Seema, a beautiful Gujju lady who worked in a bank until yesterday, sat reluctantly in the car, holding her head. ‘Maybe he locked the doors because I was sleeping.’ Probably it was Manish sitting with his friend, who was supposed to provide them with a house to stay. She could see two men from the window of the restaurant in front of which the car was parked. She tried to open the door of the car but it was locked, she tried another, but that was locked too.

The car was parked and she could see no sign of Manish. In the dim glow peeping in through the window of the car, she saw outside. She woke up in panic, convinced she had heard something very odd. The whole place gave the impression of a dump-yard. The cars parked there seemed like they had been unmoved for months. The white bed sheet of fog had covered the entire parking area. This is a hard time for me, and I am banking on you. I did whatever you wanted, gave you exactly what you wanted. “Ranjit,” Manish used his polite voice to frame him, “I need the money. You missed the occasion of the elections. Same is the importance of timing in this business. They are almost free of additives and taste completely natural, but without a lighter… it’s worthless. “ Lucky Strike‘s taste is unique, distinctive, rich, smooth, and satisfying. A wicked smile appeared on his lips, which looked similar to that of Charles Sobhraj, and was perhaps cautiously practised. He fumbled into his pockets one by one but couldn’t find a lighter, or even a match stick.

Ranjit took out a packet of ‘Lucky Strike’ cigarettes, and put it on the table. It happens sometimes, not everyone is a cakewalk. I told you those things 3 months ago…you know how important it is to abide time.” I have worked so hard for this.” Manish finally uttered something. He shook his head and tried to see elsewhere for a moment, but soon his gaze turned towards the mole again. He knew that Ranjit hated anybody looking at the mole, but somehow he could not resist it today. Manish, 38, was also suited to perfection. He didn’t like anybody staring at it, which is exactly what Manish was doing. He had a mole on his right cheek, and he was very sensitive about it. Ranjit, 42, suited perfectly like a gentleman, had an anxious look on his face. And this was exactly after having dinner with Manish on that table. He took out the sticky extract of his nose and started rolling it in a perfect round shape.

After a struggle of two minutes, his expressions changed to normal. The circumference of his eyes reduced, which suggested his focus. His facial expressions imitated a hunter, who concentrates on his prey through the binoculars of his rifle. He put his index finger straight into his right nostril, desperately trying to catch something there. People don’t have money to buy even tomatoes, and you want me to do this!” “Youknow how the market is these days…inflation is at its peak.

Me and She Square by Chandan Sharma