One of the most disastrous scenes from my novel

We left for the airport to receive her parents. Her charming beauty was at its high. As usual her smile was a pleasant one, but today I could see stars twinkling at the corner of her lips. Her eyes were saying it all.

“I am so happy Rishi, I am seeing my parents after five years. I am dying to meet them. I waited so long to see them together. Drive faster!” – Shreya Said. I was happy to see her so happy.

The basic problems with cute girls like Shreya is that they are very talkative when they are either happy or sad or angry or when they are about to have sex.

“Don’t pounce on them when you meet. You people can come back home and carry on with all your love scenes” – I said. It was difficult for me to remove my gaze from her beauty and drive.

“You guys will never understand the importance of parents especially when you start making money on your own. You need parents only to pay………….Rishiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!” BANGGG!!!

YES! It was an accident.

I preferred to look into her arresting eyes than to notice a traffic police stopping us from entering a no entry zone. He was lost from our sight very soon. I could only see his face for half a second and then he flew off my windshield. She hated seat belt as it would not allow her to come closer to me. The impact left her unconscious.

I know I am good at messing up things around but not today. She waited five long years to see her separated parents together and I left her out cold. I almost killed the poor police officer and above all what do I tell her parents now?

“She is all right” said the doctor leaving a great sigh of relief on her parent’s face and mine too. I thought, Thank God! It’s over.
“She went unconscious because of the shock and the baby is also safe” doctor added and left, gazing at me.

Her parents equally confused sharing puzzled looks with each other and me. “What baby?” they murmured. I now understood that what she meant when she told me she missed her periods last month and I ignored. My conscience screamed out loud this time, “It’s not over yet”.

The “Not yet over” thing with me is always accompanied by a phone call indicating another disastrous upcoming news. It’s a divine signal which confirms that I am screwed now. But now I didn’t get any call which meant “It’s over and things will be under control soon”.

And then my phone rang.