One day I was working in my office, when the security guard informed me that a boy named Bablu had come to meet me. I tried to recall this name but couldn’t remember having met or known anyone with this name. I thought of meeting him to find out who he was.
I saw a man, about 30 years of age, waiting for me. When he saw me, he extended his hands and said,
“Hi Aarav. Myself Bablu.”
I was trying to remember if we had ever met earlier.
“What are you thinking?” he said.
“Have we met earlier? Sorry, I am not able to place you.” I said.
“No, we haven’t met before. But I know you.”
Now I was very eager to know, how he knew me.
“How do you know me?”
“You are Rihana’s boyfriend. I am her friend. She may not have told you about me, but she had told me about you.”
As soon as I knew that he was Rihana’s friend, my mood got off. I didn’t want to speak with him.
“Sorry, I am not interested in talking to any friend of Rihana.” I turned around to go inside the office.