In the eve of her henna ceremony, Gauri comes to know about the demand of a Mercedes from the family of her bride-groom, making her devastated.
Her worry soon gets forgotten when she ends up sleeping with a total stranger... Om.
Now what had futur...
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The term "maroon" is named after the French word "chestnut". It is often used to represent intense and passionate things such as; confidence, creative thoughts, excitement, strength, risk, passion, love, ambition, courage, strength, warmth and beauty.
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When she gained her consciousness next morning, it was not some warm sunshine or chirping of birds, but an annoying ringtone of an unfamiliar mobile phone, lying on the floor to her side.
Stretching her hand, she tried to grab it, without opening her eyes fully. Clutching her throbbing head, when she swiped the screen to right, a familiar voice from other side hit her harshly.
"Where the fuck were you all night? Do you know that there is police in that area! We have to abort the mission!"
Gauri frowned as she opened her mouth to speak something, but before it could happen, a rather rough hand snatched the phone from her.
"Oh shit..." Omkara swore seeing the calling id, before talking on the phone.
Gauri was totally in senses till then as she realized what had happened last night. They were still in sheets, stark naked, in the same room on the same bed. Tough a little dazed she realized it slowly, 'I slept with a stranger!'
She wanted to cry, but there was surprisingly no remorse and hence no terrible feeling and obviously no tears.
"Ohk, I am leaving, I am leaving!" Gauri heard him say to the other person as he switched off the phone, removing the sheets hurriedly.
"You are not some assistant designer...and the juice was spiked by you!" It was all a calm statement as she saw him finding his boxers under the bed.
Getting no reply from him she got irritated, "Was it all planned?"
"Planned?...Yes. But it all got spoiled!" Om mumbled as he finally got his shirt, buttoning it up. "I had to just alcoholise your drink, wait till you get faint and then take all your jewellery and cash which was reported to have been kept in your cupboard!"
