Anjali was fuming and full of bla.
"Aunt Lata, this is all your fault! You didn’t give a proper background check before setting up that blind date. You made him look like a ₹15k salary security guard struggling for rent! That’s why I treated him so casually. Had I known he owned a ₹10 crore villa, do you think I would’ve acted like that?!"
Aunt Lata stared at her phone, speechless.
Typical. When things don’t go her way, she starts throwing bla on now.
She had no choice but to take the call seriously now. After glaring at her phone like it owed her rent, she called Alex.
"Alex, you really fooled us all. I had no idea you were sitting on such a fortune!"
"A villa worth nearly ₹10 crore? Why didn’t you ever say anything?"
She wasn’t mad at him—just regretful.
If she’d known Alex was this successful, she would’ve introduced her nephew, not Anjali!
Alex already guessed what happened.
Yup—this had "Anjali’s drama" written all over it. She probably called Aunt Lata to play the victim card.
He sighed inwardly and said, "It’s not that I was hiding anything. I do okay, but I never thought it was sothing worth flashing around."
"You call that ’okay’? You own a villa. That’s not normal ’doing okay’."
Aunt Lata couldn’t wrap her head around it. If soone already has that kind of money, why would they still be working security shifts?
Alex chuckled lightly. "So things money can’t teach. I wanted to experience life a little differently. That’s all."
Aunt Lata was quiet for a second, then nodded. "Fair enough. Not many people your age think like that."
"But tell —what exactly happened on the date?"
Alex gave her a brief rundown: how Anjali showed up late, was rude from the start, and clearly judged him based on appearances.
When he finished, Aunt Lata was clearly annoyed. "She’s completely out of line. Late, rude, and now blaming ? Ridiculous."
"She doesn’t even try to understand people. Just sees how much soone earns and decides how to treat them. That’s not how relationships work."
"She’s not the kind of person I’d recomnd to anyone again."
"Alex, honestly, you can do way better. You’ve got your head on straight, and you’re not chasing attention. I know soone who might be a better match. Smart, grounded, and knows how to talk to people with respect."
Before Alex could say ’I’m not looking right now’, she had already ended the call.
He stared at the screen.
Classic Aunt Lata. Well-aning, but always moving too fast.
She ant well—but he really wished she’d asked before turning into a matchmaker again.
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On the other side...
Snort!
"Anjali, you silly girl! I introduced you to soone out of goodwill and now you’re blaming ?"
Aunt Lata muttered angrily as she grabbed her old notebook from the kitchen drawer—the one with half-written phone numbers from her housing society’s kitty group.
Yep. The auntie alliance.
She flipped through the pages, found the number, and dialed.
It was Rekha’s number—Anjali’s mother and Lata’s old school friend.
The call went through quickly.
The mont Rekha picked up, Lata started firing off like a machine gun.
"Rekha, listen carefully. Your daughter has really crossed the line today."
"I introduced her to a perfectly decent boy for a blind date. And not just decent—tall, educated, polite, and let’s be honest—loaded. And what does she do? Not only does the date flop, but she calls later to complain."
Lata didn’t hold back.
"She ca late, acted rude, judged the boy poorly. You know how long it took to convince Alex to even agree to the eting? I only did it because you and I go way back."
She paused for effect.
"In fact, if it wasn’t for you being an old friend, I wouldn’t have bothered introducing such a boy to soone like Anjali."
"Alex owns a villa in South Mumbai and drives a car worth crores. And he’s still working, humble, not like these show-off types. Girls from Juhu to Colaba are queuing up for a chance to et soone like him."
"But your daughter? Late to the date, mouth full of attitude."
Rekha’s face stiffened on the other end.
At first, she didn’t think it was a big deal. Anjali’s always had a temper, so what? Being late by half an hour wasn’t that serious. So what if she was a little blunt?
In her mind, her daughter was just being herself.
But the mont Lata ntioned the villa and the luxury car, Rekha shot up from her sofa like her butt was on fire.
A crore-worth villa? That too in South Mumbai?
She went from h to ltdown.
"Oh no! That’s way too much. What was Anjali thinking?!"
And just like that, Rekha did a full 180 degree turn.
"You’re right, Lata. My daughter really ssed up. She was late for a date with a boy like that? And on top of that, she had the audacity to act smug? Unbelievable!"
"She doesn’t even know what kind of opportunity she just threw away!"
Now she wasn’t angry about her daughter’s behavior—she was furious because they missed a chance at serious matchmaking gold.
"This girl is going to drive crazy! I’ll call her right now and give her a proper earful. She needs to get her head straight before she ruins every chance that cos her way!"
"Well, you’d better teach that daughter of yours so manners. If she continues with this, I won’t be introducing her to anyone."
Rekha made a sarcastic laugh.
"Don’t get upset, my dear sister," she hastened to say. "I’ll see to it that naughty girl of mine gets the ssage. Don’t be angry, Lata."
But once she had hung up, Rekha’s strained smile disappeared. She was seething with nothing but anger who could possibly be happy after being reprimanded like that?
Not losing a mont, she phoned Anjali. The phone hardly rang when Anjali picked it up.
"Hello? Mom?"
Rekha did not even say hello.
"Are you out of your mind, Anjali? Aunt Lata brought you to et such a wonderful boy good-looking, tall, from a rich family and you still managed to be late?"
Anjali was stunned.
She’d only just steadied down after unleashing her wrath on Aunt Lata, but now her mother’s voice cut through her once more.
"Mom, it’s not my fault!" she complained. "Aunt Lata never said a word about him to . How could I have known Alex was so rich and handso? If I’d known, I would not have been late! All the other boys who wish to date wait like dogs they do everything I wish. But Alex actually reprimanded for being half an hour late!"
Rekha’s voice went up even higher.
"You should have your head examined! Do you know who Alex is? He’s a wealthy second generation a real gentleman with money and prestige! He could snap his fingers and have ten girls who are better than you. Who do you think you are? Where do you get your nerve to behave like this?"
Anjali clamped her lips shut, too stunned to answer. Her mother had never spoken to her in this way.
Rekha went on, not bothered by how an she sounded.
"Listen to , Anjali I don’t care about your actions.
You need to win back Alex’s heart. Be with him!
This is your greatest opportunity. You better not ss it up, or don’t co back ho!"
Anjali wanted to cry.
"Mom, this is too difficult. I already apologized to Alex, but he didn’t even hear out..."
Rekha ca back with a snap.
"I don’t care! This is your ss, you fix it. A boy as good as Alex won’t co around again. As long as he doesn’t change his mind, don’t co back here!"
The line went dead before Anjali had a chance to utter another word.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
She sat in shock, staring at her phone. Today had been a nightmare — slapped in the face by Alex, scolded by Aunt Lata, scread at by her mother.
She felt like screaming.
"My mother wants to win Alex back..." she kept repeating in a soft mutter. "How am I supposed to do that?"
Deep in her heart, Anjali was only able to wail silently.
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