Zia said to trupti and left the room in a hurry. 'Zia wait. Why are you running?' Trupti followed zia and stopped her. ' Tell me cabin main hua kya tha. Unknown number ke bare main kuch pata chala kya?' Trupti knew zia very well. She could easily make out from her behaviour that something terrible had happened. 'Mohit sir..' 'Kya Mohit sir??' Trupti asked. 'Unknown number person is Sir.' Zia said with a straight face. 'What? Seariously?' Trupti said smilingly. 'You lucky rascal.. ' 'Shut up trupti. Whatever u mean, but i have nothing to do with that chepo..' Zia fumed. 'What chepo re. He loves you and that's why he did all that na. Plus he's always been our sir in college. He never looked or touched you that way ever.' 'That dosnt make him good..' Zia backfired. 'Achaa baba okay.. chill.. but how did u find it's his number?..'
Zia told her all that happened and also about how he had her mom's number . Trupti was understanding the turmoil zia was going through, but secretly wanted her to know how mohit was far better than jai. But she knew zia wouldn't agree. She loved jai more than anyone in the world. Someone had truly said, love is blind.
Trupti had nothing to say against mohit. Obviously what would she say. A 6-feet tall, fair, handsome, well mannered, mature and most important, settled guy that he was.. any girl would dream to marry him. She kept quite and kept listening to zia's non stop complaints.