Back to India

Ador with the help of the bouncer duo took Dev inside a cab. It was an expensive ride, though it was a walking distance, back to the hotel, but this money could have been saved if Dev was in his right frame.

Within 3 hours their chauffeur driven car came to take them back to the airport for their drop. Dev had a splitting headache. So he kept his mouth shut. Ador took charge.

She helped with the trolley and kept Dev at the lounge before she went for some last minute shopping at the airport itself. Women really love to shop until they are broke, is true.

Once inside the plane, Dev fell asleep and Ador was looking through the magazines. This time the attendant said, due to bad weather there might be turbulence. Inconvenience regretted. Ador did not understand why the Air hostess said, regretful. But when she did feel the turbulence... well she really got frightened.

She kept on praying to all her Gods', fearing her inner demons of a flight crash.

They landed in India. Dev was back to his normal bossy self with his much bigger egoistic attitude. Ador was feeling tired.

They headed towards Durgabari. Amal, their chauffeur from home, had driven all the way to receive them.

While on their way back, Dev stopped the car and dropped at banana leaf restaurant for some idli sambhar, as he missed Indian food.

When they reached, Gopi gave them a warm welcome. She said she did not have lunch and was waiting for some juicy stories of south east.

Bali entered the dining room, saw the trio and on a very serious tone, said. " It is shameful that my son goes to a prostitute for his needs, when he has a wife to satiate him. Why did you marry after all??? "

There was pin drop silence in the dining hall .