Hey Parthiya, you busy bastard how you dare to miss my wedding... A voice mail from my cousin brother just played in apple car play and my mind came back from thoughts. I pulled over my BMW to parking lane from long highway to Brighton. I came out of my car, unbuttoned three piece suite, took a deep breath of cold british air and my mind again went to flash back. ‘Parthu, you know what you are different from other guys I don’t know how but you are’. It has been 9 years since I heard her voice but still I remember every conversation without a single word missing. All the romantic, non romantic dates we had seemed like they were on yesterday. I am still single in relationships status but now one of the top richest person of Brighton and this was my stubbornness or prejudice or love I don’t know but 9 years back I believed I was not as rich as her dad that she will be in comfort to marry and live without those riches. Her childish innocent smile came infront of my eyes. All of sudden I grabbed my phone from mobile holder and immediately dialled her number but suddenly a thought rushed into my mind and I disconnected the line before the call connects. I put my phone inside a pocket, immediately buttoned half folded sleeve of shirt, suited up and sit behind the steering wheel of my car turn on the ignition and head back to the driving lane of the highway. I again asked myself a question which I have been asking from the day our eyes first made contact ‘what do you want with her, Parth?’
