Karl's eyes shoot up and glanced at Shyam in astonishment. "Who is she? Model, actress or Duaghter of prestigious family!" Karl said as he looked at Shyam, waiting for his obvious reply.
"No, she is....." Shyam words trailed off as he raised his glass to his lips.
"She is what?" His eyes widened involuntarily.
"The girl has been so aloof towards me. I'd think she somehow hated me" Shyam said after a moment, desperation was written in his eyes.
"She hates you and moreover she has a boyfriend". His curiosity was piqued not by his words but by the emotions at which he said those words.
Shyam fell silent at his friend's words. "He might not be her boyfriend" Shyam suddenly felt unsettled by that thought.
"What are you saying? Exactly, Who is that woman?" Karl's eyes bore at Shyam as he desperately waited for his answer.
Shyam leaned back on his chair, as he crossed his leg and glared at him. "Wooah.." Karl raised his hand in the air, "Easy man, don't glare at me that". Karl in his full gossipy tone with a small smile tugging on the side of his lips added, "I know her, right?". He paused to observe Shyam's reaction.
Clearing his throat, Shyam nudge forward on his seat, "Tell me your theory?"
"She somehow hates you and she might also have a boyfriend. Practically, you don't have any chance at all" Karl said, a mischievious glint flashed through his eyes.
"Forget it!" Shyam raised his hand. His face turned stoic making Karl threw back his head and laughed heartily.
"You're really funny?" Shyam hissed before grabbing the glass and chucking it down his throat in one big gulp.
"Did she know that you are Director of Olls group?" Karl asked.
"Yes, she knows well" Shyam replied.
"You've got to be kidding man. Seriously?" Karl was utterly confused.
And did he just say that she somehow hates him. Karl knew Shyam from college. And he knows well also that there were thousands of girls who were dying to just have Shyam look at them or wave at them. Karl frowned at him for finding the situation amusing. He didn't see this coming.
Karl continued to look at him incredulously and started, "Well, Confess and court her".
"Confess!" Shyam asked repetitively while Karl nod.
"They are just dating. It's not like she married to him. You are a man! She is not his yet" Karl said in encouraging tone.
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Glipy was awakened by the doorbell. Her whole body felt limp. She was sweating a lot because of her high temperature, making her clothes wet.
With eyes still closed, she opened the door. "Yes?" She said as she rubbed her eyes. It suddenly enlarged when she saw Sundar before her.
"Are you sick? You look pale" Sundar immediately reached out his hand to hold Glipy's forehead. She felt her forehead hot and sweaty.
"Hmm... My body aches all over." Glipy was going to fall when Sundar caught her in his arms. "Glipy, Glipy," Sundar with a worried expression said as he patted her cheek. Sundar carried Glipy up in his arms and walked towards her bedroom.
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Glipy was still asleep, her body looked tiny under the thick blanket. Sundar sat on the edge of the bed and reached out his hand to touch Glipy's forehead, wanting to check her temperature. Her fever had subdued.
When she felt someone's hand touch her forehead, Glipy woke up. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing Sundar sitting on the side of the bed and staring at her.
"How are you?" Sundar asked.
"It's getting better..." Glipy answered quietly. Her body already felt much better than before.
"Why don't you informed me when you are that sick?" Sundar didn't retract his hand. He stroked Glipy's head, stroked her hair gently, making Glipy feeling warmth.
"I am fine..." Glipy pushed an assuring smile.