#8: Jaipur Visit, Part I
Mohit hears a voice trying to wake him up. At first, he thinks Shalini is calling out to him. Her voice… soft, familiar, the kind he wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning. “No, no. The voice is loud and different, with a different accent and telling me something,” he realizes, stirring himself from his drowsy state. Slowly, he opens his eyes and sees the househelp standing before him, her expression grim. “Saab, please go to Shikha Madam’s room. I need to clean the hall.” Mohit blinks, adjusting his eyes to the light and his mind trying to process the abrupt wake-up call. He seems a little confused, with his mouth open, as he tries to make sense of the situation. The househelp notices his hesitation and studies him briefly with mesmerisation and asks, “Who are you then?” “Oh! I am Mohit, Shalini’s to-be husband,” he replies, his voice slow and crackly. At this, the househelp’s grim expression softens. She smiles, “Oh! Then why are you sleeping outside? Did you pick up a ...