Fifty Four

My eyes opened with a knock on the door.

"Come in" i said rolling on my bed and looking at the intruder.

"Didiji, sir has called you downstairs. Guests have arrived..." One of househelp said while i made a face.

"Tell papa, i am not well. So i am not coming down stairs..." I said closing my eyes again.

I am not in a mood to entertain his guest...What he will do? More than scolding me...i will listen some of his words... that would be better than sitting downstairs with a fake smile...

"But didi, sir strictly told me to tell you to come downstairs" poor girl told me. I know if i don't go, she will have to loose her job.

"Okay, tell him. I will come in half an hour" i said while she nodded.

Then, i wake up my lazy body and go to my walk in closet to select the Indian dress.

I settled for simple kurti plasso.

When i reached downstairs, i frowned seeing Mr. & Mrs. Singh sitting with papa having a chit chat.

"Payal