Chapter 22: "The Press Conference Talk"

My watch was ticking at the 10 a.m.

One of the interviewers raised his hand to start the conference.

"Ok, Sir. Ask me," I said.

"Why did you keep this name for your story, by the way, Mr. Raghav?" he asked.

"There's no link to the story at all," he added.

Everyone looked at me keenly for an answer. My publicist gave me a smile and told me to go ahead.

I looked at him smiling and answered, "The name of my story is about a girlfriend who connected differently."

"If I name "A Facebook Love", it would be very easy to plot the story," I added.

I took a long breath and concluded, "I narrated this from the boy side but, from the other side, I would've justified your answer."

"Then why didn't you narrate as a female?" a female interviewer raised.

"Haha!" I laughed.

"I think, there is an answer for this question," she taunted.

"My bad," I resumed.

"Women are very expert in hiding their feelings. Especially, when they are in love. Even if they tell you their feelings, that's not it. It will be just a one-quarter part of their feelings," I answered.

"Is it okay to be a half-minded writer to express?" I asked her.

"But," she paused.

"Do you think that woman standing there will be happy from the way I narrate taking her as me with my feelings?" I pointed Harini.

Harini hid her face as everyone looked at her.

She looked at her and answered, "No!"

Everyone chuckled; she glared at me and said, "I agree with you on that point, thank you."

"Mr. Raghav!" an old man called standing in his place.

"Yes, Sir! Please."

"Are you in pain?" he paused, coughing.

"Are you in pain now, my child?" he resumed.

"Why are you asking me this question, Sir?" I asked with an awkward smile.

"The way you expressed the mother in the story tells it all, and I think it's your story," he proclaimed.

"Will you accept my words?" he asked, frankly.

His voice's strength made me lose my strength. I was in an utterly unspoken situation. Before I speak something, my publicist asked an old man to have its seat, and the question remained unanswered.

There were a lot of questions raised in my book. It was a shocking moment when I found that I didn't give them every answer to their questions in the book. The time flew very fast as my watch showed me at 1 p.m.

"One last question," my publicist said.

"Sir, what happened after that day? Did the boy propose her? What did she answer?" a male interviewer raised his question.

"There will be another part, thank you!" I said getting up.

"Thank you for coming, guys!" my publicist thanked them.

While I was walking to the exit door, everyone applauded for my work, and I saw Harini looking at me with proud.

"Thank you for coming, Harini!" I thanked in a low voice.

She didn't utter a word and started walking beside me holding my hand. I released my hand and kept on her shoulder laughing.

"You're my family, Sister!" I said.

She hit my head and said, "I love you too."

"But you said back about women about hiding their feelings are true!" she agreed.

"Not in your case, sorry!" I smiled as she pushed me away.

We walked out of the auditorium and took a taxi to the home. While I was staring at the other side of the window, it looked like I was feeling my mom's blessing in my life. If she were here, she would've been the happiest person for me.

"That's why I left Prachi to be happy," a voice from my mind.

Harini was talking with me continually, and I was on the other side of the world.

"Raghav, were you listening to me this whole time?" she asked lowering her brows.

"Yes! Yes!" I said.

"Ahaa!"

"What did I just say now?" she asked.

"Sir, please park aside," I said to the taxi driver.

The driver parked aside.

"Harini, go home. I will be back after 2 hours."

"Where are you going?" she asked stepping out of the taxi.

"And do you have the money?" she added.

"I want to meet Prachi," I smiled.

"From where do you people get this much money?" I laughed.

"I have."

"Okay, baby! Bye, I love you," she said leaning through the window.

I waved and smiled, "I love you too."

"Seriously?" she excited.

"As a sister," I corrected.

We passed her, and she screamed, "FUCK YOU!"