“For five or six seconds I just stood there, staring at him. I could not understand what he was trying to ask me. Don’t worry, he said. I know that your brother was sick. I remained quiet. I also know that you don’t want to tell me about it, he said. But I just want you to know that I know and that I can help you if you want me to help you. I tried to steady myself, then I tried to laugh, and then I said, You did not tell me that you were also a doctor, Mr F&B. What else could I say? While stand...ing there in the middle of a showroom in the mall I could not have burst into tears and said, Sorry, Vineetji, for lying to you for such a long time, but that boy, that boy you saw is not my brother, he is my son. I could not have said, Vineetji, I have a son and he was not just sick, but he was poisoned, poisoned by some cheap country liquor, and now that you know that I have a son, you now also know that I have a husband, and while my husband works like a donkey in Dubai, I loiter around at a mall with you.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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