine." Nonchalant, Ira replied in a calm voice.

Fine? How can it be fine? Did she forget their appointment for dinner?

He hung the phone in anger.

Did he get angry? Jealous of Reeya because she refused him?

On the other side of the phone, the man wore a mad expression.

How can she forget?

He let her leave that's a big thing by itself.

If he doesn't come to pick her up how will they go out? Did she have her dinner as well? Why don't you call back and explain? He still waited for a call back.

She doesn't care about me!

Imagine if the man knows his wife plans to dump him on valentine's day....

Reeya will send her home? Why? Did you forget your husband?

What friend? Where did this one fall from?

He has friends too.

Angry, Vivan called his friend.

In the city's extravagant bar, mild music and an enchanting woman sang a soft melody.

In a box, a man held a cigarette in one hand and a beer in another.

"Where are you man? Long time." Daksh said as he came across and sat besides him.

"We used to party, now you got no time."

"He is a family man."

"Did your wife restrict your freedom?" John smirked.

"You want me gone?" He had a lazy posture but his cold eyes broke off their laughter. He frowned.