Married. Chapter 2. " The Adorsho Bangali Shontan "
Dhruv waited eagerly for Ria at the dinner table, the same way he waited for her in the restaurant four years ago. He was an MBA topper, so he was good with numbers, he could recall every detail of every single day they spent together, every moment, every second.
Waiting for his wife, he was lost in his dreams, nostalgic his heart was.
Dhruv was a Bengali boy. " The Adorsho Shontan " of his family, being the younger one he was the one who was pampered with all the love and affection of his Dadu, Dida, Maa, Baba and his life, his elder sister, Shalini. She was really a girl, with an unmatched charm. Good grades, non academic prizes, and even she was good at writing, and what not ! Name it and she's the best at it. The brother and sister never fought, she was the only one with whom Dhruv was not reluctant to share his butterscotch ice cream. Dhruv followed his sister's footsteps and thus his school grades were good, good enough to land him in any of the top institution in India.
He was a popular kid in his school, made some good friends. He was friendly with everyone, everyone loved him, but he was shy. He never talked much with the girls, but the girls always wanted to. His friends often joked about Dhruv's calm and composed nature. They said, " Sugar syrup runs in his veins, not blood ", and that was due to his sober behaviour. Dhruv was always into sports, he loved football and played CF in his school team, wearing the No. 9 Jersey.
Once, he scored a hat-trick for his team leading to win the C.A.F. Cup for his school, he still has a huge picture hung in his room of him drenched in rain, with the trophy. He loved Ronaldinho, Roberto, both of the Ronaldo's, and even Messi. He was not particularly a Messi or Ronaldo fanboy, but whenever someone said that East Bengal is better than Mohun Bagan, he showered wrath. He got scoldings for very few times during his school life of thirteen years, but the entire batch of 2006-07 remembers how he broke Nitesh's nose when he uttered shit about Mohun Bagan, in the school ground That day, the entire school saw the other Dhruv too, the not-so-sweet one.
He was the eye candy of his mother, " The ever questioning-over caring-typical bong mom ", who was always tensed that Dhruv would get leaner and always complained that he never ate properly. His father, owned one of the most famous and historical sweet shops in the heart of The City of Joy. " The Choudhury's " the big banner stood proudly among the chaos, in Boro Bazaar. The family runs that sweet shop for four generations now, Dhruv's great great grandfather, " Gangadhar Choudhury " was the head gourmet chef of the Vice Roy, before independence. He was famous for his Roshogolla, and rumour has it that he was the rebellious one to experiment combining Roshogolla with " Gur ".
They lived in an old yet beautiful Villa, in Kolkata. Typical British architecture, huge halls, balconies and the veiw of The Howrah bridge from two windows. One from the master bedroom's and it's balcony, and the other one was Dhruv's bathroom's ventilator. It may sound funny though, but it is true. It was in Dhruv's routine to peep at it for a few minutes whenever he went to take a bath.
He was an ideal kid, even during his teen years, but everyone has some flaws, everyone made some mistakes, Dhruv made some too .....
Waiting for his wife, he was lost in his dreams, nostalgic his heart was.
Dhruv was a Bengali boy. " The Adorsho Shontan " of his family, being the younger one he was the one who was pampered with all the love and affection of his Dadu, Dida, Maa, Baba and his life, his elder sister, Shalini. She was really a girl, with an unmatched charm. Good grades, non academic prizes, and even she was good at writing, and what not ! Name it and she's the best at it. The brother and sister never fought, she was the only one with whom Dhruv was not reluctant to share his butterscotch ice cream. Dhruv followed his sister's footsteps and thus his school grades were good, good enough to land him in any of the top institution in India.
He was a popular kid in his school, made some good friends. He was friendly with everyone, everyone loved him, but he was shy. He never talked much with the girls, but the girls always wanted to. His friends often joked about Dhruv's calm and composed nature. They said, " Sugar syrup runs in his veins, not blood ", and that was due to his sober behaviour. Dhruv was always into sports, he loved football and played CF in his school team, wearing the No. 9 Jersey.
Once, he scored a hat-trick for his team leading to win the C.A.F. Cup for his school, he still has a huge picture hung in his room of him drenched in rain, with the trophy. He loved Ronaldinho, Roberto, both of the Ronaldo's, and even Messi. He was not particularly a Messi or Ronaldo fanboy, but whenever someone said that East Bengal is better than Mohun Bagan, he showered wrath. He got scoldings for very few times during his school life of thirteen years, but the entire batch of 2006-07 remembers how he broke Nitesh's nose when he uttered shit about Mohun Bagan, in the school ground That day, the entire school saw the other Dhruv too, the not-so-sweet one.
He was the eye candy of his mother, " The ever questioning-over caring-typical bong mom ", who was always tensed that Dhruv would get leaner and always complained that he never ate properly. His father, owned one of the most famous and historical sweet shops in the heart of The City of Joy. " The Choudhury's " the big banner stood proudly among the chaos, in Boro Bazaar. The family runs that sweet shop for four generations now, Dhruv's great great grandfather, " Gangadhar Choudhury " was the head gourmet chef of the Vice Roy, before independence. He was famous for his Roshogolla, and rumour has it that he was the rebellious one to experiment combining Roshogolla with " Gur ".
They lived in an old yet beautiful Villa, in Kolkata. Typical British architecture, huge halls, balconies and the veiw of The Howrah bridge from two windows. One from the master bedroom's and it's balcony, and the other one was Dhruv's bathroom's ventilator. It may sound funny though, but it is true. It was in Dhruv's routine to peep at it for a few minutes whenever he went to take a bath.
He was an ideal kid, even during his teen years, but everyone has some flaws, everyone made some mistakes, Dhruv made some too .....
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