The Bungalow Number 420 - Part 4
Rohan waited patiently for his guest. He sat on the covered sofa with crossed leg. He checked the messages on his phone while he whistled his favourite song. The messages were mostly related to work. He was the head of company which he had inherited from his aunt. He remembered his aunt. She was patriarch of their family. Everyone looked up to her.
He always wanted to be like her. He tried to be like her. But he couldn’t match the aura she had. No one took him seriously the way they looked up to her. People listened to him till she was alive. He stomped one of his feet hard with anger on the ground due to insecurity cropping out with his aunt’s image.
The bell rang. He rushed to open the door. It was Manoj. He was couple of years older than Rohan and had been close friends with him for quite sometime. They met for a short project which failed miserably. But their friendship grew within this period. He was his advisor and confidant.
“Hey! What’s the matter ?”, Manoj asked nervously. Sweat drops formed on his head. He wiped them repeatedly. “ We lost another prospective buyer! This is fifth death in a row. We are doomed.”, Rohan said anxiously. Manoj stood silently. He stared deeply at the shining floor.
His nervous face was replaced by confident smile. An idea had struck him. “We aren’t doomed. We still have the money.”, he said cooly. Rohan stared at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”, he asked. “Did you check his bags? There should be a cheque addressed to you .”, his friend said confidently.
He rushed upstairs where Kevin’s bags were. He searched the bags thoroughly. He found the cheque in the cabin bag. It was addressed to him. He proudly took the cheque and ran downstairs to meet Manoj. “ I found the cheque!”, he said excitedly. “ I told you. Now let me take care of other stuff. I will find another buyer.”, Manoj spoke. He walked towards the main door and stopped to turn behind. “ You know the clause , Rohan.”, he said . Rohan understood what he meant.
(To be continued)
He always wanted to be like her. He tried to be like her. But he couldn’t match the aura she had. No one took him seriously the way they looked up to her. People listened to him till she was alive. He stomped one of his feet hard with anger on the ground due to insecurity cropping out with his aunt’s image.
The bell rang. He rushed to open the door. It was Manoj. He was couple of years older than Rohan and had been close friends with him for quite sometime. They met for a short project which failed miserably. But their friendship grew within this period. He was his advisor and confidant.
“Hey! What’s the matter ?”, Manoj asked nervously. Sweat drops formed on his head. He wiped them repeatedly. “ We lost another prospective buyer! This is fifth death in a row. We are doomed.”, Rohan said anxiously. Manoj stood silently. He stared deeply at the shining floor.
His nervous face was replaced by confident smile. An idea had struck him. “We aren’t doomed. We still have the money.”, he said cooly. Rohan stared at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”, he asked. “Did you check his bags? There should be a cheque addressed to you .”, his friend said confidently.
He rushed upstairs where Kevin’s bags were. He searched the bags thoroughly. He found the cheque in the cabin bag. It was addressed to him. He proudly took the cheque and ran downstairs to meet Manoj. “ I found the cheque!”, he said excitedly. “ I told you. Now let me take care of other stuff. I will find another buyer.”, Manoj spoke. He walked towards the main door and stopped to turn behind. “ You know the clause , Rohan.”, he said . Rohan understood what he meant.
(To be continued)
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