Dreaded silence prevailed the way back home. Minerva was too satisfied to speak, and Dhritiman too tired. Though both knew the topic would come.

"I told ma, so.." "Minu!" he roared, "you stay in my house. No matter whoever you inform, you must have informed me. It's my house, god damn it!" he banged the table sending shivers down her spine. But it took only a few seconds imbibe the matter..

"So what does it mean Mr. Gupta? Should I leave this house? Dhriti you are getting on my nerves now." she chided.

"Oh, so that ma baba can blame me more! Already I am a villain in their eyes, my wife doesn't inform about her night outs, she doesn't return home for three days. And I am the bad guy. Oh wow!" he threw his sarcasm.

"Night outs? Dhriti you must be kidding me. After you saw, what I do, and what took me so long. You..." and again she was interrupted. "Ami kichhu jani na.. tui amake janiye jashni. That's it. Tui kharap. khoob" (I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. YOU DIDN'T INFORM ME. YOU ARE BAD. VERY MUCH) he closed the door of his room.

Mimicking him, Minerva too entered her room. Aah, peace! Finally after four days and three nights, she would sleep. Labour of a month, and finally she grabbed the contract. A dream project! The movie was based on the medieval period of India, the royal family, the commoners. She would get a hell lot scope to experiment, to improvise, a dream come true for her! Sleep cradled her into itself.

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"Boudimoni, boudimoni.." Kamala masi banged the door for the third time. Umm... is she ill? It's almost 9 now, yet she is not awake!

"Kamala masi let her sleep. You make our breakfast. Anything she likes." Kamala Masi heard his voice. Is she hearing right? Her dadamoni was finally giving a thought to boudimouni. Her lips were about to curl up, when, "don't conclude. Ma has told." he clarified.

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Dhriti left? Minerva scratched her head waking up. It was already 9.30 in the morning, he must have left. She tried getting up, but her joints ached like hell. Grabbing her phone she dialled Sulekha, her worker's number. If she was tired, her workers too will be tired, calling both of them, she gave them a leave. Moreover according to the contract, she will be provided with the raw materials. So, she had time.

"Boudi moni, you woke up. Freshen up. I am coming with your tea." Kamala Masi chirped. "That 'ram gorur er chhana' left?" (RAM GORUR ER CHHANA IS ARE FAMOUS CHARACTERS IN CHILDREN RHYMES IN BENGALI. WHO NEVER LAUGH. NEVER EVER ). Kamala Masi couldn't help but laugh. Minerva nodded, "Very well. I am going to sleep again. You cook for him and take your leave." Tugging the sheet over her face she slept again. Kamala Masi was about to oppose but there were soft snores already.

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