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“Gran...What book? You watch TV shows all the time. You never read.” I was thoroughly confused.
She giggled as she explained,
“I met a girl in the mall a few weeks ago. She helped me pick that dinner jacket for you. She reminded me so much of her...Ibrahim’s cousin. As this girl too was very...”
I cut her off midsentence. I did not wish to talk about Sanu.
“What book?” I asked shortly.
“Something called fifty...Fifty shades of wrong...No, Fifty shades of Grey!” Gran gave me a hopeful look.
I think had she not been holding my hand; I would have fallen from shock.
My Grandmother wanted to read that book and I had to bring it for her? No way in hell!
Gran went on gushing,
“I just loved that girl!”
Yeah she makes people do that. Made me too...
I tried to be calm and casual,
“Gran, you can't stress your eyes by reading, and you know that. You get headaches.”
“But she said movies have also been made on it. I should watch the movie at least!”
Otherwise, your existence would be incomplete, huh?!
Gran wiggled her eyebrows smiling smugly,
“She was sure my Grandson is fifty shades of wrong, a headache and a complete mischief like the hero in those books. I quite agree.”
That’s definitely my girl. Who else would get so buddy-buddy with complete strangers, to give them not just details of such kind of boo
ks, but also analysis of their Grandson she had never met before.
Makes me think, I shouldn’t even be surprised with her getting along with Sahil and his idiot friends. That girl can become friends with a plank of wood if need be.
“How did she look?” I asked trying to sound uninterested.
“Lovely! I regret never asking her name. I have gone to the mall several times since then to come across her again. But no luck. She would have been so good for you.” Gran tsked at herself.
“Gran!”
“Okay okay! She had small navy blue eyes, very fair complexion, wavy black hair and a charming attitude to her. She was feisty and...”
She was Sani.
“So will you bring the book or movie?” Gran started again.
“Nothing of the two.” I stated sternly.
Her face fell,
“Why?”
“Because, that girl is a little too feisty for you.” I gave her a meaningful look, as I went on, “Those books or the movies aren’t your type. Trust me.”
