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I had looked for that too. He’s having these accounts, but it’s clearly mentioned that these accounts are handled by his PR.

“None of them which he personally uses.”

Suddenly, an idea pops up in my head.

“Wait.” I quickly grab my phone, turn on the Instagram app and search for Aman Mathur’s account. Yup. He has one and Aman is very active in it. Something else picks my attention there and I stare at Jaya. “You and Aman are following each other on Instagram?”

That surely brings her eyes to me.

“Yeah.”

Yeah? I am shocked. I have only seen Jaya and Aman bickering all the time. Mostly because of me and Aarav.

“Don’t tell me you both argue on Instagram direct messages too.”

She laughs. Oh Jaya.!! I have never seen her laughing so heartily after her bad breakup, but these days she seems to be more relaxed and less hateful towards men than before.

“I don’t hate him so much that I follow his account only to bicker there,” she responds.

“Then?” I probe further.

“It’s nothing serious, actually. A week after we came here, Aman sent me a follower request, and I accepted it after another week.”

I keep listening. Do I sense something?

“Initially, he just liked my posts. You know my feminist posts,” she laughs. “This went on for like another two weeks and then he started commenting.”

“Commenting what?”

“His opinions over my posts, Jhanvi. What else?”

Do I see her grinning? I think so, though I don’t intrude.

“Aman has a great sense of putting his opinions clear enough without beating around the bush, which I like, actually. So, then I started liking his comments on my posts, then a week later I commented on his comments and he began to like my comments on his comments and then…”

“Hold on,” I finally interrupted her. “Cut this short and tell me what exactly are you two now? Friends?”

“I think so. Yes. We are like friends trying to know each other, and it feels nice to know he’s actually like me. We share a few hobbies too. And he hates bungy jumping like me. Isn’t that cool?”

It is cool!! Seeing Jaya making a new friend that too with a man whom she always kept fighting with is cool. I like that she is finally moving on to a better path. Like me? Am I really moving on or still stuck to the past few weeks I was in India? With Aarav?

I’d told Jaya about that moment between Aarav and me and though I expected her to lash out at me for being so reckless and giving into the moment that too with Aarav Raichand, she didn’t. Instead, she asked me only one thing. Was I really willing to accept the real marriage which Aarav offered me? And I had no reply then. This one question has glued to my head and heart, not letting me be at peace. It’s like my body desired his touch again; my heart craved for him to heal while my mind raced to pull me back from another disaster. Whom should I support?

“You are again touching that bracelet,” Jaya pokes.

Am I? Yes. Every time I am lost thinking about Aarav, I find myself touching the bracelet he made me wear. I don’t know why but it’s become my habit now.

“You know what?” she shuts my laptop and gets up from the chair she was presently occupying. “You need a change."

“You have been saying that ever since we came back to London. I even got a new haircut, almost believing you.”

I’m being silly, but I enjoy messing up with Jaya’s plans. I can already feel she is up with a special plan for tonight.

“Haircut will not bring a change in your mood, darling. Let’s go clubbing. It’s been a long since we had our girly time. What do you say?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I’m being honest. “I have to find a sponsor for our latest initiative at Sikand Charity’s trust. You know we have plans to support single mothers. We are looking for another company who can partner with us in this cause and..”

“One-night Jhanvi. It’s not that in one night you are going to find that partner. And if God is really hearing us out, who knows you might get one tomorrow when you come back to work fully energized? You seriously need a break and I need my friend to share a drink and dance with me like we used to do like old times.”

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