“Why?” Bunty and Deepak blurted out together.
“I have no clue.”
“Then you should call her to find out,” Deepak said.
“Maybe it’s to apologize,” Prem mused. But did he want to get on the phone to hear her chipper voice grating in his ears saying sorry a dozen times? He looked at his phone, then his friends.
They stared at him expectantly.
“What, you want me to do it now?”
“Yes!” they snapped at him.
“Fine, fine.” He pressed on her number and put the call on speakerphone.
“Hi, Dr. Verma?” the familiar voice answered.
“Hi, yes. It’s me. I mean, it’s Dr. Verma. You asked me to call you?”
“Sorry, I know this is weird,” she said in her overly peppy voice. “But I wanted to invite you over to my house for chai. This week preferably. Would you by any chance be able to drive out to the Edison area?”
“Wait a second,” he said, and pinched the bridge of his nose. This had to be a prank call. “You want to invite me . . . to your house . . . for chai?”
She let out a small sigh, like he was wasting her time, instead of the other way around. “I know you’re super busy, but I owe you one after what my sister did to you on the show.”
“Your sister?” he said, jaw dropping. Rina was Kareena Mann, Bindu Mann’s sister?
Bindu giggled. “I know, we couldn’t be more different.”
Not in the slightest, Prem agreed. Bindu was petite and willowy, with long flowing hair. Meanwhile, her sister had thick black waves, big eyes behind sexy black framed glasses, and the fire in her stare. Damn it, he was salivating over the thought of the enemy.
“I think it’s best if we all forget this ever happened,” Prem finally replied. I’m going to hold this against Kareena Mann for the rest of my life. “But thanks for calling, I guess.”
“Wait! I promise you it’ll be worth your while. I know how you can ‘recover from the show’！ It’s the least I can do for you. But I’d rather not tell you on the phone.”
Prem had no idea what she could possibly recommend to salvage Dr. Dil, but she’d definitely piqued his interest. He looked up at his friends, who nodded. “I’m listening,” he finally said.
“Great! I saw all the comments, I know that you are trying to build a community health center. All you have to do is come for chai. We’ll talk about my plan, and I know you won’t regret it. I’ll text you the address. Thank you for giving me this chance, Prem! Dr. Verma!” With that she hung up.
“What do you think she has planned?” Bunty said on the computer screen, mouth full of stir-fry vegetables.
“I have no idea. But I also don’t have options.” Deepak’s solution was fake dating. Bindu’s plan could potentially be something better. Prem looked down at his phone again then back at his friends. “I think I’m going to Edison.”
Chapter Six
Prem
Gregory LTD Financial: I don’t know if I can trust you. I’m sorry, my decision still stands.
Prem: I’m going to keep trying to change your mind. This health center is really important for my community, Greg.
Gregory LTD Financial: I believe you, but you’re asking for a large investment, and with the way that your community currently perceives you, I don’t think you can be trusted.
Prem: Then I’ll have to gain back their trust and yours.
An impending sense of doom haunted Prem as he walked up the front stone path of a beautiful white colonial with black shutters and a small front porch. His curiosity was the driving force behind his agreement to the meeting, but now that he was here, he wasn’t so sure this was a good idea.
He paused at the base of the porch steps and scanned the neighboring yards. He always figured that maybe one day when he was married and settled, he’d find a place like this in the suburbs that was close enough to the city, but also had a nice yard.
Later though. After he finished his health center.
He raised a fist to knock on the freshly painted front door. “Here goes nothing,” he mumbled.
What did Bindu want? Why did he have to come over for chai to talk about her video? Was she going to shoot a follow-up or something and claim that the first video was a setup? Would that even work? Was he going to see Kareena Mann again?
He hoped he did. Then he could strangle her. “Here goes nothing,” he mumbled.
Prem pulled at his neckline in the early June heat, and seconds later Bindu opened the door and stood framed in light.