A Bloody Fight

Ira walked into the restaurant. He promised a date to cover up his mistake. A typical Koran Singh. It was drizzling and she did not bring an umbrella.

She came down from the car and hurried to the restaurant. The outside view was lovely. Urmi brushed the edge of the nude-coloured gown. It stopped right before her knees. With her heels making silly sounds, she walked into the building.

There, he was. Thank goodness he did not make her look desperate by arriving first. Koran was wearing a t-shirt and black shorts.

Urmi was taken aback. He did not dress as if the date meant anything to him. And she? She spent hours thinking of what to wear. To make matter worse, her mother hired a makeup artist to get her face done.

"Suc. his life. You have to expect disappointment from any side" Urmi said clinging to the purse under her arm. She did not smile when he stood.