Sharayu Jakhotiya

My mom woke me up that morning and while I was peacefully eating my breakfast and smiling over the gossip columns in the BT, she posed the most controversial question to me, ‘Amu, what kind of a boy do you want to marry?’ I decided to ignore her and I continued reading how Kat and Ranbir were secretly engaged to get married. I thought she will leave me alone after realizing my innate unresponsiveness. But alas, that was not to happen! She banged my glass of milk and sat down opposite me. ‘Amruta’, she said. I knew it was serious business when I heard her saying my full name. No one ever calls me by my full name until I have done something horrendously wrong. I stole a glance at her and almost fell off my chair when I saw my entire family standing in front of me. My grandparents were squinting at me through their glasses. My grandmom looked as if she was looking at a lost puppy in the middle of a desert, desperately searching for something. My brother just stood behind my mom, gri

Continued from #CuriousCaseOfChokshi . . . . Many spoke about the murder of Kunal Chokshi, some spoke about Amruta and everyone speculated about the murderer. Neither the police nor the online junta could figure out who the culprit was and what his/her intentions were in the murder. Sameer Reddy, always a silent lover, was disturbed about the country's speculations about him. Most people thought the murderer was some crazy hooligan who had been wronged by Kunal sometime in the past. Sameer wished that he could tell the world why he had killed Kunal. The one and only reason being that he did not deserve to live. Sameer had loved Amruta for all the time they had known each other. After his conversation with Amruta, where she told him about what had happened between her and Kunal, he had moved back to Mumbai immediately. His intention was not to try and win her over, but to be there for her when she needed him the most. Though he knew what kind of a person Kunal was, Sameer ne