Story so far: Rishab and Trisha are very good friends. Rishab wanted to take their friendship to next level. He planned to meet her in person but she was not willing to meet him. But after thinking a lot she said yes for a meeting. Let’s see what will happen next in the last part.
Part 3: Friendship turns into Relationship
“Are you here waiting for someone special?” a young couple teased Rishab’s dadi in the hope that she would vacate the bench and they could get cosy.
“Yes, she is,” came a reply from behind her. “She’s waiting for me. Do you have a problem?” a young lady interrupted the couple who quickly made off. Trisha walked up to Rishab’s dadi and folded her hands in a namaste. Grateful for her support, dadi beckoned her to sit down beside her. Trisha accepted.
“It’s very unfortunate that people have lost all manners,” she said.
“Yes. And thank you for what you just did for me,” dadi replied.
“If I had a grandmother I would have done the same thing. So, please don’t thank me. Don’t mind my asking if you are alone here because there would be many more like them around.”
“I’m with my grandson. He’s just gone to get me some tea,” dadi said as she observed Trisha closely. Trisha was dressed in simple attire with hardly any make-up, and she didn’t wear any jewellery. Unlike all those other girls who were decked out walking with someone or waiting for their partners in the park.
“Are you here with someone?” dadi asked.
“Yes. A friend,” Trisha’s eyes dazzled as the thought of their first meeting filled her mind.
“Oh look, who is here,” dadi said as Rishab approached with two cups of tea. “Meet my Rishu. And Rishu, this is the kind lady who rebuked a mindless couple who teased me.”
On hearing what the couple had said to his dadi, Rishab flared up. He looked around in an attempt to seek them out but they were nowhere. Then he turned to Trisha. “Ma’am, what you have done means a lot to me because my dadi is the most precious person I have in this world,” Rishab said and offered her his cup of tea.
Trisha declined, “I don’t like tea. And now that you are here with your dadi, I must go.”
As Trisha walked away from them she typed on her Smartphone, “I’m at the park. Where are you Rishab?”
“I’m here too. Beneath the first lamp post near the entrance,” Rishab replied, and Trisha turned around.
“What colour are you wearing?” she asked as her heart began to race.
“Maroon shirt, tie and faded blue jeans,” Rishab replied.
Trisha smiled as she walked back to the bench where dadi was seated.
“Did you forget something?” they asked her as Trisha looked at them.
“Yes. To tell you my name. Trisha,” she said and held out her hand to Rishab. Both Rishab and his dadi were speechless. Then all three of them burst into laughter. That evening, although it was the end of their friendship, it was the beginning of a relationship.