Part three of Nandita Acceptance Act is here, you must read part two before continuing to this one
(Nandita shares a warm hug with Nandini; Mrs. Ray enters.)
Mrs. Ray: (tensed) nobody bothered to inform me that he is a chef.
Nandita: (with an air of arrogance) yes.
Nandini: Is it not a match made in Heaven, she is not even acquainted with the preliminaries of cooking.
Part two of Nandita Acceptance Act is here, you must read part one before continuing to this one
(Mrs. Ray wiped her face in a hurry and folds her palms in the formal Indian gesture of “Namaskara” to greet everyone. Kamala, a trusted servant, opens the door to Mrs. Minakshi Mukherjee, a sophisticated INRI in her late fifties, her son Rudra; Nandita’s prospective husband, in his early thirties, dressed in formal attire and Nandini who is a few years elder to Nandita. Kamala opens the door and exits to the kitchen)
Mrs. Ray: (smiles) Namaskara
Mrs. Mukherjee: Namaskara, Reena
Rudra: (formally to Mrs. Ray) Namaskara.
Mrs. Ray: (with an air of formality) Please feel at home, Nandita will be here in a while.
The living room of Mr. & Mrs. Ray in the heart of Kolkata, the adornment is opulent and well maintained. Upstage center is the couch and the table, upstage right is a giant piano accompanied by a violin. The chandelier and the music system add to the chimera, a large window overlooks the garden.
Continued from previous part Nargis Mini Mischief read here…
Abhishek was a shy catholic school student and decided not to confide the matter to his friends in the department of Commerce unless he received a confirmation from Araina. Nargis was now well acquainted with him, with his likes and dislikes and she talked more about him to Araina. It was easy for him to pen down his feelings than to confess in person but he could no longer hold back his rapaciousness and requested her to catch up with him.
Araina’s life revolved around her friends, family and a real life secret, which she never confessed.
If you have missed the first part, please read In the Forefront
Apart from being the most intelligent and longed after figures among her mates, there was someone who caught her gaze right at the beginning of the high school session Four to be a score was when she eyed him; beguiling eyes, eyes which were cold, that she held into an admiration of one in the million, perceived by the milieu of the happy field where joy forever dwelled and she looked for those mysterious eyes that gave her reasons to glow crimson.
