Chapter 7

Mohit’s POV

"Hi, dad! Mom!" I said to them.

"Who has called him here and why? He doesn’t care for me. He doesn’t have any time for me. Tell him to go, I don’t want to see him," she said looking away from me.

"Mom! You are overreacting."

"Of course, I am overreacting… I send at least 75 messages and called at least 30 times and still, my only son never bothered to call back or come, I am overreacting."

"Mom I was really busy…"

"Right… Go and do whatever you were doing. Don’t worry about me. Go and spend your life the way you want. How does that matter if your mom felt humiliated when her friend asked her every day that when are you taking her daughter on an outing?"

"Mom I didn’t like the girl at all."

"Why? She is so beautiful, smart, educated, cultured, belongs to a good family…"

"But I don’t like her… I hope that also matters if I have to select someone to spend my whole life with?"

"At least meet her onc