Next moment, her cell phone buzzed. She attended the call.
“Hello.”
“Namaste, Madam. I am Prasanth. I don’t dare enough to convey you directly to you face that I have fallen in love with you. Whether you accept my love or not, I will love you till the end of my life. Good Night, madam.” He rang off hurriedly. (Prasanth ended the telephone conversation intentionally)
Swathi pondered for some time. Then she rang up to Prasanth who attended the call immediately.
“I would like to discuss with you. Can you come to my residence now?” Swathi asked.
“Can I accompany with Ramana and Shyamala?”
“No, not necessary; I want to speak to you only. What do you say?”
“Okay, madam. I will come to meet you now.”
“Well, Bye.” Swathi hung up her cell phone.
Till he came, Swathi rehearsed by herself in her mind what to talk and how to talk with him.
It was nine. A knock at the door revealed to her that Prasanth arrived at her door.