“No,” I said instead, my face betraying boredom and a little disappointment. “You misunderstand how this works. You weren’t invited here to ba...k orders and make demands,” I chided her, realizing that this was part of the battle of wills. “Some indulgence can be made as your Mistress has recently died. Under normal circumstances, I’d have Miranda flogged for the shoddy training she’s clearly given you.” I picked up my water glass and took a sip, glancing at Colette. “She clearly spent much more. Ab main window se usko dekh raha tha aur soch raha tha ki iska boyfriend bhi bilkul hunk type hoga kyuki aisi ladkiyo k boyfriend kisi model se kam toh hote nahi.Thodi der baad woh apna saaman bus main rakhwaakar chadi aur apne mobile main seat number check karne lagi, actually usne online booking kiya tha. Woh aage aate aate jese he meri seat par ruki meri toh dhadkane ruk gayi aur maine socha ki yeh kya locha hai. Main window seat par tha aur meri bagal waali seat khaali thi toh usne apna bag. She was still pondering where to even begin, when the lake exploded and the five fingers of life rose. As it became apparent to the young woman what this event she was seeing truly was, her formative years took hold and she found herself kneeling in the grass with her forehead pressed to the ground and whispering, "Grandmother's Breath," as a form of protection and supplication.The next thing she became aware of was wind whistling over her back and then dead silence spreading like pool ripples. Sure enough, the wait was over and it was diwali morning, i had bought sweets and distributed it to all the members of the apartment, till i went to my neighbor’s place, i rang and the bell hoping to miss her husband, but to my utter bad luck it was he who opened the door. I said with a fake smile “ hey happy diwali, here a little something from me” here my voice Anjana told her husband “Invite him in raj” her husband like a idiot just shook his head and in his now gruff and disinterested voice.