Please note that this story is purely a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, events and locales are either a product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictous manner. Any resemblance to any event and/or person living and/or dead is purely coincidental. We do not intend on offending any race, religion or community.
The night was scary and grew darker as the entire hotel was lost in darkness. Flashes of torchlights, beams of moonlight coming in through the windows and the light from the fireplaces dimly lit up the grand hotel.
“I wish these electricity issues get resolved soon,” said Arjun looking out of the window.
“You neednt worry about that,” said Nisha rubbing her hands together,” they shall soon fix it, or else the guests will fix them instead.”
“What do you think about Diya and Vivan?” he asked turning to look at her.
She leaned back on the couch and wrapped her shawl around her. A soft smile spread across her face as she said,” Its so strange that I cant even describe. Maybe thats how miracles happen.”
Arjun looked at her for a moment before shifting his gaze to the candlestand placed a little distance away from her.
“Dont you ever worry about money?” said Nisha looking at ceiling.
“Money,” he said,” is a great source of concern for all of us. But luckily for me, there havent ever been any financial issues. I have saved up quite a lot of money working at that horrible job. And now I am free to do whatever I want.”
Nisha didnt say a word on this. Her mind took her back to the previous year, a day when she had bought a beautiful set of crystals for herself which hadnt gone unnoticed by her father.
“This is ridiculous Nisha,” her dad had said,” is this how you spend your hard earned money? You should buy books on finances and stuff for your family.”
“Its my money dad,” she had said,” I have the right to make my own choices.”
“I am sick of all your tantrums Nisha. You do this all the time. Last time you bought those expensive candle stands for no good reason and now these stupid crystals. When are you going to grow up?”
“So this is how the society treats financially independent women,” she had thought,” you dont question a man why he spends his money on drinks and racing cars, but yes each time a woman puts herself first, people have issues with that. Why are women always expected to put everyone above themselves?
Why do I need to justify if I need a new pair of earrings or a new set of gemstones? I earn that money by working so hard. Then why do other people get to decide how I spend it?”
“Are you all right?” asked Arjun as he noticed her face turning pale and her smile vanishing away.
“No,” she said not knowing where that word came from. Maybe it came straight from her heart.
“I mean,” she said trying to cover up,” I am just a little stressed.”
“Some past wounds,” he said sitting down next to her,” still hurt really bad. We still have some unfinished business between us.”
“What do you mean?” she asked surprised by what he just said.
“I told you about my issues with my boss. You listened to it patiently. Why dont you share something as well? Then we can call it even and walk away from each other thus ending all troubles.”
“All troubles? I dont get this. What do you mean?”
“We both are a source of trouble for each other. The first time we met, you were having an argument with Mr. Ajay. The second time that woman was scared by her imagination, the next time we met was when a guest went missing and now………..”
“I always thought of this differently,” she thought,” but if this is what you believe, then I have nothing more to say.”
“Why are you quiet?” he asked noticing that she was lost somewhere.
“I have only one story to share with you,” she spoke softly,” and it is the story of Santa and his gifts. He exists for real and shows up in troubled times. He gives you the messages sent for you by the universe. He erases all your sorrows with his lovely smile and his blessings help you release all your pain. If you dont believe this, then thats okay too. But remember that when nothing seems all right, there is always a Santa with a bag full of gifts for you who is willing to make all your wishes come true.”